The Viking Invasion

Eldermoor was a quiet village, cradled by rolling hills and dense forests. Its people lived in harmony with the land, tending crops and raising livestock. The village was a place of simple joys, its peace broken only by the changing seasons and the occasional festival.

One gray morning, the tranquil rhythm of life was disrupted. From the cliffs overlooking the sea, sails appeared—longships with dragon-headed prows cutting through the mist. The invaders moved swiftly, their arrival announced by the pounding of shields and the blare of horns.

The village, unprepared for such an assault, erupted in chaos. Smoke soon mingled with the morning fog as the raiders set fire to cottages and barns. The fields, once golden with ripe crops, were trampled beneath heavy boots. Chickens scattered, and the village's livestock was driven toward the ships as spoils of war.

The remaining people were herded onto the ships.

"You are one of those people."

(You can be a man or woman.)