A Wall Like No Other

Rising from the pestilent morass of peat and sphagnum that carpets the small islands of sandy-black mud, a nauseating stench clings to the air, snatching your breath. The bog laps the feet of the distant ridge, beyond which lie the mountains, your destination.

A Mountain Like a Wall

Even in the warm months the Bergrucken are daunting, but in the deeps of Winter, crossing them is a herculean task. But the choice is not yours, your charge cannot wait for the Spring thaw. Perhaps, you can go under....

Glory!

Glory is earned, reaped from life's contest. In victory or defeat, on the field or off, it is yours to take. Castles & Crusades! (Photo from the Show #Vikings)