Hel Valkyrie

The Valkyrie. Immortal, appears thirty four. Sell-sword and guard. Fallen Valkyrie "The only men I choose to kill now are the guilty ones".

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josephineabbey

Josephine was about to give up, when she elaborated. Old families? What could she possibly want to do with that? It wasn’t her place to pry, so she didn’t, only shrugging in reply. “That sounds a lot like war chronicles. War chronicles and maybe look at family charts. Birth records are usually kept in churches, so it wouldn’t be here, and neither would death certificates.” She replied with a soft pout, thinking. “That’s all I can think of that would help you. Do you have an exact date, or battle? That would help a lot narrowing the proper chronicle down.”

Ah. War chronicles. She should’ve known it’d be there. Elyris nodded to the woman, but as she kept speaking, the valkyrie paused, head tilted. “Death certificates. That could be very helpful, actually. Thank you for sharing that information with me.” She thanked her and then she chuckled. “Of course I know the date. And the battle. But, you’ve given me all I needed to know, so there’s no use in elaborating further.” She wasn’t unfriendly, but she wasn’t keen on sharing her private thoughts with strangers.

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aliceiago

Alice had to admit that she liked the blonde. While, yes, she was the friendly type, that didn’t mean she liked everyone she interacted with. But this girl, she did like. She liked strong women and this woman radiated strength; the same kind of strength she sensed in Erica. “Yea, they’re fragile and delicate.” She chuckled in reply, raising her glass in return.

It wasn’t all that easy to impress the succubus, but she was impressed by the blonde. “Admirable skills. The only skill I have is throwing things, and not necessarily hitting the target while I’m at it.” She chuckled. Her smile widened as Darcy accepted. “Great! Can you start tomorrow night? Come ‘round here at six, meet the girls and see what you need. There are some weapons upstairs on the attic. I’ve the key so I can show them to you, but if you want you can bring your own.”

Elyris laughed at the barmaid. It wasn’t that she laughed at her, rather with her. Throwing things, more accurately knives wasn’t as easy as it sounded. “It’s not that easy to hit something from a big distance, so I can’t say I hold it against you.” Her laughter turned to a chuckle, then it silenced completely as she thought of her offer. “Yea, I can. I don’t have anything else to do, so tomorrow night works swell for me.” She answered with a quick smile and a nod.

“That’s okay, I’ll bring my own, but it’s good to know there are more weapons here. It’ll make the girls feels safer. I’ll come by around six, so I guess I’ll see you then. Do you think the owner will come down to meet me?” The valkyrie asked, wondering if the barmaid will tell who owns the place.

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josephineabbey

Josephine nodded as the woman declined; she couldn’t force anyone to accept her help if they didn’t want it. She was about to return to her work, when the blonde spoke again. Josie looked up form her scrolls, her eyebrow arched in question at her. “Archives?” Her head was tilted in curiosity. “They are here, but at the back of the room. Why do you need them for? Is it an ancient text you’re looking for, because most of them are at the back, hidden from direct sunlight and weather.”

Rarely people wanted the archives. Most of the visitors in the library, went to more popular sections, like the literature, poetry and, often, medicine. Archives held more fragile texts, hereditary, old manuscripts, and various other things. She’s only ever been there once, when she was looking up more in-depth information on Atlantis.

“So I’ve figured.” Elyris said with a sigh. The archives were always well hidden, and protected, and she shouldn’t have been surprised that the same thing transferred to Atlantis. Magic can only protect so much and for archives to be openly displayed would’ve been playing with chance. “It’s not an ancient text I’m looking for.” She shortly replied.

With another sigh, she’s decided to elaborate. “I’m looking for manuscripts of old families. Not native to Atlantis, dated three hundred years before today. I’m looking for a list of people perished in a battle and detailed information of the fallen men. More than that, I cannot say.”

[josephineabbey]

Josephine had always wanted to visit the library of Alexandria. It was the most famed building in the world, and as someone who adores books and knowledge they hide within their covers, she thought that visiting Atlantis would be the perfect thing to do. When her husband and friend died, she packed her belongings, their books, and moved from Albion. And that was nearly a year ago.

Now she was a regular in the library, and somehow she could never get enough of the smell of parchment. Josie was seated by the window, her eyes skimming over a text that touches the topic of Alchemy, something which began to interest her. Her attention was rarely diverted, but when she noticed someone pacing close to her table, she brought her gaze up.

“Is there something I can help you with? If you’re looking for a particular scroll or a codex, maybe I can point you to it? I’m here almost daily, so I know my way about.”

