The eighth set of sagas from Vigra now turn to quests: journeys beyond the safety of hearth and hall, where courage is tested and fate is woven into each step. In this section, six Vikings of Vigra set forth upon their own paths—each driven by need, honour, or destiny.

Some quest for treasure, others for wisdom. Some seek to prove their strength, others to protect what they love. The roads they walk are rough with danger and bright with wonder, carrying them across seas, forests, and mountains. Each tale is different, yet all share the spirit of the Viking heart: bold, restless, unyielding.

Here, in the eighth gathering of Vigra stories, we follow these wanderers and watch as their quests shape not only their own lives, but the saga of Vigra itself.

Hear me now… (hear me now…)

The hearth is behind… the world ahead…

Six souls… six paths… six fires unled…

Beyond the hall of timbered beams, they stride beneath the sky,

Through frost and flame and endless sea, where omens whisper why.

Some chase gold — some chase grace —

Some chase the shadowed face of fate.

Oh… the quests of Vigra! (Vigra… Vigra… Vigra…)

Each step a storm, each breath a flame!

They walk the threads the Norns have spun,

And none shall leave the world the same!

One seeks treasure (glint of greed!)

One seeks truth (in word and deed!)

One guards love (oh heart of pain!)

One seeks glory through blood and rain!

Mountains rise — the wind does moan,

Forests watch with eyes of stone.

Over the sea their longships fly,

And ravens mark them in the sky… (mark them in the sky…)

Oh… the quests of Vigra! (Vigra… Vigra… Vigra…)

Six tales set loose, six hearts ablaze!

Their courage weaves the saga’s song,

Through endless nights and silver days!

Oh!

Here in the eighth gathering — the wanderers roam,

Their stories are stone, their footsteps are home.

From Vigra’s fires to worlds unknown,

They walk — they fight — they dream — alone.

Vigra lives…

In every quest begun…

In every story told…

In every beating heart…

of the North.