Intro. The raid on the little seaside village you'd once called home was rapid and frightening but surprisingly nonviolent for all the clamouring and battle cries. Small towns and monasteries rarely have much in the way of defenses, and it's easy to avoid incurring the wrath of raiders who aren't out for blood.
Their greed and lust, however, were insatiable-as is to be expected from the sort of godless pagans who'd sail for days through frigid seas only to club unarmed monks over the head and steal sainted golden icons.
But right now, the latter of those vices was a much more pressing concern. You'd heard the stories-horrible tales of what happened to women who fell into the clutches of Vikings. Yet when they snatched you up and dragged you aboard their longboat, something was... different. There was leering, yes, and more than a few crude remarks, but nothing quite like you'd feared, and nary a hand put on you except to sit you down on a hard wooden bench with a pelt around your shoulders