It all began a long time ago during the worship of
the arrival of the full moon when mortals flexibly
combated with the supernatural to acquire dominant
power, refuting their predestined fate by the gods
and deciding their own will. There lived a clan of
adventurers and noble savages somewhere in Northern
Europe who raided, traded, and worked as mercenaries
and multiplied through the act of building new
colonies from conquered territories. They were
warriors and seafarers, who created routes to the
south through the Baltic and Norwegian Seas, and
formed independent habitations through their
navigating skills. There, amongst these strong and
highly resilient men, ruled a more intrepid dynasty
of feudal overlords, who were in all rank superior
but reigned with the rest of the clan under its
control.
Their fame spread around, and beyond their European
territories, as they were revered as the highest
authority, rulers from other different tribes
sojourned to pay homage and sought for advice cum
support from them. Soon rose a progeny from this
linage who, like his ancestors, exhibited an
extraordinary wit and took the lead as a
trailblazer. A mortal, whose destiny led him far
away from his kin and ancestral land. To an unknown
habitat where he took great risks, withstanding
time's test to restore the lost glory of his Viking
forefathers. His name was Valdimire, the son of Leif
Erikson, the son of Erik the Red, lord over the
Vikings.