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Elyris normally knew her way around thing, after all she’s been in Atlantis for years. It was easy to find her a correct path around the endless isles, but a tapestry she noticed hanging from the wall reminded her of her last kill as a valkyrie, and her thoughts wandered around the memory, making her oblivious to her surroundings, and pretty much everything else. She wasn’t careless, but she was distracted, and it showed. When a woman spoke, Darcy halted and looked up from where she paced, her eyes meeting that of a brunette.

“No, I know my way around, but thank you anyway.” She declined, but after a moment she wondered if there were any archives in the library. She had his name and she was curious as to who he was before she sent him to Valhalla. “Actually, you can help me. Where are the archives?”

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aliceiago

Alice chuckled as the woman spoke. Oh boy, can she relate. Though, more than half of her desires were of the carnal side, thanks to her backfiring spell that left her lustful, but she supposes it could’ve been worse. I could’ve lusted for a particular bland of alcohol, or cigarettes, or a particular part of meat coming from a particular animal; that would’ve been a little bit more awkward. Imagine if she only desired for the brains of goats. That would’ve been awkward to ask. “Aye, us girls have always been more intelligent than men, that’s for sure. They’re the ones being optimistic about everythin.”

Swords? Well that could prove useful. She wasn’t really on the lookout for a bouncer, or another guard, as she didn’t have that many problems, but a lady guard? That would make her girls feel more relaxed, safer. It’s easier to trust a girl, than it is to trust a man. To her latter words, she laughed. “Same. I get real annoyed by men, real soon.” She took a shot of her drink and smiled to the blonde. “So, swords, huh? That’d be useful. When do you think you could start, if you’d be interested?”

Elyris found herself enjoying the company of the barmaid, but she enjoyed the company of everyone who wasn’t optimistic, or disillusioned about life. As a valkyrie, she’s seen things no one would ever imagine and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. While she thought mankind, in general, wasn’t trustworthy or particularly kind, she didn’t find it fair to eeny-meeny-miny-mo who lived and who died on the battlefield. Alice’s words brought a chuckle from Darcy, and she rose her glass in agreement. “Aye. They’re more delicate than they want us to know.”

Elyris smiled at her comment, nodding. Yes, men did bring annoyance to her, too, unless they were of the more polite sort. Gentlemen were a dying breed, it seems. “Swords, daggers, bow and arrow. Name it, I’ve used it.” She added, and when the barmaid asked, Darcy smiled. “Whenever you’d want me to start, really. I have some time to spare.”

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aliceiago

Alice chuckled, the blonde’s words bringing amusement to her. Oh, she knew all about the reputation that followed Statue Tavern and she was pretty sure half of it came from her. She loved making up stories about this place. Rigged games? Oh, aye. Brutes and bloodthirsty guards? Ya, sure, by the buckets. Whores who killed customers with small dicks? Hilarious. She was proud on the last one, wondering sometimes however did she thought about it. Utter fabrications, all of them, of course. But, it kept her girls safe and her business as legal as it could be. “And what’d your desire be?” She asked, smirk dancing on her lips.

“Depends, what’d you be willing to do. Barmaid, lady of the night? Got any skill, dear? You could always sing on the cabaret nights.” Alice suggested. Yea, she could use more girls, but this one seemed on a less polite side, but she’d hate to impose. Or offend, by guessing wrongly. “Aye, we’re offerin. I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t, would I?”

Elyris made a face, something bordering on shy mischief even if she was far from shy. “I have ‘em plenty. The longest one is to be left as least annoyed as I can be, but some people are testing my patience.” She chatted, revealing nothing, yet saying a lot at the same time. “A desire for justice, you could say. For equality, for peace. But, I ain’t foolish enough to think of ‘em. So I settle for booze. Occasionally men.” As a valkyrie, she couldn’t really get drunk, but not for the lack of trying.

Snorting at the latter part of her offer, Darcy smirked. “Sure, if your boss wants to find his customers dead.” The snort ebbed to a cunning chuckle, as she asked about her skill.”Oh, I think you’d be surprised. I might not have the voice of angels, but I’m pretty handy with a sword. More than decent. If you need a guard, or someone to linger around and protect the girls, I’m interested. But, the more servicing part of the job? I don’t have the nerves for that.”

