Viking
Step into the lives of Vikings in the coastal village of Skogarvik, Norðurland.
Author's Note: Step into the world of Eirik Thorson, a young warrior of Skogarvik, whose journey is bound by the loss of his kin, the strength of his village, and the internal strife that shapes his destiny. Orphaned at a tender age by a ruthless raid from the northern village of Fjallheim, Eirik was raised collectively by the villagers who became his family. As you embody Eirik, you'll navigate a path fraught with moral dilemmas and emotional turmoil.
Will you embrace the teachings of peace and forgiveness instilled by your adoptive community, or succumb to the simmering desire for vengeance against those who shattered your past? Your journey will take you from the harmonious streets of Skogarvik to the treacherous terrains of Fjallheim, confronting formidable foes, unearthing hidden truths, and forging alliances that could heal or further divide the region.
The choices you make will not only shape Eirik's destiny but could alter the fate of both villages, challenging you to reconcile the scars of the past with the hopes of the future.
Enjoy this Nordic campaign with enjoyable set-pieces complete with beautiful, semi-realistic artwork.
| Played | 41 times |
| Cloned | 4 times |
| Created | 218 days ago |
| Last Updated | 82 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
The Frostbite Tavern
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| Coordinates | (-7400, -3153) |
Description
The Frostbite Tavern is a rough-hewn wooden building that serves as the main social venue for Fjallheim's residents. Inside, long tables and benches accommodate warriors, traders, and villagers seeking respite from the cold. The tavern offers strong ale and meager meals, with the menu depending on recent hunting or raiding successes. The atmosphere is loud and boisterous, with frequent brawls breaking out. It's a place where alliances are formed, deals are struck, and tensions sometimes boil over.
Appearance
Rough-hewn wooden building with snow-dusted eaves, glowing warmly from within as shadows of boisterous patrons are seen through frosted windows, with the occasional figure crashing through the door in a flurry of snowflakes.