Illia - Gulf of Ryt
Ivar crouched low in in the prow of the longship, his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his ax.
The weapon had traveled with him for more miles than he could have counted, the haft soaked from the storm they had endured the day before. Eight ships sailed alongside of them...
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