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aliceiago

Alice offered the woman a smirk, nodding at the drink in question. “We have everything your heart desires.” She turned around to fix a drink, a strong one, listening to the blonde speaking. She was odd, this one. Had the air around her just like Erica. The succubus didn’t really judge, her girls had every right to keep their secrets. It was best for everyone involved that they knew little about each other; that way they couldn’t guilt her into revealing who she really is. However, if her girls wanted to share some secrets, she’d always be there to listen to them.

“It gets busy, then it gets slow. The girls are currently indisposed. There was a rude one comin’ and I was the only one dealin long enough with him to know how best tell him to mind his own goddamn business.” she replied to the woman’s question, placing the drink in front of her with a welcoming smile. “Why do you ask? You lookin for a job?” She asked. In fact, she could always use more girls.

The barmaid wasn’t fully human, that much she knew ( she could smell magic from a mile away, and she reeked of it. ), but she wasn’t fully inhuman either. An odd bland, no doubt, which made Elyris believe this could be a step out of the habitual night for her. Good. “I’m sure you do. This place has a rep for filling all sorts of desires.” She commented with a knowing grin, drawing the glass to her lips as she took a sip. Quality, not watered down like she’d have expected, but then again, it was only her first drink; for now.

The offer came out of the blue, taking the Valkyrie by surprise for a heartbeat. “I wasn’t thinking about it, but additional coin can’t hurt. What kind of a job are you offering, if you’re offering?” Darcy asked.

[altierra]

I embrace the idea of life and death for I am not the one in charge of my fate. The gods have already written my story. Victory or Valhalla.

[aliceiago]

Alice loved this place. It was vivid with life and colour, and since the treaty has been announced to be signed in Atlantis, her job flourished. Nothing made men more inclined to spend money on drinks and women as much as a promise of peace or a threat of war did. The Tavern was already crowded and it’s barely been an hour since she opened for the day (or, well, night). Her barmaids looked like they were already half annoyed by the men which entered and the succubus could barely blame them - the most frequent thing men gave her was a headache. Jealous wives rarely came to the Tavern, and even if they did, Alice would always give them an opportunity, and an occasion, to take it out on their husbands, instead on her girls who just wanted to earn a coin for a living.

Noticing the way her two barmaids exchanged glances when a particularly persistent customer arrived, Alice winked to them and slid each girl a strong drink, quietly stepping in for them. I’d be best if she just tells him to bugger off as politely as she could. While the sailor wasn’t as nearly as drunk as he could be, the matter was sorted quickly and painlessly - he sat on the further side of the bar, sipping on his watered down ale. She was about to step back from her duty and let the girls earn a bit for themselves when a person sat on a chair right in front of her.

There was no point in retreating now or it would appear as if she’s refusing to serve a customer, and even the thought of it was bad for business. Clearing her throat, Alice allowed a smirk to plant itself on her lips. “You look like you need a drink. It’s your lucky day, mate, because today’s first drink is on the house. What can I get ye?”

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The Tavern was a crowded place ( and Darcy was not overly fond of crowded places ) but it promised a familiar face, Eir, or how she’s known in this society, Erica. The Valkyrie kept tabs on her sister, entering the tavern with an arched eyebrow and a distasteful scowl on her face. She wasn’t overly fond of men who, in their intoxication, thought they had the right to do as they please, often using violence as a means to an end.

She thought to catch a glimpse of her sister-Valkyrie, but instead, as she sat by the bar with her elbows resting against the hard surface of polished wood, Darcy replied with a smirk that matched the woman’s. “Aye, thanks. I’ll have the whiskey, if you sell it.” The Valkyrie threw a glance around herself, her eyes ever assessing, calculating. “It’s sure crowded in here today. How come you’re the only one workin’ tonight?” She asked, subtly trying to pry out if Erica was working.

[peaceorwar-rp-blog]

The Storm has found Elyris Darcy Redford of Asgard. She is immortal and is a Valkyrie.

She was a warrior, a shield-maiden and trusted soldier to Asgard. In battle, she was fearless, without compare and at times without compassion, but the more she killed the more she wondered was it really fair to choose which mortal lives and which dies, who goes to Valhalla and who falls into Hel. She couldn’t agree with her sister kind, so she surrendered her sword and exiled herself, taking the identity of a mercenary. But she will not fight for cruel men, only for causes she can justify, for at last, she can fight for what she believes in.

Her opinion on the treaty is neutral due to mistrust of the factions involved, but she will bring bad people to justice.

Connections:

Eir: as sisters, the two are close, even if they have chosen completely different paths. Elyris may have left the Valkyries, but she’d still help Eir. 

She also has connections to the Storm and to the Valkyries.

