Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white | printing | document OCR: Chapter one: RAGNAR'S LEAVING After a last look into the broken eyes, the young Thorvalian took a sheet over the face of the corps, lying in front of him. Slowly he got up from his knees and with empty eyes he stared into the dim coolness of the dark room he was standing in. Watching his destroyed, vanished home without realizing it - seemingly emotionless. "Ragnar!" the voice was the one of an old woman, still there was a spirit in it, a pride that doesn't allow emotions - even if everything one has loved was wept out of ones life. "Ragnar,"as if he was awakening of pride from a unpleasant dream just to find himself in an even more unpleasant reality, the young man turned around and silently watched the hetwoman Oljagars Skjundelan coming by. She was the legitimate leader of the Ottajaskir of Skardan - the clan Ragnar has lived in his entire live, huddled into the bitter friendliness of a Thorvalian youth. She was a slim grey-haired woman, still with an aura of unbearable strength. Life. A common sight for young fagnar since she was hetwoman for most of his Naturally it was her to talk to him in this black hour of SOTTOW. been out fishing with the other young men of Skardan. wildness of the sea, this was their home, no one in whole Aiventuria would He has only The ever have faster in seen someone more common with the ocean and the storm, no ship of Thorvalians. the blows of the mighty clouds than a ship steared by the hands
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