wulfgarw
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*Out of the snow drifts walks the lone bearded Viking, a sword on his hip, a painted round shield on his arm and a bear skin for a cloak. His breath leaves ice in his beard, and snow leaves ice on his helmet. The fur lined boots on his feet march steadily through the snow, and a spear serves as both weapon and walking staff. A set of female sized steel manacles dangle from a small pack on his back, jingling a whispered song of sweet bondage.* I lay claim to this win, and take it as my thrall.
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"Alone I Walk Broken I Stand Betrayed I Fight Forgotten I Fall"
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