Death is not the end.
Our greatest killer of men, master Lechiek of the truth, drinker of the sacred beer, Hringhorne... Has finally died!
It became drawn; Hringhorne barely had its 67th tap of beer. The messenger arrived reporting he should escort Migaaresno back to the lab, witch is kina the only thing standing at the ruins of Ulm. He spoke to the messenger: "Yaare gaare klagre..." *bonk*. He felt down, stood up, picked up his champions trident, ridded to the enemy’s nearby camp, disobeyed orders and died a hero’s dead. And took a few others whit him.
The Churches of Helheim sound the “Joy of Winermarch” as priests and warriors of The Truth gather to the capital to be chosen 4th martyr of the greatest nation ever emerged!
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