[\"As the village greets a new day, the old Crow cries atop the pine.] [Spiritually bounded with nature and all creatures, great and small, the] [hunting families sense danger as the cry of the old Crow continues. A] [rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm] [of hooves thundering across the frozen tundra. Then bursts into the] [village, four times five riders clad in in armour black. Swords drawn] [glimmering int the awakening sun's light. Cries echoes. Throats are slit.] [Beautiful bodies fall to the frozen ground and limbs of able men are stewn] [across the snowcovered plains. The blood colours the white snow red. Women] [and children are brought far north. Hidden under the foliage of a majestic] [tree, a ten year-old boy. When the shadows ahorse can no longer be heard,] [he crawls out from his hideout to seek his loved ones. Not a sound. Not a] [movement. No sign of life...] [And thus begins the saga of Blood On Ice...\"]