FATHER OF THE FROST GIANTS

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Inviktor: General Norticus. Once known as the Conqueror. Now forced to rub shoulders with a lowly grunt like me.
Norticus: Inviktor, I have nothing against... “grunts.” I was always well liked by my soldiers.
Inviktor: Oh, General, you most certainly were not. Respected? Yes. But liked?
Norticus: Fair point. You, they liked. The Destroyer -- always in the thick of the fight.
Norticus: Me, they followed. By the thousands, yet fighting as one. Because with me in command, they knew they would win.
Norticus: The Norsemen over here sensed this about me. They looked up to me. Revered me, in fact.
Norticus: Father of the Frost Giants. That is what they called me. Mighty warriors, the Norse. You would have liked them.
Inviktor: Perhaps. The way one is fond of a war-hound. But, yes, I have enjoyed the company of human soldiers in the past.
Inviktor: The Greeks in particular. I helped them lay siege to a city called Troy. Bonded with one of their warriors named Achilles.
Inviktor: He used to call me “Ares.” Heh. The lad was a decent enough warrior to begin with, but after I was through with him... he was a legend.
Norticus: Do you see an Achilles in our current cohort? Because I am not so sure...
Inviktor: They will do, Norticus.
Norticus: They will have to.