Last Irish Viking

Ancient Whispers

As Knud stumbled home from the local mead, he heard a mysterious voice call out his name from the darkness at the old boat pier. Drunk and curious, Knud followed the voice into the darkness. The moonlight was his only guide across the old rickety wooden planks of the pier. Knud came across an old wooden longboat. The round shields that clung to the boat's sides carried the marks of battles fought long ago. Two large black ravens circled above the mast, grabbing Knud’s attention for a moment. He then noticed an old man with a wide-brimmed hat and cloak sitting at the bow with an ornate spear in his right hand. The tip of the spear glinted in the moonlight. Upon closer inspection, the old man’s face was heavily weathered from years of sun exposure and the salty spray of seawater. The old man’s right eye was hidden behind a tattered cloth bandage.