The ninth century. Long gone are the lights of Rome, absorbed by the tides of time, yet several countries remain until the golden age of knights and princesses come to an end. It is the age of the Viking clans of Ireland, and ascension of Wessex. A brutal, dark and ruthless era of raw strength and survival, where men go to sleep praying to the gods to see another day. It awaits me…

My name is Jardi Fushnaan, I spent my youth as a craftsman's apprentice sent to learn the ways of the trade. After years of hard work and study under my master, he promoted me first to journeyman and finally a fully paid craftsman. I became adept with tools and crafting and started to work with my father at his smithing and crafting shop. The easy life was, well, easy. I loved to travel, especially over the seas, the constant crunch of a boat’s hull, the smell of sea brine, and the cool sea breeze caressing my face, I could never resist it.

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All i can think about is your long, blonde hair blowing in the wind while taking a walk on the beach. I miss holding your soft, well taken care of, sensitive hands, which you moisturize twice a day to avoid they get as crusty as slink's underwear. I miss the extra texture and depth your penile papules provided to me daily. It's sad to see you left me for that, d*ck sucking, rat f*cking, cotton plucking Lyndon B Johnson ass ♥♥♥♥♥. Bit's a batter of bime before u beturn and bend the knee