In the sky, a maiden in armor glide in the sky on a bright white stalion, looking down on the mortals. She is one of the powerfull Valkyrie.
Extrating the souls of the decease North warrior fallen on the battlefield. Leaving an imaculate golden white feather on the souless corpse.
The beautifull war maiden whos collecting the first soul slowly stand up. Casting a side glance travelling the now devoid of life war plain, the Valkyrie can't help but show a hint of sadness on her pearless face. The eyes shaded slighty red near crying.
- O great warrior, thou are fallen on this ground. Tainting this land on your blood. I, Reginleif, will take your soul bringing you in the Valhalla, you'll take the rank with other Fallen warrior as Einherjar, festing, playing and training eternaly waiting for the end of the world, for The Last Battle, The Ragnarök...
After praying these words, the armored winged warrior continue on her task, collecting the souls of the fallens.
Finally finishing her duty the maiden let out a sight, taking a last glance on the desolate land filed with corpse, armor and weapon, she steel her resolve and assend with her glowing compagnon to The Tree Of The World, Yggdrazill.
On one of the gigantic branch the winged Valkyrie is muttering some words, in a moment runes begin to appear
shinning and revolving around her gauntlet.
Reaching out, the air distorded and a gate are making is appearance. Not wasting a second she pass the portal with her mount.
In Bifrost the gateway of the Gods Domain, a metalic sound tiking on the marble floor echoed.
Moving at steady pace, the holy war maiden encounter the guardian Deity of the Bridge between Midgard and Asgard, Heimdallr.
- Yo ! Uwa... what a scary face you have here... Right! Come with me, lets drown our sadness in alcohol. I lend you my shoulder for this time.
- after twenty plus jar of ale -
- Ya know Heim', i dunno if the job of gatekeeper are hard or not ... buuuuut ! Ya know, these sis' of mine here... Ya know, just because ima the lilsis of the Pridefull Valkyrie of Odin. They can dump aaaaall the task on my lil shoulder of lilsis, ya know.
- erm ... I see that it, I understand.
- Yes ! That is it ! I know ya can understand me. Huehehe. Ima the pridefull Valkyrie of Odin! Reginleif !
- Well ...
- Ya know. Today I did at least ten battlefield ! Near four hundred of souls! Alone !
Puffing her well endowed holly chest saying "praise me". Unfortunally the new high spirited armored maiden became despirited and continue her rambling.
"Well... if not for the wishy wisha and all the ritual wasting ten minute each... *mugnugnu*... Ya know Heimy'. To do it correctly ya have to put yar' hand on yer chest and do *mugnugnu* after that ya have to fking wait yer soul leave the corpse! Waiting ya know ! We pridefull Valkyrie have to wait for yer punny mortal whos not even alive!
Ya know! Even some hot blooded soul whos so painintheass like to be stuborn ! Why punny human yer want to stubornly be in this bloodied crushed cut body. Saying things like "Ima ------ the warrior of even-if-you-dont-know-the-clan-ima-saying-it" and fking talk of punny mortals achievement like "i have killed some punny number of other punny mortals" and after wasting my time saying things like wanting my hand. Ima the pridefull Valkyrie of Odin Reginleif punny mortals, not so little maiden in heat because ya have some punny muscle. "
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And so on, the Anti-punny-mortals Valkyrie continue her monologue. Heimdallr the Gate keeper Deity listen to Reginleif ranting with a cramped smile. It's not realy is fault to be chained at this table but when he did cast a wanting-to-be-helped like a glance the gastly heros and the personels turn down his plea with a your-fault-so-be-it.
On the side note Valkyrie can be considered as a beeing equal of a god, so the like of disease or basique poisoning are sadly impossible.
A clamor roar in the Vahalla, ending the suffering North God.
-Little Rei assignement for you !
As if the earlier scene was a daydream the winged maiden named Reginleif suddenly stand up with a "Ha !" and bowed to the Gatewatcher God banging slightly a fist on her armor.
"Thank you master Heimdallr for giving me your time" leaving a dumbfounded Deity.
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At the bottom of giant world tree, near the weel of Urd, the Dices of destiny are cast. These are masterpieces of craftmanship with as core component the holy silver metal aka mithril, gold bordering each edge and carved with black adamantium. With twenty face perfectly balanced, flawless craft by the dwarf of Svartálfarheirm to be gift for the Norns.
The three weaver of destiny sat at the marble table, looking silently at the dices making a rolling nose one the white surface. Finally destiny and fatality making an accord, the dices stop.
Double one.
" " " fum... FUMBLE ! " " "
Never near nor far, a young hero in a travel for fame, riches and beauty. The last one as a bonus stage. Took a false step in a forest on a dead trunk corvert of moss, triping in the movement, the bagage weight shifting is center of gravity, dragging him down. In despear the young man lost the grip of his sword, rolling down a hill to finaly crash on a cipres trunk earning him a bruised ribe plus a embeded iron sword in the leg. So two dice six plus one dice 8, in case of a true fumble taking full damage and so twenty life point for twenty-eight in case of a level eleven rogue.
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Yaho ! This series will be extremlly short, in case of some people, this slice of life type stories is inspired by the autor of : " The circumtance of Waltraute mariage".
So i will be playing with the myth and legend of the North.
If you smile while reading the goal is achieved, if you laught thank you, if not so be it.
Little ice.