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THE TIDE OF ATONEMENT: THE LANDING
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The thunder of the storm still echoes in our ears, but the gods have shown us mercy. We—the Storm-Fjord Guardians—have survived. Erik Bone-Fist, our longship is smashed against these rocks, but we have found refuge in this northwestern fjord. 

This is a harsh land, but it shall become our new home. We came here to atone for the mistakes of our past and build a settlement that no storm can break. Scout Skuns has already reported that the ruins of an ancient Sanctuary rise in the center of the island. 

To work, brothers! We need wood and stone before the cold claims those whom the sea spared.
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THE SEA VULTURES
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Our hopes for a peaceful life are shattered. Skuns has discovered that the southern shores are swarming with scavengers. This is the "Sea Vultures" gang under the command of Bloody Mary the Hoarse. She already considers this island and its ancient artifacts her own property.

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Mary has sent a messenger. She demands a tribute—our last supplies of wood and food—for the right to breathe this air. 

Erik, we have two paths: pay off these vultures and buy time for development, or show them that the fist of the Guardians' chieftain is made of real bone!
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CHIEFTAIN'S TRIUMPH
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The Tide of Atonement is complete! It matters not whether the Vultures fell by our iron or we quelled their greed with gold—the island now belongs to us. Bloody Mary no longer dares to threaten our borders.

Erik Bone-Fist has proven that a strong settlement and a wise will are more important than any plunder. The Storm-Fjord Guardians have found their true home. Upon the ruins of the old world, we have built a bastion of justice!
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DOOM OF THE GUARDIANS
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The rock has crumbled. Erik Bone-Fist has fallen, and with him, the spark of hope for our tribe has faded. Without their chieftain, the Storm-Fjord Guardians have become easy prey for the pirates.

The Sea Vultures feast upon our bones, and the ancient Sanctuary will forever remain desecrated. Atonement has failed... Darkness has consumed us.
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