You are a fierce raider of the fierce fjords and seas of Grimnir, and a well respected member of your clan. Each of these clans, though far flung from one another, nevertheless find common ground on two things: the Drifthall, and the Völv. For this is winter that refuses to end, the clans stoke their fires and pray to their gods, and a courier has come to each of the jarls from the Well of Wisdom. The Völv, then, have called a representative from each of the clans under the legendary Hrolf Hallharn, a mighty raider and veteren of a hundred raids. Some clans have sent their best, as the Hallharn clan has. Others have sent who they could. Yrsa, the most respected and feared of the Völv, met with each of you in private, casting runes and imparting personal wisdom to each of you. For there are signs in the stars and in the seas, and she needs each of you to sail to a forgotten speck of volcanic coast, where there stands something... misplaced. A tower where none should be. “It falls to you. The winter persists, the snow accumulates, as do the stories of beasts wandering down from the mountains. Yes, these may be only a few of the signs but they are signs. And now this… shared nightmare. Of a tower that should not be. I fear that it begins, and we are already undone.” ~Yrsa, High Seer of the Völv