The 5th era was soon coming to the land of Gatheron. In the town of Avestyr their was a little girl by the name of Ortha Steel-Fist of the Steel-Fist clan. Otrha was a gifted tailor and she had the ambitions that noone else could fill, her mother and father were killed by the Red Scourage that perished only just 3 years ago defeated by Ragnarok and his Barbarian clan. Later, that day Ortha and a couple of farm kids went down to the mill to play and see what they could get into. Then three men rode into the town, Ortha looked to make them out as savages, bearing fur armor and weapons made from scrapped steel pieces and these men had bloodstains in there beards and on their clothes. Ortha saw that there were bodies hanging from the back of their horses. Ortha started to worry,"Who were these people?" She said to herself. One of Orthas friends tapped her on the back and yelled " WAKEUP ORTHA, WAKEUP, YOUR NOT IN DREAM LAND ANYMORE!" Ortha arose to a man standing in her tent. "Ah, Varin what are you doing here friend?" Ortha said in a baffled tone." Why my friend, today is the day we get to explore the other lands! We've been waiting for the since we were kids." Varin said in a chuckle. " Come Ortha let us eat and then we have to goto the Captain to sighn up for our postions on the ship" said Varin in a happy voice. " Varin, may I ask you a question" said Ortha in a shy tone, " Why sure my, vän ask me whatever you desire." "Are you scared of death, and of this "expedition" were are going to" said Ortha in a concerned voice. "Yes, very much. It has bothered for sometime, but enough of this chatter let us eat and drink!" Shouted Varin in an extatic tone. Ortha and Varin started eating plenty of food and drinking huge tankards of mead. Ortha still has a doubt in her mind that she wants to go on this expedition. After, the banquet of food and drinking Varin and Ortha met up with a few other colleagues going to the same place, they started talking to Varin and Ortha about the expedition while they were walking to the Captains tent. " So I heard we will be going really far down south, where gold flows like wine." said a fellow soldat." I have heard rumors that they're people who eat their own children!" added in another soldat. This disturbed Ortha in a way she never felt. Then the whole party stopped and lined up at the Captain's tent. "Okay, listen, I am only going to say this once. Varin- You're helmsman Ortha- you're a rower Fjior- You're a a infantry man Roskar- you're lookout Dothra- you're quartersmith and finally Rognor- You're the chef. " Dammnit" said Rognor, " Oh so you don't like it? WOULD YOU RATHER BE LICKING THE MUD OFF OF MY BOOTS THEN, BOY?" shouted the Captain. " NO SIR!" "Good, thats what I thought, We live in one hour." said the Captain. " May, Odin except us into Valhalla if we are to be striked down." said Fjior. Varin just laughed.