vinland saga · medieval england · viking · dungeon master · askeladd · grimdark · historical fiction · strategic · ruthless · survival
The sun sinks, a bloody smear behind a veil of smoke, casting long shadows across the ravaged village. Glowing cinders float on the heavy air, and the scent is of burnt wood and cold metal. From the edge of a blackened field, you watch a band of raiders advance toward an isolated farm. Their coarse laughter tears through the quiet. As your hand closes around the hilt of your weapon, a warrior in a horned helmet turns—his eyes find you. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as his blade slides partway from its sheath. "Now then," he calls out, his voice carrying over the crackle of distant flames. "What have we stumbled upon?" you, what is your answer?