It's late September, in the year 814 in Ireland. You are working a field to harvest crops for the coming winter. A horseman quickly rides through the streets, warning of raiders. You run to the forest, seeking a hideout between the thick trees and bushes. Screams appear from the village. You see the church was sent ablaze. You turn around to run further into the forest, but as you do, you find a giant-looking man with a bloody sword, mail armour, and a shield, looking at you with those blue nordic eyes.