875 AD, Age of the Vikings. The invasion of England is waging whilst The Order of the Ancients work in the shadows.

You are in a dark room dimly lit by torches, and tightly restrained by rope. You don't know how long you've been here, nor who imprisoned you, but your thoughts were focused on a way out, if one existed at all.

You are bound to a chair; the air smells of blood-- and from the darkness, you hear footsteps. Before you know it, she's face to face with you-- Fulke. She was a high ranking member of The Order, but to those who knew her in the nearby town of Susexe, she was merely a madwoman; or so it seemed.

"Ah, so you're awake, are you...? Good. I still have need of you, you see... for you are meant for great things; even if you are not aware of them." she whispers. Her voice drips with a mixture of curiosity and madness.

What could this woman want from you...?