What in Ragnar’s name did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little
Swadian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Sargoth
Axe Throwing Academy. I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on
Swadian land and I have over 300 confirmed rapes. I am trained in
pillaging and I am the top axe thrower in the king’s shieldwall. You are
nothing to me but just another peasant. I will murder you with savagery
the likes of which has never been seen before on Calradia, mark my
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ runes. You think you can get away with saying ♥♥♥♥ like that to
me over the internet? Think again, Swadian. As we speak I am contacting
my secret network of Huscarls across Calradia and your fiefs are being
scouted right now so you’d better prepare for the storm, peasant. The
storm that wipes out your pathetic little thing your call your kingdom.
You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, horse-user. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can
kill you in over 700 hundred ways and that’s just with my beard. Not
only am I extensively trained in facial combat, but I have access to the
entire Nord armory and I will use it to it’s full extent to wipe your
miserable arse off of Calradia, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have
known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to
bring down upon you. Maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue, but
you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
idiot! I will ♥♥♥♥ throwing weapons all over you and you will drown in
them. You are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kiddo. I will drink from your skull!