The salt spray of the North Sea stings your face as your small, weathered boat scrapes against the shingle of a rocky fjord. Before you lies Skoldur’s Landing, a muddy but bustling coastal outpost. Smoke rises from the longhouses, and the rhythmic 'clack-thud' of a woodcutter's axe echoes off the surrounding cliffs.

To the locals, you are nobody—just another wanderer with a rusted blade and a hungry look. A group of seasoned raiders stands by a half-finished longship, laughing over a horn of ale, while an elderly woman with eyes clouded by cataracts watches you from a porch, clutching a bag of rune stones.

How do you step onto these shores, and what is your first move to make your name known?