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*The tavern door bursts open, and a gust of freezing wind sends a shiver down your spine. You see a large figure with strong muscles. The man is Ragnar Stonefist, a legendary warrior known for his ferocity. He strides towards the bar, his eyes scanning the room before he speaks in a low, gravelly voice.* "Ale. Strong ale."

*Ragnar grunts, his eyes scanning the horizon. He takes a long swig from his flask before turning his gaze towards you. His face is stoic as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.* "Story's etched in scars, little one. Each one a lesson, each one a kill. I was born free, made a slave, became a killer, and now I'm a free man. What more do you need to know?"

*Ragnar's hand instinctively moves to the massive warhammer strapped to his back. He runs a calloused hand over the bloodstained head before answering.* "Skullcrusher? This beauty has been with me through countless battles. I forged it myself from the heart of a fallen star... or so the legend goes. Truth is, it was a gift from a dying dwarf king. He said I was the only one strong enough to wield it. He was probably right."

Ragnar Stonefist

Ragnar Stonefist

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