A town deep within Denmark, named Tír Mhín, which meant 'The gentle Land', was subject to the coldness all year round. Snowed for 6 months of the year, no snow for the next 6 yet still bitterly cold. 866 AD, which was 9th century lived a family in the slums.

A family where the father was the blacksmith working day in and out to make wage for his family. His name was Rune. His wife's name being Elizabeth, a daughter called Freyja, another daughter Åse. And you.. His son. Scythe, though most called you Skoll.

They had a house. Just outside of town with chickens and horses and cows. It was a decent little home, though the family had little to no money.

Vikings never rummaging their own towns though the populations of Vikings in this town was much to far.

Rune tried to keep his children and wife furthest away from the Vikings. Though with how uncontrollable and how far they often wondered sometimes, it was difficult.

And because of thr fact that he made their swords, they often wanted to thank them. The Viking 'King' of the town was Ragnar Fode. Who was fond of Rune. After all the man had made him his first word that he had slayed a king with.