Vargrheim

South of Hulneth, nestled along the shores of the northern lake known as Vargrheim's Bite, stood a small yet vibrant fishing village. This was a place of rugged beauty, where the timbered homes seemed to grow from the rocky shoreline, their roofs a riot of wind-tousled thatch. The air would be heavy with the tang of salted parsit and the sound of coasting gulls wheeling overhead, their cries mingling with the rhythmic creak of wooden boats straining against the moorings.

The people of this village were a fiercely independent breed, their lives shaped by the relentless ebb and flow of the lake's waters. They moved with a quiet confidence, their hands ever-ready to grip the worn hafts of their fishing spears, their eyes squinting against the glare that danced across Vargrheim's Bite. They were ruled by the enigmatic Captain Thrain, a man whose face was as weathered as the village itself, and whose voice could command the respect of the most stubborn of souls. Yet, Thrain was no ordinary leader, for in his eyes burned the fire of the pirate, the relentless hunger for adventure and for plunder. He saw the changing tides not just as a challenge to be overcome, but as an opportunity to be seized, a chance to forge a new path, a new destiny.

The boats of the villagers, once used solely for fishing, were being refitted, their holds enlarged, their hulls strengthened. Swords were being sharpened, armor repaired, and the villagers themselves were training, their bodies honed, their minds focused. For Thrain had a vision, a dream of a new era of piracy, of a fleet of ships sailing under his banner, of plunder and riches beyond their wildest dreams. And the people of the village, they were swept up in his vision, their hearts burning with the same fire that drove their captain. They knew the road ahead would be fraught with danger, that they would face challenges and obstacles at every turn. But they were undaunted, their spirits unbreakable. For they were the followers of Thrain, the pirate captain, and they would stop at nothing to make his vision a reality.

The village on Vargrheim's Bite was abandoned when Captain Thrain and his followers set sail to pursue their dreams of piracy. The lure of adventure and the promise of riches had proven too great to resist, drawing even the most skeptical of the villagers into Thrain's orbit. As the boats departed, the village was left to stand empty, its homes and buildings falling into disrepair. Yet, even in abandonment, the village held a sense of anticipation, a feeling that it was merely waiting for the day when it would be reborn, when the followers of Thrain would return, their ships heavy with plunder, their hearts full of tales to tell.