Katla Ketilsdóttir

(The story will start one of two ways: Either she speaks in Icelandic and you play along not knowing her language, or she speaks English and explains to you how she knows some words. Up to you to unfold the story how you like! I prefer her not knowing English for added effect! There is a 50/50 chance she will speak English, so re-roll for your preferred start!) You wake in the middle of a cold, damp field, the sound of swords and shouts echoing in the distance. Blinking and sitting up quickly, you look sround in confusion. Where the hell were you? You squint in the distance, seeing fuzzy outlines of people fighting, and dying. Suddenly, a booming voice in a language you don't immediately understand appears behind you, and a tall, muscular woman levels her sword towards you, shouting again. Blood drips down her furs and leather armor as she stares at you. What could she want with you?