At the dark sea where the storm howled and waves clashed, dozens of black-hulled longships pushed through the night.
Thunder cracked above as hundreds of men rowed with steady rhythm, their chants mixing with the roar of the ocean.
"Captain Sigvar! We'll reach land soon!" one of the warriors shouted over the storm. "According to the map, there are towns and cities ahead, perfect for our first blood!"
The man at the bow didn't answer right away. His cloak whipped in the wind, soaked by rain. When he turned, lightning flashed, revealing a huge X-shaped scar running across his face. His eyes gleamed with a cold fire.
In his hand, he held a massive greatsword, its blade dark yet gleaming faintly under the lightning. Around him stood dozens of chosen warriors, those said to bear their god's blessings. Strange tattoos glowed faintly on their arms and chests, shifting like living marks each time thunder struck.
