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Under the frosty sky of Vanaheim in the far north of Hyborian continent were the red haired Vanir duel, one more battle has dyed the snow crimson and the lamentation of women echoes in the frozen wind like the cry of myriad cursed souls.

There was not love lust for the northernmost nations among Cimmerians, ferocious savages, untamed by any invaders and descendants of the Atlanteans according to Robert E.Howard. “The Cimmerians are tall and powerful, with dark hair and blue or grey eyes…” and among them, one Cimmerian curved a bloody path in legend with sword in hand. Having leaded a successful raid of his fellow countrymen as retaliation for the burning of Cimmerian villages, he has massacred a Vanir chieftain and his bodyguards and now sits victorious on his opponent’s Nordic style throne.

He’s adorned with gold and precious stones - a wealth obtained from his successful mercenary career in the southern kingdoms - and his surrounded by steel weaponry, more precious for Cimmerians than all treasures of Hyborian world… His skin tanned like dark bronze from long last wanderings in the southern deserts. A silent sense of power fills his broad chest, because he knows that no one can oppose him, but the same time his instincts urge him to leave the great hall and seek for more adventures in distant lands. He has been told that he is destined to become a king by his own hand one day, but this day is not yet to come, not in this northern savage land at least…He feels that if he sits for more time on that throne and fall in love with power and crown he might share the cruel fate of his dead opponent, now resting in pieces in the frozen planes.

Justice has been granted for his fallen fellow countrymen. More battles are to be won, and more pleasures to be tasted…More fear and respect are to be heaped upon his name...which sounds like hammer on steel and anvil…”Conan” whispers the forest, “conqueror” sings the northern wind…

Fan art Illustration copyright(2022): Christos Giannopoulos

Description

Under the frosty sky of Vanaheim in the far north of Hyborian continent were the red haired Vanir duel, one more battle has dyed the snow crimson and the lamentation of women echoes in the frozen wind like the cry of myriad cursed souls.

There was not love lust for the northernmost nations among Cimmerians, ferocious savages, untamed by any invaders and descendants of the Atlanteans according to Robert E.Howard. “The Cimmerians are tall and powerful, with dark hair and blue or grey eyes…” and among them, one Cimmerian curved a bloody path in legend with sword in hand. Having leaded a successful raid of his fellow countrymen as retaliation for the burning of Cimmerian villages, he has massacred a Vanir chieftain and his bodyguards and now sits victorious on his opponent’s Nordic style throne.

He’s adorned with gold and precious stones - a wealth obtained from his successful mercenary career in the southern kingdoms - and his surrounded by steel weaponry, more precious for Cimmerians than all treasures of Hyborian world… His skin tanned like dark bronze from long last wanderings in the southern deserts. A silent sense of power fills his broad chest, because he knows that no one can oppose him, but the same time his instincts urge him to leave the great hall and seek for more adventures in distant lands. He has been told that he is destined to become a king by his own hand one day, but this day is not yet to come, not in this northern savage land at least…He feels that if he sits for more time on that throne and fall in love with power and crown he might share the cruel fate of his dead opponent, now resting in pieces in the frozen planes.

Justice has been granted for his fallen fellow countrymen. More battles are to be won, and more pleasures to be tasted…More fear and respect are to be heaped upon his name...which sounds like hammer on steel and anvil…”Conan” whispers the forest, “conqueror” sings the northern wind…

Fan art Illustration copyright(2022): Christos Giannopoulos