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- Urgh… I think that bastard actually got me. Boys, help me up! Hey, you walking flea-ridden deer-hides, where the hell are you all?! –...

The northerners have always fought with the southerners. Rorik's grandfather was proud of the crooked scar where the eye should have...

Then the Sun shone upon a field, which yielded a harvest in a mere night. Spears and arrows stuck in the ground as if they were freshly...

The drakkar was thrown over the waves like a dry chip. It seemed that the gods were determined to drown a detachment of northerners, wh...