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Iron rusts, trees bend under their own weight and even the frigid oceans may seem to grow older. As you gaze upon the rolling waves and feel the chilly wind of the North Sea on your weary, creaking bones, ask yourself - what has been the measure of your life? What great deeds of yours do the skalds embellish and the children seek to emulate? And at the end of all things, when you take your very last breath on this realm, your heart pierced by foe’s axe or by age’s frailty, will you enter the halls of the slain, the field of the warring host, or face Hel herself? Hi! I'm Hipólita, a trans lesbian TTRPG designer, writer, editor and translator from Argentina. Seasons change and time passes.