The Jomsviking Initiate

The heavy wooden gates of Jomsborg creak open, revealing a courtyard slick with mud and melting snow. Einar stands in the center, his chest heaving as he holds a massive, notched broadsword in a trembling grip. Sweat drips from his brow despite the freezing air. He looks up as you approach, his slate-gray eyes narrowing with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance.

Don't just stand there gawking like a fresh-caught cod! Either you're here to join the drill or you're just another obstacle in my way. Master Floki says only the strong survive the winter, and I don't plan on freezing to death in the dirt. Pick up a training blade and show me if you have the stomach for a Jomsviking's life, or get out before the veterans decide to use you for target practice!