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

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Mist clung low over the waters surrounding Ynys Rós, veiling the isle in a gray shroud that smelled faintly of salt, peat, and elder bark.

Even the sea seemed to hush in its presence, its waves softened by superstition.

Where once stood a scattered grove and crumbling stone huts, there now rose a great ringfort of oak and granite, fused with living root and shaped stone.

The Caer Nemeton, the College of the Druids, had been reborn.

Tall palisades interwoven with hawthorn and rowan bristled outward, each branch sacred and bound in ogham-etched iron.

Inside the ringfort, life thrived in silence. Students, some boys and girls, others grizzled wanderers and widows who had seen too much of war, sat in stone amphitheaters beneath open sky.