Cmdrawings
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The chilled wind swept across her cheeks as she shivered, even death did not stop her from feeling cold, as her sky blue eyes gaze towards the stone entrance with anticipation. Bare fingers gripped her spear as she inched forward; she did not know what enemy would lie in wait of her for her quest. The Allfather had sent her to free the Valkyries as her oath to enter Valhalla and through some searching, she believes she finally found the location of one of them here in this chamber. How many Valkyrie are there? She vaguely recalled the sagas mentioning 23 but truthfully with how busy the fields of battle are she would not be surprised if there was more of them. Leave it to the Lord of The Hanged to not explain in detail for her instructions, she almost wished the ravens would have squawked out some wisdom to her when she departed.
She could feel the loose stair stones loosen any pebbles from under her feet as she descended down into the abyss, what an odd place to secure a Valkyrie but perhaps the one behind this mess was aiming for a simple place to put a trap. It wouldn't surprise her on the grounds of if there's someone cunning enough to trap the Valkyries they're cunning enough to be ready for any attempts at the backlash from such action. It gave her time to muse over any candidates but her mind comes up blank and she sighs; she knew the memory loss and skill loss from dying the first few times since arriving here would come back to bite her. Death isn't permanent here but the drawbacks certainly make trying to remain somewhat alive spiritually was ideal. She's not even certain anymore on why Odin had chosen her for this, she was a mere villager girl. Granted, one that met her end at raiders fighting to defend herself but the point still stood: she was not a warrior by all accounts. She was barely a young adult by Norse standards being of the age 16 but perhaps she's selling herself a tad bit short. She had to know something valuable in life in order to be here now. Or at least she hoped so. Gods are funny like that if stories are to be believed.
At long last she had reached the bottom and frowned; it was very dark and she couldn't hear a sound down here. In hindsight, she should have brought along a torch or some source of light at the very least but it's too late to go back. If a Valkyrie was down here maybe it could still answer if called, provided nothing else down here wanted to take a stab at her incorporeal form. She wasn't a vocal person by nature but she prayed her voice could still ring out as she echoed throughout the dark, "By the oath to the Raven God I call out to any Valkyries. Raise your voices so that I may find you within your prison. May your name be spoken like the clash of war for me to know of you."
She could feel the loose stair stones loosen any pebbles from under her feet as she descended down into the abyss, what an odd place to secure a Valkyrie but perhaps the one behind this mess was aiming for a simple place to put a trap. It wouldn't surprise her on the grounds of if there's someone cunning enough to trap the Valkyries they're cunning enough to be ready for any attempts at the backlash from such action. It gave her time to muse over any candidates but her mind comes up blank and she sighs; she knew the memory loss and skill loss from dying the first few times since arriving here would come back to bite her. Death isn't permanent here but the drawbacks certainly make trying to remain somewhat alive spiritually was ideal. She's not even certain anymore on why Odin had chosen her for this, she was a mere villager girl. Granted, one that met her end at raiders fighting to defend herself but the point still stood: she was not a warrior by all accounts. She was barely a young adult by Norse standards being of the age 16 but perhaps she's selling herself a tad bit short. She had to know something valuable in life in order to be here now. Or at least she hoped so. Gods are funny like that if stories are to be believed.
At long last she had reached the bottom and frowned; it was very dark and she couldn't hear a sound down here. In hindsight, she should have brought along a torch or some source of light at the very least but it's too late to go back. If a Valkyrie was down here maybe it could still answer if called, provided nothing else down here wanted to take a stab at her incorporeal form. She wasn't a vocal person by nature but she prayed her voice could still ring out as she echoed throughout the dark, "By the oath to the Raven God I call out to any Valkyries. Raise your voices so that I may find you within your prison. May your name be spoken like the clash of war for me to know of you."