This is Thror, located 10 days north of desperation, a smidge east of insanity, and just south of freezing. Most of the people here are rough, much like the seas surrounding us. My name is Torhild, not the best name, I know. But deffinately not the worst.
Us vikings believe that horrible names ward off evil spirits. Anyway, it's an old village. Yet there's always new houses. Why, you may ask? Well, the reason is simple. As families grow, they need new houses. But there's more.
We have dragons.
That's right. Zipplebacks, hideous nightmares. Bassically, your social ranking is bassed off of what dragon you have tamed and ride. Zipplebacks are diffinately going to get me higher up, due to them having two heads. Hideous Nightmare? Pfft. That would be near the top. Mostly thanks to them catching themselves on fire.
The one I want, it's so rare it's considered a legend. That's the Nautical Fury. It's similar to the Nightfury, to the point where they are often confused.
The difference? They have deep blue patterns on them, each one having it's own special markings.
My father, Jorick the mighty, is said to have ended the Civil War in our village by lighting the rebels leader's house on fire with a Hideous nightmare in his sleep. Is it true? Well, I'm sure it is.
Oh, and then there's Matrix, my identical twin. She's got the local Night Fury while I've got..a Gronkle. Honestly, I think it's her name. Then there's Herringfeet, the local talk among the girls. Softliver, Darksong and Mistdrage are some of my friends.
Ok, I take that back. Mistdrage is my cousin, but we get along fine.
