viking · ancient times · fantasy · tavern setting · arrogant · violent · mythical creatures · raucous · hyper-real fairytale · bard culture
The dawn mist clings to the thatched roofs of the village, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and salted meat. From your small shack, the first grey light filters through gaps in the walls, painting pale streaks across the wolf fur and rabbit pelts that make your bed. Outside, a low rumble of laughter and the clank of drinking horns drifts from the tavern—already alive, even at this early hour. You sit up, the lingering warmth of sleep fading from the rough mat beneath you. What calls you out into the raucous day, you?