The Dark Age: the Sea-giant's Throne
Over the walls, in the highlands, the wild tribes, your enemies, are uniting. There's a young war-champion rising, said to be unkillable, said to be foretold by prophesy and omen, said to be their awaited king. The tribes are not eager to bow, never bowed to Rome, never bowed…
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