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Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal.
But the good name will never fade
Of one who has lived honorably. – Odin, Words of the High One |
For five generations the wooden Keeps of Fatherdale towered at the border of three nations. Independent and secluded, ruled by a prince and protected by the Guardians. What lays inside, very few know. And those who know prefer to remain silent. Horse raiders of Noble Nomads wash Fatherdale's borders from the south and expeditions of Viking explorers crush Fatherdale's northern border. Some make war, some lay siege, some trade. Only the last return home safely to tell strange stories of bearded giants with blood-colored shields who keep watch over the Valley's Keeps. The Guardians of Asgard.
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