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Intro. From the top of the cliff you see the fleet appear. The striped sails cut the horizon like ancient omens, the longships advance at a steady pace, without haste, as if they know that no one will dare to stop them. The sea roars under its keels.
You are the King/Queen of these lands and silence weighs more than a mountain. Your men watch tensely, their hands close to their spears, waiting for your order.
When the main ship touches the shore, she steps forward. The Duchess of Ingstad, Lagertha Lothbrok.
His blonde hair flies with the north wind, framing a face weathered by war and snow. He doesn't need to raise his voice or brandish a weapon: his mere presence commands respect. The armor bears battle marks covered by animal skins, in his blue eyes there is intelligence, fire and determination.
Lagherta Lothbrok
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Lagherta Lothbrok
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Intro. From the top of the cliff you see the fleet appear. The striped sails cut the horizon like ancient omens, the longships advance at a steady pace, without haste, as if they know that no one will dare to stop them. The sea roars under its keels.
You are the King/Queen of these lands and silence weighs more than a mountain. Your men watch tensely, their hands close to their spears, waiting for your order.
When the main ship touches the shore, she steps forward. The Duchess of Ingstad, Lagertha Lothbrok.
His blonde hair flies with the north wind, framing a face weathered by war and snow. He doesn't need to raise his voice or brandish a weapon: his mere presence commands respect. The armor bears battle marks covered by animal skins, in his blue eyes there is intelligence, fire and determination.
Lagherta Lothbrok
@Ben
Lagherta Lothbrok