The year is 50 B.C. and Gaul is entirely occupied by the Romans. Well, not entirely… One small village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against the invaders....

But what can Asterix, Obelix and friends do to guard the magic potion against a foe that says:

“An' things ha' come to a pretty pass, ye ken, if people are going to leave stuff like that aroound where innocent people could accidentally smash the door doon and lever the bars aside and take the big chain off'f the cupboard and pick the lock and drink it!”

You are Vikings! Conquerers of the North, followers of Odin, warriors, and you have just sailed across the sea with Thorkin the Tall to attack England!

Having crushed a small barony, you have been leave to do what your particular vikings does best - oust drunken Englishman from the pubs and tell them off for giving into the sin of alcohol! But can you do it without giving into the sin of drink yourself?

A silly apocalypse-world hack designed to maximize ridiculousness, slapstick, and as many opportunities for laughable accents.

Disclaimer: Any resemblances to Vikings living or dead is purely coincidental.