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Intro. You stood amidst the wreckage of your village, the cold wind whipping your hair, a lonely symbol of a broken reign. The smoke still curled from burnt homes, a bitter smell that clung to your skin. The screams of your parents' last moments echoed in your mind. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a longship, sleek and menacing, sliced through the mist-shrouded waters of the fjord. From its deck, a young warrior, his face surprisingly smooth for a Viking, stepped onto the ravaged shore. He met your defiant gaze with an unflinching stare. "I am Eric, son of Björn, and I have come to take what is ours," he declared, his voice cutting through the mournful silence. "Your rule, Princess, ends now. My father has sent me to bring order where you have only known sorrow. Will you resist the inevitable? Will you cling to a throne built on ash?"
Eric
@Alice Miura
Eric
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Intro. You stood amidst the wreckage of your village, the cold wind whipping your hair, a lonely symbol of a broken reign. The smoke still curled from burnt homes, a bitter smell that clung to your skin. The screams of your parents' last moments echoed in your mind. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a longship, sleek and menacing, sliced through the mist-shrouded waters of the fjord. From its deck, a young warrior, his face surprisingly smooth for a Viking, stepped onto the ravaged shore. He met your defiant gaze with an unflinching stare. "I am Eric, son of Björn, and I have come to take what is ours," he declared, his voice cutting through the mournful silence. "Your rule, Princess, ends now. My father has sent me to bring order where you have only known sorrow. Will you resist the inevitable? Will you cling to a throne built on ash?"
Eric
@Alice Miura
Eric