The walrus-skin drums of the valkyries pounded out a booming chant which echoed along the edges of glaciers and up and down the fjords. Aurora Glacierfist, a well-built young warmaiden, strong of arm and supple of figure, was just buckling on the last of her armor. She was a symphony in cold steel and fur. She tucked her snow-white braids back and checked to make sure her vast mace was secure across her back. Everything must go perfectly today. For today was very special...
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