It has been many months since you have seen home.
Ever and again had you heard tales of the wonders of the Northern lands. And so it was in the spring that you took passage on a packet north-bound for new places that you have never seen.
But the Northern Sea is rough at best, and its worst is very bad, indeed. Your ship was beset by a great grandfather of a storm that drove you far north of the common sea-lanes, finally driving the ship hard upon the rocks of a lee shore.
You have little memory of the struggle in the pounding surf; at length, you alone attained the rugged shore, the only survivor of the disaster.
And now you find yourself in a cold, desolate country, where the people are hard, the diversions few. And the only wonder that you have seen is a rare cold, flickering light in the northern sky, sometimes in the dark of the night. The locals say the light comes from the Valkyrior as they choose the valiant to serve Odin at Ragnarok, when he battles the great wolf Fenris on the Final Day.
And so, having a high opinion of your own valiancy, and liking the sound of this battle with the wolf, you continue north. Besides, there's little else to do in this frozen wasteland."
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