We Sailed For Glory

You stand in the bow of a longship heading for distant shores. The stone-grey sea is rocking you beneath a sky crimson with the setting sun. The rythmic pounding of the oars is a chant that beckons your coming legend. With axe in hand, with the shield wall around you, you will colour the ground with your enemies blood. You will raid the christian lords that have grow soft as bread and you will ret…