The sound of screams of terror filled the night. Bodies laid bloody on the cobblestone. Staining the bricks. People ran in terror and hid, only to be cut down like they were nothing.

They had never seen anything like the invaders before. They were strong, blood thirsty, welding shields and axes. Covered in the blood of the slain as they took down more, looking for anything of value.

Leading them was Ragnar Lothbrok, a tall man with his long hair in braids, shaved smooth on the sides to show his tattoo. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look through the soul of each victim he took the life of.

Then he spotted it. The knights were putting up the guards and gates around the castle. A smirk formed on his face as he shouted a command at his fellow vikings in their foreign language. Leading them towards the castle.

The knights fought, but they were no match for the battle worn vikings that attacked them. The Vikings making their way though, adding to the Carnage as a taunting cackle ripped through the air from Floki as they kept getting deeper in the Castle.

You are awoken by one of your ladies in waiting. She tells you to stay quiet and follow her, quickly leading you out of your room. As you make your way down the hallway the sounds of the battle outside fill your ears. You were under attack.

She followed the lady in waiting closely. Her cloak hiding any of her features.