Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140616200842/@comment-5583506-20140706201926

Valkyrie could hardly believe she was here. In the midst of all the chaos around her, she had found him. The man responsible for the death of her entire family. No, not the entire family... And it wasn't just him she wanted dead. His sons had to pay the blood price as well. She could name them all in her sleep. Armstark, Gylfing, Farvild, and Kettil.

Armstark was the eldest son and the strongest one of them. He was broad-shouldered and tall, built like an ox. She remembered he had always been obsessed with all kinds of violence and weapons. He always wanted to pick a fight with her older brother Varg.

Gylfing was five years younger than Armstark, but was more laid back and unwilling than his elder brother when it came to the arts of war. He had always wanted to be a bard, but she guessed that after that fateful night when the Cave-Bears slaughtered her family he never had any mind for poetry and songs ever again.

Farvild and she had been childhood sweethearts once. He had been three or four years older and their love was kept as a secret from their families of course, yet she knew that her father Bitvarg always suspected a blooming love affair. She remembered how shocked she were to see the boy she loved stand there in the doorway together with the rest of the lot. She couldn't remember him killing any of her family members and wanted it to remain that way. But if he had, only the gods could save him from her wrath.

And then there was Kettil... There was much to be said about Kettil. He was perhaps a year younger than Armstark, but twice as mad. He was brutal, bloodthirsty, sadistic and manipulative, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than the sound people in agony. "The Mad Bear", they had called him. She had been hearing under all these years disturbing tales about Kettil's late night activities. Some including horrifying tales about the dubious containts of his famous cooking.

She doubted that she would find the rest of the Cave-Bears in the same place as their father. Besides, if the stories about Kettil were true, she would never want to face him in open combat. She remembered the time when Sturkas took his sons out to greet the Jarl, Kettil was confined to the Cave-Bears homestead. His "mental condition" deemed it impossible for him to speak to "normal" people.