Faceclaim: Katheryn Winnick

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By the Water || Elyris & Elan

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His canoe–his net inside of that–the rope looped around its bow–a fishing knife strapped to his hip. These were all things Elan had with him, all the tools of trade, yes, and all that he had to defend himself with. Heavily armed people with blood on their weapons tended to make him nervous.

And still, he felt compelled: he had a duty, as much to himself as to his ideals, who he would like to be, to keep the space around him as safe as possible. And a strange woman with a heavy, bloody sword hardly felt safe.

“It is generally considered impolite to clean a sword in public,” Elan replied with a small shrug, his face a placid mask of indifference.

He wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, of course–certainly his former captors had had no problem with it–but he assumed it to be true of this place, at least, of these people with their customs so unlike any of the places he had known before. He watched her face carefully, patiently, waiting for some truth (he knew not of what kind) to assert itself there.

“Are you a pirate?”

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Elyris had to give it to him - he did have a sense of humour. Perhaps it was just her being used to humanity and their assumptions, but his comment brought a smirk to her face. “This isn’t public place.” She replied, her voice disinterested, but she stopped sharpening her sword. “And I am not cleaning it, I’m sharpening it. You’ve seen blacksmiths doing this in their shops, at the market square, haven’t you?” It was more of a retort, rather than a question.

His question made the Valkyrie arch her eyebrow in amusement. She was about to say something along the lines of do I look like a bloody pirate, but she refrained from doing so after further inspecting the boy. He seemed harmless enough, and odd enough, but that didn’t mean she’ll tell him who she was. “No.” She briefly replied.

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She chuckled. It was true enough that the Valkyries enjoyed bending men to their will. Even Eir amused herself by shocking them when she could beat them in any feat of strength. She supposed it was fair enough, considering how men treated women, for there to be one place in the world where women ruled and not men. “No one can claim perfection. Not Men, not us, and not even the gods.” It was always a risk, saying anything that could insult any god, but Eir had always been closer to the gods than some other Valkyries, and she knew Elyris was the same. They’d just served different goddesses, and Freyja, of course. All Valkyries served Freyja. “We can make mistakes just as every being can. And we have. Did I ever tell you the time I accidentally stained Odin’s armour. Yes, his armour.” She had been experimenting with herbs, with Frigg’s encouragement, and it had backfired.

“Times are changing, but that doesn’t mean we have to settle for the changes we don’t like, we can help change them yet again.” She held nothing against Men as a whole for what they’d done, but the idea of doing nothing wasn’t something Eir could stomach. She liked to help too much to stand back and watch everything she loved about the world fade away or be torn away. “We’ve never shied away from danger, sister, I can’t see it starting now.”

Laughter bubbled up. “There’s endless adventure. I confess, I’m excited by it.” While her reason for being here was serious, the Valkyrie had always seen the bright side of things, so she was looking forward to making the best of this adventure. Even if it didn’t become a story, a legend shared down through the ages, she would remember it. “I’ll use brute force when necessary, don’t fret. I just like to offer the more peaceful options first.” She’d always offer people the chance to avoid a fight with her, both because she did like to keep things pleasant and also because it was hardly a fair fight in most circumstances. She’d had hundreds of years of training by warriors from all over the world and throughout time, and she had her Valkyrie abilities. A mere mortal wouldn’t last long in a fight with her.

Elyris nodded to her sister, agreeing. “No, nobody is perfect, but Men like to think they are. Especially males.” She said with a sigh, before she chuckled at the memory. “Yes, I remember you telling me about it, but sadly I wasn’t there to witness it on my own. i have heard legends of it, though. One Valkyrie said Odin even cried from his remaining eye and the other said you cried. The third said all of Asgard cried. I believed none, of course, but it was an entertaining thought.” She chuckled.

The Valkyrie bobbed her head in another agreement as she regarded her sister, smiling softly to her words, but weariness seeped into her bones and her eyes. “We never will flee  from battle; it’s neither in our nature nor in our blood, sister.” She sighed. “I don’t see how we can help them change it, to be honest. They will always revert to their bloodied ways and they will never be truly happy.” It was a sad truth, and if she could help them to change, she would. But, she believed it to be in vein.

“Well, good. That’s good.” Elyris smiled, remembering her drink, and she took an appreciative sip - no drink was as good and as strong as the one from home. “I doubt you’ll need my help with anything, as I know you can more than fend for yourself, but if you ever find yourself in a need of a sister, or even a sword, I will answer to your call swiftly.” She affectionately said.

