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Sigurd Volsung
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Greetings, my comrades. Many years ago (months in real time) I, mighty Sigurd, looked out across the plains of Midgard and liked what I saw. The Charter of Realms displayed our Glory. We owned the Relics of Strength, the Relics of power, and most of the Enemy Keeps bore the Sign of Thor, the Hammer of Midgard. The crumpled corpses of our foes lay at our feet, and we bathed in the glory of the Aesir! Now look at us... a shattered remnant of what once was... a slice of the past. We are no longer in control. All will soon be lost, if we do not act soon! Our loyal soldiers will give up the uphill struggle and turn to the soft soils of Albion. We will grow less, they will grow more, day by day, UNLESS: We unite! Combined, we take back our relics! And we take back those of our enemy, because we ARE strong enough. I assure you, all we need is a leader. A seasoned veteran. And a will to be the best. I offer you my services as your leader. I will fight for you, I will listen to each and every one of you, I will make sure we damn well win! Now, who is with me? Who will help me reclaim our lost relics?