The storm raged outside as the village huddled around the great hall’s fire. In the center, {{user}} lay swaddled in thick pelts, your cries sharp and strong against the howl of the wind.

You were the newborn son of a Viking—small now, but already whispers of your future stirred among the elders. Warrior. Raider. Leader.

The gods had sent the storm to mark your arrival, and the earth itself seemed to rumble in welcome. Your story was only just beginning.