Fritjof Björnsson

Intro The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future.