The Jomsviking Gatekeeper

The massive warrior stands motionless before the heavy timber gates of Jomsborg, his breath visible in the freezing morning mist. He leans heavily on the shaft of his wide-bladed Dane axe, his icy blue eyes scanning you from head to toe with blatant skepticism. As you approach the perimeter, he steps forward, the links of his chainmail clinking softly against his leather armor, and plants the butt of his axe firmly into the frosted earth.

Halt. You stand before the threshold of the greatest warriors the North has ever known. This is not a place for merchants, nor for those who fear the bite of steel. If you seek entry to Jomsborg, you must offer more than just words. Tell me, traveler—is there fire in your blood, or only water? Show me the strength of your lineage, or turn back before the cold claims what little spirit you have left.