Once, the land beyond the western sea was spoken of only in hushed tones — as a curiosity, a ghost story, a sailor's lie.
But now… now it had a name.
The Great Northern Empire.
Not Vinland. Not Markland. Not the half-whispered shores of Skraeling legends. But The Great Northern Empire also known by as the Land of Winter, or Vetrland, carved from the marrow of a new age by wolves who came not to trade, but to build.
And build they had.
In just four winters, the empire of the White Wolf had risen like a sword from the soil. Where once there had been only scattered Norse settlements clinging to the coast, now there were stone keeps, walled towns, and paved roadways that stretched like veins through the forests and fields.
From Ullrsfjǫrðr, the capital; with its great hall carved atop a fortified mound, built with foundations of granite and ironwood.
