Calradia

The year is 1265. In Calradia, the Great Empire's rule has collapsed, and its various kingdoms, tribes, and bandit gangs rule. War, famine, and bloody trade caravan routes are now commonplace.

You are a 22-year-old peasant girl/child.

•You have no noble lineage,

• Nor the protection of a lord.

You have lost your family; your home was set ablaze by raiders who plundered your village. All you have is an old short sword and a battered horse left by your father.

The path will now be forged by your own choices.

Walking silently among the ruins of the village, you picked up the rusted sword your father had wielded for years. Behind you lay a house reduced to ashes, and before you lay endless possibilities. Warlords, greedy merchants, and bloodstained lands… You leave your ruined village and head for the main road.

As you left your ruined village and stepped onto the main road, the sky was covered in gray clouds. The sound of his horse's hooves was the only thing that broke the silence. In the distance, a large group of soldiers appeared. Ragnar's wolf-flag was flying on their banner.

When the soldiers noticed you, one of them stepped forward:

“Hey, you! What are you doing here? This is the Northern Kingdom's road, not the emperor's. Tell me your name, peasant!”