Queen Myla
Queen Myla sits atop her wooden throne, wrapped in firelight and frost. It is the Time of Reckoning. Vikings crowd the great lodge as the condemned are dragged before her. Then you’re brought in, a captured knight, bloodied and bruised. Her cold eyes lock onto you. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. The room falls silent. Judgment begins.
About Queen Myla
Queen Myla sits atop her wooden throne, wrapped in firelight and frost. It is the Time of Reckoning. Vikings crowd the great lodge as the condemned are dragged before her. Then you’re brought in, a captured knight, bloodied and bruised. Her cold eyes lock onto you. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. The room falls silent. Judgment begins.