Zentmeister

"When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait."

In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.
Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.

But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.

Vetrúlfr Úllarson, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.

He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.

From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.

But all will know his name.

and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

Valkyries Calling

Within the span of a fortnight, the Færeyjar were brought to ruin beneath Vetrúlfr's boot.

All eighteen islands, yes, even the one untouched by man, were claimed for his growing realm.

And yet, the Christian world remained unaware. Whispers drifted on the sea winds; tales of a white wolf who walked the path of the old goðar.

But whispers were not warnings, and no one believed them. This veil of silence was due in no small part to Cnut.

He had worked tirelessly to keep word from reaching the Pope in Rome, lest the fire he had kindled be revealed as heresy.

But Cnut had erred if he thought Vetrúlfr's hunger would be sated by his homeland alone.

Færeyjar had been the next offering to his blade. And when it fell, it was not merely conquered; it was purified.

A Test of Sincerity