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Teresa thought about what she was saying, aware that she was being a little foolish by assuming nothing else existed. How was she to know better? It’s not like she ever encountered anything else, but a very large part of her believed in the supernatural. The young lady nodded, shy and sad smile on her face. “Yes, we are horrible, are we not?” It was a retort, but a sad one. She liked meeting new people, and she was nothing but kind and gentle, so she couldn’t understand cruelty no matter how hard she tried.

“I believe so, myself. I wish I could meet someone who isn’t fully human. It’s my belief that things that aren’t purely of this world, could teach us a great deal of things. Maybe they could teach us how to be kinder, more accepting of things that aren’t solely human? Do you think it to be possible?” She asked her guardian.

No matter how much time she spent with the young lady, Elyris was constantly baffled by the sheer, and honest kindness of the human girl. If only others were alike her, then the world ( and not just Midgard, no. it would make all the worlds ) a better place. The Valkyrie just smiled at her retort, nodding softly in the process, but refraining from saying anything more on the matter.

Her following words made Darcy arch her eyebrows in question, a kind smile gracing her lips as she regarded the protegée. “I doubt anything could make you any kinder. I think the others could learn a great deal from you, but I suppose you’re right. Things that aren’t of this world really could teach us a thing or two we don’t yet know.” Though she doubted it was a good idea. Human tended to destroy everything in their wake, but so did the Valkyries, ultimately.

[peaceorwar-rp-blog]

“ The whole world’s insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies won’t distract me.”

Name: Elyris

Species: Valkyrie

Alias: Darcy Redford

Age: Immortal

Occupation: Sellsword

Country of origin: Asgard

Loyalties: herself

Personality:

Protective, loyal, skilled

Shielded, bitter, introverted

Background:

Elyris was a warrior, a shield-maiden and trusted soldier to Asgard and its king, Odin. She has seen battle, helped slay his enemies and the enemies of the nine realms, but there was something in her which wouldn’t let her still, something which prevented her from killing Men without as much as a blink of her eye. Tradition had it for Valkyries to choose who goes to Valhalla, who goes to Folkvangr and who was stuck in Hel, and it was a task she, at first, didn’t question. It was her job, her sacred duty and watching the other Warriors do the same without as much as a flinch, she wondered if something was wrong with her. In battle, she was fearless, without compare and at times without compassion, but the more she killed the more she wondered was it really fair to choose which mortal lives and which dies, who goes to Valhalla and who falls into Hel.

She stopped enjoying killing.

Until the moment her eyes had met with ones of a dying soldier, seeing fear in his blue eyes and noticing how lost and how young he looked, she was taken aback by the horrors of war and Men’s thirst for bloodshed. She was mortified with the easiness of her fellow Valkyries, how effortlessly they pointed at who lives and who dies, and in that moment she had had enough of it all - Asgard, Valhalla, Svartalfheim, Vanaheim, all the realms. Wherever she looked she saw war and pointless killing and that night she surrendered her helmet and her sword to Odin, willingly exiling herself to Midgard.

Earth was just as she remembered it, still full of chaos and blood, and instead of choosing large, popular cities, Elyris chose Port Royal, taking the identity of Darcy Redford, a sell-sword. No matter how much she ran from war and from fighting, she knew war and fighting was the only thing she was good at, the only thing which would help her survive on her own in the Realm. Port Royal soon became her home and she had found a job with a good and kind noble, someone who gave her a purpose - a purpose which contained of stopping more bloodshed, of doing what she was supposed to be doing and it was protecting the innocent, protecting those who couldn’t fend for themselves from murderers and bullies. Now, she finally had something to truly fight for rather than indulging in petty wars; now she chose that only the bad died, transporting them straight to Hel.

Connections:

Eir: As sisters, the two are close, even if they have chosen completely different paths in life.

Teresa Pembroke: Convincing the Governor to hire a woman as protection for his daughter wasn’t easy, but her skills spoke for themselves. She isn’t just a bodyguard, but a confidant for the young girl. 

This character’s faceclaim is Katheryn Winnick and the character is taken.

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Governor Pembroke: Isn't that sword heavy?

Elyris: Life's heavy, sir.

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By the Water || Elyris & Elan

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The grey light of pre-dawn shaded the trees on the horizon. Elan could see the black silhouette of their tops thrown into sharp relief against the lightening sky, once-familiar figures dancing in the sea breeze. A smile slipped onto his face as the treetops waved to him, beckoned him forward, welcomed him back. Aboard La Concepción he had not been granted much if any time ashore; he had had few reminders of the home he left behind, of kind mother, of strong neighbor, of peaceful land. All was well here. All was well in Port Royal, a kaleidoscope of people and accents and colors and means, and all was well away from the town in the quiet, unsettled woods, in the trek from the trees to the shoreline, in the bubble of silence broken only by the wash of waves, the snap of twigs, the chirps and the skitters and the bumps and other small sounds of woodland life.

