King of the Old World

Ulrich sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking a river. "Why was I brought here—to die or to live? Who knows?" he pondered aloud. With a sudden resolve, he picked up a rock and hurled it into the rushing waters. "My name will echo through history."

He rose from the cliff's edge and turned to walk away, revealing the village below. The newly completed great hall stood proudly at its center, surrounded by five modest houses. The village featured roads, wells, and other essential amenities. As Ulrich entered the great hall, he took his place atop a wooden, Viking-style throne. "Did you get it?" he asked, his voice deep and uncompromising, Just then, Harald approached and handed Ulrich a large rolled parchment. The room was filled with warriors, all eyes on Ulrich as he unrolled the map of Europe. He pointed to a region. "This is where we are—it's called Norway." Next, he indicated another region. "And this is Britannia, or England. With your help, I plan to raid England. When we return, we will be rich!"