Part of Legacy of Prometheus Universe. Exclusive to the community event.
This short story takes place during the events of Act II, explaining the journey of Vyni, a hardline farmer and his famous exploits with the Empire of Upplysningen, up until he ended up in Antarkrtis and became the de facto's leader of Arctic Raiders, defeated and then thrown into space... again.

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Once a small landlord living on his ancestors' inheritances in the Enchanted Forest, Vyni learned to appreciate the nature around him.
Even during the mild autumn with the winds on the horizon, it didn't bother him. In fact, it strengthened, hardened and reformed the spirit.
He did get twin swords for hunting fantastic beasts, even injuring a powerful drake and using its scales to reinforce his patched shirt.
Until one day after a small asteroid fell into the outskirts...
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After his supposed "death", he could feel his "masters" stopped bothering about him.
They already conquered the entirety of Abraxis. He could have reconciled with the new rulers for his service, but he couldn't.
His honor was tarnished, the forest no longer a peaceful place it was supposed to be.
And so he tried his best to survive inside the Enchanted Forest for several days, heading towards the same port the entire Abraxis Navy evacuated.
There was nothing but a little raft. He moved on anyways, going as far as he could.
When he happened to go across the treasure island, he saw a leftover ship from Brownskull Pirates and took liberty of commandeering it. And so the journey to an unknown continent began...
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Stepping his first foot on the shore, there was a feeling of discernment and solemn.
The Christmas spirit inside the village, where the populace went on their annual celebrations.
But... the winter was harsh. No one but Vyni noticed a small encampment outside the fences.
It seems to be a little family from distant lands, and they all died from the cold and disease.

And yet he had never seen such scene before... Until some of the nomadic raiders rushed to the encampment. They called themselves the Arctic Raiders, whose chieftain left for the ancient Labyrinth only a few days before his arrival.

They initially thought Vyni was ripe for another pillaging, and yet they couldn't... They lent their hand in helping Vyni arrange their burial, while one certain savant was trying to console him by also preparaing a proper birthday for him.
It was his 70s' birthday after all, so he had to set these feelings aside, for now.

(A night passed.)
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Once everything's all done, again he had to attend the mass burial, as there's no one for that matter now.
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Perhaps it was his best decision, since as soon as the funeral was properly safe and sound, alarms from the tribesmen sounded.
The village has had enough with these raids and sent an outsider along with some of the village guards to destroy this encampment for good.
Though Vyni was banished into space, the grave remained intact, as the party decided to honor the dead.
The mayor then arrived in person to make a tribute with various Christmas gifts for these poor souls according to the locals' tradition.
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THE END?