The Berserker chief paced in his house. "What now? My Skrill's gone thanks to Hiccup. I have to find some way to capture him." he thought. Dagur went to their armory and looked at the weapons. "We have nets and catapults. What if we combine the two?" He grabbed a sketchbook and started jotting some weapon ideas down. After a little bit, he was satisfied by the result. Going to the Berserker Herald, he handed the man the plans. "We need some of these. That way, we can shoot the dragons out the sky and trap them immediately." he told. Herald nodded, "Aye, Chief. I'll have the vikings get on that now." Still, Dagur wanted more. He frowned, "How do I get Hiccup over here?" his face lit up, "Johann! That blabbermouth will tell his stories to anyone he can find." the youth laughed.

A couple weeks had gone by and the new catapult net shooter was almost done. Dagur found some of Johann's trading routes and pointed to a spot on the map. "Go here and grab some more weapons-can never have too many of those. While you're there, mention our new weapon. Nosy'll hear you and tell our little Berkian friend. Got that?" The Berserkers confirmed that they understood. "Good. Now be on your way." He said, shooing them away with his hand.

Dagur's plan had almost worked, but Hiccup and the others riders had evaded them yet again. "All right. Put your thinking helmets on because I'm open to ideas. How are we going to take down Hiccup and his Night Fury?" he asked his Berserkers. They stayed silent, "Maybe I should speak louder," he began, growing annoyed, "Someone, think of a plan to finish the dragon riders or you'll be begging they take you prisoner! Can't expect me to do everything." Savage stepped forward, "I have an idea, Sir." Dagur sighed, "Great. It's not even one of my Berserkers that answers. Well, Savage what's your idea."

The Outcast started, "I've had a run in with a dragon species called Smothering Smokebreaths." "Yeah, I've heard of those." Dagur noted, "What about them?" "Well, they seem to be scanvengers and take metal. Stripped us of it all, back when I was with Alvin. I still remember where it was, so if we plant some on Trader Johann." Dagur smiled, derangedly, "He'll take it to Berk and they'll lose everything that's worth anything!" The youth laughed. "I like it, Savage. Let's try.".

The Smokebreaths had been turned against them and Dagur was left floating on a piece of driftwood. He scowled at the tiny speck that was Berk. Savage struggled to stay afloat, next to him. He gulped air whenever his head resurfaced. Dagur groaned and hauled him back onto the driftwood. "Thank you, Sir." the Outcast said, gratefully as the chief grumbled. He was keeping an eye on his Berserkers to make sure they were all right with their drifting. It took a long time, but they reached Berserker island again.

Dagur knew that he needed something that messed, directly, with dragons. That would be perfect. Searching every book they had on the reptiles, he found something odd under dragons. "Dragon root." he pondered, "Never heard of that. Maybe that'll mess up their little beastly minds." He sent Savage and some Berserkers to Dragon IsIand on an assignment to collect the plant and test it out with the dragons. All that was left to do, was wait.