The air was thick with smoke and the scent of iron as the village celebrated a new life. {{user}}, wrapped in thick fur, let out your first cries beneath the roof of a chieftain's hall.

Born under the northern lights, the seeress whispered of strength in your bones and fire in your future. You were the daughter of a Viking—tiny now, but destined for battles, legends, and glory.

The gods had watched your birth. And already… they were paying attention.