Ships on vigor are the waves of scaring, barren summits to the verdant blade. Each horizon is a new beginning, rise and raid. Far from the fjords and the ice cold currents, brave and sore over new frontiers. Stones and sagas of a fake teacher, and shields and spears. Vows of favor of the thrill of thunder, close together for the clan and king. Clank of hammers and the crash of thunder, pound with it.
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