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There is some truth in what passed down from popular beliefs! We never give up, we never back down and not even once in our history have we conceded victory to others! Knowing this, do you still hope to make claims to let us lay down our arms? It will be you who will lie defeated under our feet at the next vespers!

You are a great warrior, you have certainly faced countless trials. Have you ever heard knights bragging about having defeated me? There is no one foolish enough to cloak himself with such honor, since all those who have tried have not been able to dare anymore! You are in the North and I am a warrior woman, go away while you breathe again!

The bard offers you a key to understanding certain stories. You can take it literally, dig between the lines of the narrative or even ponder entire moons on any dichotomies of the reported verb. However, you were not present, you did not see the Great Father of the Warrior Gods and what has been said must be sufficient for you!

The green halls of the forest trembled, leaves and frozen snow rained, overwhelming the troops. When the men again raised their heads, they could not believe their eyes, as the tall trunks prostrated themselves dying in the presence of an entity of fire and ash, within which she cloaked herself with arrogance. A puff of burning mist, frightened cries and nothing more was heard in the entire forest, allowing history to be remembered through the story of the bards.

What are you waiting for to brandish your weapons? Perhaps the invitation of the Great Father? No messenger will descend on a winged steed, you will not receive missive or warning, and when you notice the threat, you will already have its jaws tight around your neck! Then you will be able to do nothing more against the death wish of the despot enemy and you will only have to repent of your apathy!

From the height of his throne of corpses the ancient Lord of Destruction descended among men, enveloping all creation with the cloak of blood. The empyrean expired, the lands withered and the sun faded its radiance among the raging waves of that hatred. Among them, a two-headed snake dyed the red of that blood emerged surprisingly. He fought for all of us, never giving up, and in the end he saved our ancestors!

Part 04 of the first chapter of the first volume of the TRONDHEIM SAGEN “Earth Shattering”.

The vermilion dawn brings ills and misfortunes! The God of the rivers curses those who plunder their waves. The green woods devour anyone who goes there. If all these stories were true, why are we still so numerous? Why are there places where no one survives but yet a survivor is always found?