Turn 3.
Up from the arctic depths of Time itself, the primordial Jotnar arise in anger to bring unto the world the wreak of Ragnarock.
Crops wither, brother fights brother, even the sun itself shall hide it's face in craven terror.
Sword time, crow time, wolf time...it has begun.
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You've sailed off the edge of the map--here there be badgers!
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