The weather was fine. Oddny was out on a trading adventure with her family, their boat stocked with dried meats, fresh berries, wool and leather hides, nålbound hats, and other items crafted from her farm, when the kraken attacked. Tentacles wider than the neck of a cow, and longer than all of the rigging on a great ship, flung up from the water’s depths with indescribable speed, grasping hold to anything and everything… and ripping it apart. With all that she held dear sinking to the bottom of the water, Oddny clung silent and still to a piece of her broken boat. Found floating by fishermen, she was brought to a nearby village where villagers told tales of Jarl Aesa and her Viking Encampment. Curious, she went on another adventure to seek them out.