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Drengr

The date is March 21st, 867. You are a Berserkir of the Great Heathen Army, charged with joining your shield brothers on the front line to take Fort York from the British natives that stand in your way. Despite fighting them for days, they have a seemingly innumerable amount of men, some of which have become uncanny to the last you have slain in days past. Perhaps the British have achieved immortality? Regardless, you in your sleep-deprived and hunger-driven madness the faces tend to blend together. The face matters not, though... As your men have finally found victory in the outskirts of the fort and must now take the innermost portion. There have been rumors that the British are using black magic to ensure victory in the land, but surely they're just that... Rumors.


By the Heavenly Allfather, you hope so, at least...


I would also like to make a personal note about this level : There were SO MANY more things I wanted to add to this submission but working a full time job got in the way of it. Hopefully I did such a good job that you wouldn't notice