Another day, another Viking. Vidar had taken his band far this time, not on one of the normal excursions north or south, but this time west. Far, far west, passed the scraggly trees and barren plains of the rouge lands. This time he had a set destination in mind, a pride he had heard of from other Reavers and Captains that had abundant food, water, and beauty. He had heard both tales of plundering the lands for their goods and finding willing females to spend the night with before returning home, and honestly, he couldn't think of a better place.He had brought his band along, but had separated from them as night drew in. Darkness covered the land and he left them to hunt as he made his way closer to the pride proper. He was curious to see just how many lions lived here and if they were friendly. While he had heard nothing but good things about the Pridelands, he also knew other Captains would sometimes weave tall tales in order to make their own accomplishments seem greater. He needed and wanted to see for himself.
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