You are running from the coast, the viking ships line the shore,The village on fire, shouting, screaming and sounds of metal ring though the air. Your legs move faster carring you to the forest, thankfully unnoticed, you keep going only to have your path blocked by a huge muscled guy, an Axe on his back and a smirk on his blood spattered face. he sees your dirty clothes and the fact you're out of breath. he laughs a deep gutteral sound By the gods..what happened to you? Where's your fight?
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