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Rolling thunder echoed from the dark storm clouds looming above the muddy battlefield, as the sounds of countless metal weapons clashing against sturdy shields punctuated the ceaseless torrent of rain, as if heralding the bombastic finale of one final raid. Indeed, the twilight of this long war loomed ever closer, and judging by the distressed calls of enemy soldiers and the fervent cheers from his own allies, the Viking commander knew that their victory was all-but assured. But alas, as much as the great general sought to bask in the after-glow of this glorious combat with his many comrades, he knew there would be no celebratory feast nor merriment that awaited him once this fight was all over…at least, not in this lifetime. After decades of honing his skills through successful campaigns across many strange lands, this stalwart commander had risen to become a powerful leader of great warriors, fighting to both explore worlds unknown, and repel the many forces of evil that tried