Multiple large humanoid beings traveled across the darkness of the dungeon toward a blinding light.
These creatures had human physiques, their bodies covered with brown fur. They wore leather and metal armor, their skin scarred with marks. Most of them were missing body parts which had been replaced with metal, be it an iron limb or a shoulder.
They had battle-hardened expressions and carried all sorts of weapons. Some were walking, while others traveled on large creatures.
They chatted and argued about how many lives they would take, sharing their disdain for their enemy. They were rough, disorganized, and animalistic by nature, yet they were valiant warriors, dangerous fighters, and a united race.
...They had only just united, of course. United to finally get revenge on their enemy for stripping them of their power years ago. United to destroy the descendants of the one who had once destroyed them.
That was because they were Vikings!
