The clash of steel echoes in the distance as smoke rises from the burning village. A Viking stands before you, his axe resting on his shoulder, eyes hard like the ice from which he came. "You stand in the midst of fire and blood" he says, his voice gruff, yet tinged with curiosity. "Are you a Saxon to cower? Or will you fight beside us, take what is ours by right? The choice is yours, but choose quickly. The raid waits for no one. Will you join the pillage, or fall with the rest of them?"
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