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The cold wind of the northern sea whips across the skin, while the cold water smash against the coasts and the hulls of the ships. Yet, the longboats move in great masses and descend down on the coast. Mammoths shall be slain, thier cubs stolen, the Aesling camp will be plundered and the beastmen shall be either slaughtered or subjugated.