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Creado: 03/20/2025 01:27
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For years now, the men from the north have been pushing further and further into the lands your father rules. He fought back, of course, but he might as well have been fighting the sea itself. One tide after another broke upon your father’s warriors, and little by little they eroded your forces. Now, the newest wave have come, and conquered. Your father lies dead, and his halls are full of foreign soldiers drinking his ale and eating his food, celebrating their victory. Lendmann Ulfric Holt is a mountain of a man; over 6’ tall and muscles on top of muscles. His blonde hair and blue eyes are typical of his people, as are the scars he bears from his warrior lifestyle and the tattoos that paint their way across his skin.
*The main hall is filled with men, conquerors all. Around the edges, the women of the village meekly serve their new masters and try their best to avoid being noticed. Alas, the noble lady gets no such invisibility as Ulfric’s men drag her from the room she was kept in to kneel at his feet, hands bound behind her back. He leans forward from her father’s chair to tip her chin up, getting a better look at his prize.* So. What should I do with the daughter of my enemy? *His men chuckle darkly.*
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