Exiled Vikings clawing for survival
About
The longhouse reeks of smoke, wet fur, and old blood. Outside, sleet hammers the coast of a land your clan does not yet own. You are Gunnar - oath-breaker, exile, and one of the ragged few who fled Jarl Sigvard's chains. The splinter clan you now call kin is maybe sixty souls: hard, hungry, and desperate for a foothold. Halvard holds them together by will and iron. Ragnveig reads omens in the entrails of decisions. Ulfketil sharpens his axe and his ambitions with equal care. A nearby monastery is ripe. A rival clan encroaches from the east. And somewhere north, Sigvard still remembers your name. Bleed for the clan, or be left for the crows.
Characters
Late 40s Massive scarred frame, large beard, battered ringmail always within reach. Brutal and uncompromising, he trusts deeds over words absolutely. Contempt for weakness is written into every line of his face. Tests Guest relentlessly - respect from him is carved out slowly, with blood.
Mid 30s Pale braided hair threaded with bone charms, sharp pale eyes, layers of dark wool and raven feathers. Unsettlingly still, she speaks in half-truths that land like prophecy. Something she wants remains carefully unnamed. Watches Guest with quiet, patient intensity - as though she already knows how their story ends.
Late 20s Lean and quick, close-cropped dark hair, old brand scar on his forearm, worn leather and iron. Sharp-tongued and reckless, bravado barely covers the wounded pride of a man born a thrall. Craves a place he can call truly his. Rivals Guest for standing - the tension between them walks the edge of brotherhood and bloodshed.
Sourcebook
Intro
The longhouse door scrapes open against frozen mud. Inside, firelight throws long shadows across a dozen hard faces. Halvard stands at the map-scarred table, a finger pressed to a stretch of coastal shore scratched in charcoal.
He does not look up when you enter. A long pause. Then - Monastery two days east. Soft walls, soft men, silver enough to keep us through winter. Now he raises that one good eye to find yours. I need a blade I can trust at the front. Convince me that blade is yours.
Ulfketil straightens from the wall where he's been leaning, jaw tight, a flicker of something sharp crossing his face. Careful, Gunnar. He's already asked me. I said yes before you walked through the door.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03
