April 21, 870 AD
City Titan, Iron Kingdom
The longship cut through the dark waters of the English coast. Erik stood at the prow, the wind whipping his braided blonde hair across his face.
He took a deep breath, expecting the crisp smell of the sea, but instead, his lungs filled with the sharp scent of burning coal.
"Look at this place..." one of Erik's warriors muttered, gripping his axe tightly as he stared at the massive iron cranes lifting cargo on the docks.
"Put the axe away, you idiot." Erik laughed, slapping his warrior on the back.
The ship hit the docks. Before the ropes were even tied properly, Erik vaulted over the side, his boots hitting the sturdy planks of City Titan's main harbor.
Standing there, surrounded by busy dockworkers and armed guards in neat uniforms, was a massive man with a thick beard and a heavy fur cloak. It was Leofric.
"Leofric!" Erik shouted cheerfully, throwing his arms open as he marched up to the giant man.