Elan broke through the trees and made a beeline to his right, crouching to uncover his canoe. Few fishermen ventured out here so early in the day; they liked their chances later at night, when the tide brought the gifts of the sea much closer to them. Elan, for his own part, preferred the privacy of early-morning fishing, even if it was less profitable in this area. The serenity did his soul well.

With a grunt that broke the spell of silence around him, the young man began to shift his canoe out of its hiding place, turning to haul it out to sea when he noticed a woman alone at the treeline, a sword in her lap and a suspicious glare in her eyes. He held her gaze, straightening up and lowering the arm which held the rope lead looped around the nose of his vessel.

No fear filled his heart. No curiosity gripped him, no good-natured wind whipped his spirits up to higher planes. He only glanced down at his canoe, met the woman’s eye again, and lifted the rope over his shoulder once more, daring her to break the silence first. He wasn’t the one with the sword, after all. 

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Elyris had inspected the young boy dragging a canoe, half intrigued and half bored by his presence. Still, if she knew anything about the fishermen, it would be that it was usually too early for them to be out there in such an early hour, where dawn had barely began to break. Maybe this one knew things she didn’t, which wouldn’t be so surprising, since she didn’t particularly feel attached to the sea or water in general ( aside from the necessary usage of it. ) . Her movements were precise, methodical, as she sharpened the metal and her eyes followed the boy, until he stood there, looking at her, without as much as a word.

Typical human.

The Valkyrie arched her eyebrow, averting her eyes back to her sword, her movements unphased by his stare. Still, after a moment of long silence, she fought the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation, and she spoke. “It is generally considered impolite to stare.” Her voice was low and soft - softer than one would expect from a sellsword.

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Eir laughed. “I struggle enough with the men mistaking my work here, red would just give them all sorts of ideas.” While she knew that some of her sisters made choices based on vanity, not all did. Valkyries did stand for something, even if they were prone to foolishness the same as any living being. Nothing could claim perfection, not even the gods. She didn’t want to argue though, so she left it alone. Elyris was entitled to her opinion.

“I always felt Kara would have been better served as an Amazon alone, rather than taking on the mantle of Valkyrie as well. But I think she enjoys forcing men to submit to her will.” The only difference between Amazons and Valkyries were the duties that they carried out. They had all the same abilities, same skills, and they all believed the same thing except for the opinion on men. That was why they shared their home, although the Amazons kept some areas of the island for women only, forbidding men from stepping foot on those sacred places. To break that rule would be to be banished from the paradise they’d found themselves in. “Even after death, I find they’re still foolish. We know that better than anyone.”

While not all Amazons and Valkyries were related, some were close enough that it would be wrong for them to be together. Eir and Elyris were such ones. “You knew what I meant. They don’t see family, they see beautiful women seeking out privacy. Men always make assumptions, especially in places like this.”

Pouring a drink, Eir considered what toast they should make. “To new adventures.” She decided, taking her goblet and clinking it against Elyris’ before drinking. “Men never like to think that we don’t need them. I mostly try let them think they are useful, it makes them more compliant.”

Elyris nodded, the gesture closing the subject. Their opinions on it were different, and neither of them would change their minds, so there was no need in discussing it any further, anyway. “Well, you know how men are. They think everything is an invitation.” She briefly added, walking with the Valkyrie.

The Valkyrie chuckled, nodding again. “Kara certainly knows how to leave an impression. But, I think half of our kin likes submitting Men to their will. We all take pride in seemingly being the smarter specie, though sometimes I beg to differ. Some of our sisters can be quite dimwitted sometimes.” Her chuckle ebbed away into a sad smile. “I doubt they’ll ever change. They are a strange specie and I feel like they can’t do without us any more than we can really do without them. The world would be dull without their poor intervention, but safer. They make everything dangerous.”

Elyris agreed silently, deciding not to comment any further on it. Men were demanding and they took things they wanted one way on another - she despised them for it. The two Valkyries toasted, and Darcy’s smile widened. “This place does promise loads of it, doesn’t it?” She aksed as she took a sip and then she nodded. “That’s certainly one way to handle them. Other than brute force, of course.” She chuckled.