The Summer Empire feels the bite of winter. And so the mead hall is opened, the ox slaughtered and the maidens dance for the clans and even on distant ships a hint of cheerful spirit fires up our people.

Who wants a game of football while nano death pauses - how about Veyney X, where we have been fighting Razornicks for the Epic for tides and tides and tides.

Shaman
Of the Summer Empire