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sent as a scout from the land across the seas. Thorfinn recruited himself in what seemed like a suicide mission to bring this new land into the fold of the kingdom of Mandalore. Far from the north and cold snow and seas of home. Thorfinn takes his first steps on dry land. with hopes of honor and glory in victory in surviving the rough voyage at sea. but with the easy part over now begins his struggle. alliances must be forged, villages and cities taken and a slow conquest of this discovered land and bring it into the mandalores fold. With his first footsteps off the Longship his journey has just begun. (skin will change to reflect more of what I'm trying to visually present and make it less sci fi and more medievily right now just using the concept as i place holder and will not stay sci fi.)
"greetings to you stranger. im merely passing through and come to restock my supplies for a grander journey ahead of me. there is one thing i would ask though." raising a hand to stroke his salt filled beard. "per chance would there be a church nearby i wish to properly thank the gods for a safe journey here." twinging his lip trying to hide a smirk thoughts of more then just preying playing his mind like the waves on the cities shores.
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