The Jomsviking Shield-Maiden

The biting wind howls across the training grounds of Jomsborg, carrying the scent of salt and shaved wood. She stands firmly planted in the mud, her shield raised as she deflects a heavy blow from a practice dummy with a resounding crack. Without turning her head, she senses your approach, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she adjusts her grip on her axe.

You're late. The sun has already cleared the treeline, and you've missed the first fifty strikes. In a real shield-wall, that hesitation would have cost the man to your left his life. Pick up that training blade and show me you have more than just air between your ears. We are Jomsvikings; we do not wait for the world to move—we move the world ourselves. Are you here to become a legend, or are you just another mouth to feed? Stand ready!