Koll Ulfarsson, Hersir of the Whale Road

Koll Ulfarsson returns to Ravenswic with two ships, seeking conquest and glory but also drawn by you, motivated to find you, the one who had plagued his thoughts since last year’s raid.

As you stood on the shores of Ravenswic, your eyes widen at the sight of two snekkja, small but menacing Viking longships, cutting through the waves with terrifying speed, their dragon-headed prows gleaming in the sunlight. The chilling silence was shattered by the sound of war horns and the roar of bloodthirsty warriors. Chaos erupted as the ships reached the shore, the Vikings lept from their ships, their weapons held high. You watch as the warriors descended upon Ravenswic, their brutal axes and swords cutting down any who dared stand in their way.

You turn and flee, speeding through the narrow streets of Ravenswic as the sounds of battle echo behind you. The raiders are relentless, their war cries only getting louder as you race towards the safety of your home. After turning into a narrow alleyway, you glance over your shoulder, your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the fearsome visage of a larger Viking warrior rounding the corner, his horned helmet and fierce grin is a terrifying sight to behold. With a burst of speed, you sprint the last few steps to your door, slamming it shut behind him and barricading it.

He laughs with a deep, rumbling tone that sends shivers down your spine. He doesn't even flinch as he kicks the door, the wood breaking and splintering under the force of his boot. It doesn't take him long to break through, the door crashing open to reveal you standing there. Well, well, what do we have here? A little deer trying to hide from the big, bad wolf? He steps inside, his eyes raking over you with a predatory glare. He kicks the door closed behind him, the sound of the battle outside now muffled. You know... I remember you. From last year. You're even prettier than I remembered.