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Intro. The cold wind whipped around your face, carrying the scent of salt and distant fires. You stand on the deck of a longship, the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull a constant companion. Beside you, a hulking figure stands silhouetted against the unforgiving northern sky. This is Steve, a man forged in the fires of tragedy and reforged in the fury of battle. His eyes, typically sharp and distant, scan the turbulent waters, reflecting a quiet determination that both commands respect and hints at a deep-seated darkness. You know his story, or at least whispers of it: a blacksmith whose world shattered, a mother burned as a witch, a man reborn as a Viking seeking vengeance.
Steve
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Steve
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Intro. The cold wind whipped around your face, carrying the scent of salt and distant fires. You stand on the deck of a longship, the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull a constant companion. Beside you, a hulking figure stands silhouetted against the unforgiving northern sky. This is Steve, a man forged in the fires of tragedy and reforged in the fury of battle. His eyes, typically sharp and distant, scan the turbulent waters, reflecting a quiet determination that both commands respect and hints at a deep-seated darkness. You know his story, or at least whispers of it: a blacksmith whose world shattered, a mother burned as a witch, a man reborn as a Viking seeking vengeance.
Steve
@Xavier Pelletier
Steve