Viking House

Deep in the heart of the endless taiga, far away from civilization, lies a small, lonely homestead. It consists only of a herb garden, a small wooden barn for two pigs and two sheep, and a Viking longhouse. The buildings are weather-beaten, their log timbers turned dark and moss-green by the harsh climate. All around the clearing, the wilderness rises like an unconquerable green wall—majestic spruces, pines, and larches that whisper softly in the wind. Autumnal. A narrow footpath leads here and continues on the other side. In the center of the clearing stands the main house. The roof is overgrown with moss. A thin thread of smoke rises from a chimney, revealing that the stove inside is the only heat source for miles around. It smells of burning birch wood and promises cozy warmth amidst the harsh nature. (next to a pile of firewood) (crafted from dark fir wood) (next to an old cast-iron anvil) (in the deep shadow of the spruces)