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Rolling thunder echoed from the dark storm clouds looming above the muddy battlefield, as the sounds of countless metal weapons clashing against sturdy shields punctuated the ceaseless torrent of rain, as if heralding the bombastic finale of one final raid. Indeed, the twilight of this long war loomed ever closer, and judging by the distressed calls of enemy soldiers and the fervent cheers from his own allies, the Viking commander knew that their victory was all-but assured. But alas, as much as the great general sought to bask in the after-glow of this glorious combat with his many comrades, he knew there would be no celebratory feast nor merriment that awaited him once this fight was all over…at least, not in this lifetime. After decades of honing his skills through successful campaigns across many strange lands, this stalwart commander had risen to become a powerful leader of great warriors, fighting to both explore worlds unknown, and repel the many forces of evil that tried

Chapter 1 At the end of the day, Zyntris always enjoyed her work. That’s what kept her coming back day after day, year after year to the dangerous profession. But work was where she felt alive, where she truly got to express herself. She considered herself a virtuoso of her craft and was eager to prove it at any opportunity. Even better when it was for a just cause, her moral righteousness pushing her efforts beyond what the standard person might think reasonable. All of this would make Zyntris the model employee at any company, firm, or institution. Unfortunately, Zyn didn’t work at any normal business. Instead, she was a thief and right now, she was robbing the manor of Lord Bradford, the fourth richest man in the Kingdom. Creeping through quiet hallways Zyntris checked her hand drawn map in the darkness. She was close to the item’s main holding chamber, but still had the rest of the corridor and two new rooms to go. The map was marked with all sorts of symbols, a window into how