Age of Conan: Hyborian Adventures Peek #5
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I am no tactician, Sire, but trust me when I say this is a war they cannot win alone. The Cimmerians band together behind hastily-erected palisades, and pray for the Vanir to return north when the snows approach. You know your foes well, Sire. The red-hairs were born in the frost and raised in ice storms. They will not falter when the winter falls, they will stain the snow crimson with Cimmerian blood.
Even now, a new danger stands at the head of the Vanir threat. The northerners here name them "Ymirish", and I tell you true, my eyes have never seen such vile looking men. Straw-yellow hair, skin as white as sickness itself, standing a head and half over a mortal man... It took four Cimmerians armed with spears to bring down a single Ymirish in the raid last night. It's said the blood of frost giants beats through their veins. I can believe that all too easily.
I walk among the people answering to Torin Chieftain. His own warriors are divided - some pray for the snows and wish to defend their village; others follow the renegade hunter Kern Wolfeye, striking the Vanir in a series of grueling raids. But it is not enough, Sire. Even a blind man could see the truth in my words.
