Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140616200842/@comment-5583506-20140708021642

Valkyrie walked around the cave, looking at the faces of the dead. The scene seemed so familiar to somehow. Sturkas, Armstark and Kettil Cave-Bear were dead, the worst of the lot, yet she found no peace in her heart. She had been living up to this moment for one reason; to rend her blade through Sturkas chest. But the opportunity had been taken from her and now she didn't know what to do with her life. She suddenly felt more alone than she had ever felt before. What was it all for? Why was she even alive if there was no chance for true vengeance?

''I am sorry, father... I am so sorry...''

She sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands and started to cry.