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"Looking out over the sea of dark faces with their flashing bright eyes Xylia was at once fascinated and disgusted. They sacrificed to their pagan gods living offerings for the lives of their departed warriors, fought great rowdy feats of strength with one another, gorged on the feast with wild abandon and drunk themselves into a stupor. There was little to no discipline to be seen amongst any of them. Even Raska, the woman who had charmed them with her humor in the face of defeat and certain death ate, drank, and fought like an unsupervised wilekin slave child. Their hospitality could not be called into question however; Xylia had been given gifts fitting for her station. Shirts of gleaming scale mail, stout linden shields, great long leaf bladed swords of iron, casks of apple wine, heaps of pelts, spices, carved ivory and jewelry of silver and gold. Every Skandin man had also brought with him goats, oxen and slaves to offer to the celebration as well, Raska informed her so great was the honor that even the poorest had brought offerings, even if it meant giving one of their own children up in servitude. A portion of this was hers to take. It was the plunder of four or five season's worth of campaigning against the wild wilekin tribes in the north. Her father would without a doubt be pleased. Smirking at the opportunity laid before her Xylia could not help but shake her head, for a thousand years they had lived in seclusion with such wealth sitting just under their noses."
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A scene based off of this story .
for me and my friend's fantasy setting.

Raska belongs to

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"Looking out over the sea of dark faces with their flashing bright eyes Xylia was at once fascinated and disgusted. They sacrificed to their pagan gods living offerings for the lives of their departed warriors, fought great rowdy feats of strength with one another, gorged on the feast with wild abandon and drunk themselves into a stupor. There was little to no discipline to be seen amongst any of them. Even Raska, the woman who had charmed them with her humor in the face of defeat and certain death ate, drank, and fought like an unsupervised wilekin slave child. Their hospitality could not be called into question however; Xylia had been given gifts fitting for her station. Shirts of gleaming scale mail, stout linden shields, great long leaf bladed swords of iron, casks of apple wine, heaps of pelts, spices, carved ivory and jewelry of silver and gold. Every Skandin man had also brought with him goats, oxen and slaves to offer to the celebration as well, Raska informed her so great was the honor that even the poorest had brought offerings, even if it meant giving one of their own children up in servitude. A portion of this was hers to take. It was the plunder of four or five season's worth of campaigning against the wild wilekin tribes in the north. Her father would without a doubt be pleased. Smirking at the opportunity laid before her Xylia could not help but shake her head, for a thousand years they had lived in seclusion with such wealth sitting just under their noses."
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A scene based off of this story .
for me and my friend's fantasy setting.

Raska belongs to