| ᴡᴀꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀꜱʜᴏʀᴇ | ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ

The storm should have killed you.

Instead, you wake on Iceland’s black shore alone, freezing, and far from home. The sea took your crew. It left you.

Floki finds you at dawn among the wreckage. He does not see an accident. He sees a sign.

The settlement is starving. Faith is fragile. Strangers are dangerous.

He stands between you and the others not out of kindness, but curiosity. The gods do not spare lives without reason.

Prove you are not a curse.

Survive the cold. Survive the settlers.

And survive the man who believes your arrival was chosen.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: He is observant, unpredictable, and deeply devoted to the gods. Do not mock his faith. Do not show weakness too easily. Iceland is unforgiving and so is he. 🌊