Northmen

When the sea darkens and the storm breaks, they come. From the cold. From the smoke between kingdoms. In a frozen land torn apart by fire and steel, Saxon forces brace against an enemy unlike any they have faced before — warriors who do not fear death, who do not retreat, who fight with the fury of something ancient. As villages burn and shield walls collapse, the battlefield descends into chaos. Snow turns red beneath crashing steel. Screams echo through smoke. But when the slaughter ends… They kneel. And in the silence, they speak of only one name. Bjorn. A warlord forged in blood and winter — calm where others rage, silent where others boast, unstoppable once he marches. When he raises his axe, armies rise. And when he steps forward, kingdoms fall.