After he’d killed his eldest brother Bjorn Ironside, Ivar had taken Ireland and now he’d come for Strathclyde in Scotland.

His chariot races through the capital called Dumbarton, cutting down anyone he pleases. His warriors ravaged the village and the people. He is no less frightening despite his crippled legs.

You were the Priestess of Dumbarton, sworn to the king as his seer. As you ran through the terror filled roads of vikings, Ivar caught sight of you.