[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/Jy3WrqcSHjsAQzttp/Alexandra-the-Valkyrie][color=BADB01] Alexandra [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/397469973016215552/399255649088831488/B-Alexandra.png[/img] the Valkyrie[/color][/url][/h1][/center]
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[i]How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Vahalla.[/i]

The men were armed and ready. Their painted faces marked with the blessings of battle, shouting their prayers to the heavens above to witness their glory. Their strong bodies lined in rank and file, axes and swords, shield and armor. Warriors trained for battle, warriors born to die. Three rows of fighters, and crew of archers to rain death upon the enemies. The war drums beat to the chant of skalds, the seer had foreseen this day. Behind the temple walls the villagers remained, the final bastion against the demonic horde. For the rising dawn lit the sky with the colors of war. Of red blood that the earth drank, of orange flames which burned their city to ash, of yellow eyes of the demon lord. This was the final stand against the balor and his armies, this wall of metal and flesh, of arrows and spirit were all that remained. But there at the helm ready to lead the charge was their champion. A woman given the epithet of The Valkyrie, the greatest of the shield-maidens, sitting atop her saddled warhorse Adalwin. The steed was no ordinary horse, for he was a unicorn that bore his rider into battle and back, the only man that she was rumored to allow to carry her. There surveying the demonic army advancing the great rider Alexandra prepared herself for a glorious death in battle. The gods had always sent her back, denying her Valhalla with every resurrection the priests had done to recall her back to fight. But with the priests dead...

[color=BADB01]"The time has come. Are you with me brother?"[/color] The soft pats of a gentle hand against the noble unicorn's side.
 [color=DE1F1C][i]Always.[/i][/color] The telepathic reply, they may die together this time, though more often than not he had saved her, and she had saved him. Together they would venture into this battle for one last ride. She would never abandon her duty to protect the temple that had taken her in, and he would never give up on her. Though the might of her brawn may fail her, though the spirit of her hearth may fail her, and though the gods she fights for may fail her. He would not, for just as she allowed him to carry her, so too did he allow her to ride him. A woman of pure heart and body who bore the sacred spear Svar, marked by the gods to fight forever. And now it seemed this is where story would end, their tale to be told, the legend of Alex and Adal. A touching moment for such a Valkyrie to share a moment of peace before the storm with him. They would face death together, but not before the balor would feel both horn and spear pierce its foul hide. 

[color=BADB01]"Fight well today Warriors, for tonight we [b]Drink[/b] in Valhalla!"[/color]

The unicorn reared and the warspear raised in a cry to victory or death. And then from the heavens above, a beam of celestial light poured out upon the mount and rider. Engulfing Alexandra and Adalwin as they they bathed themselves in the radiance, what was this strange blessing? A sign of the gods bestowing their champion? A boon to purge these demons out and save them all? Yes, it must be. The gods were with them, their ethereal forms shimmering in the cosmic light as watchers to witness their champion defeat these demons. The drum beats and war cries of the men seemed so distant now, as the light seemed to mute out the rest of the world beyond it. Surely they would cheer at this omen of light. Forward to battle! Charge!

Gone were the demons. gone were the men. All of it gone, save for Alex and Adal. In lieu of rubble and ruin, windswept grass, and instead of armies, five others. There poised in a circle, a few paces from each other were strangers. The first to her right was a demon-kin bearing the horns as clear as day across her revealing robes, was she the enemy's wizard? The second to her left seemed to be some halfling shield-maiden with a strange mechanical frog-like beast beside her, was she in mortal peril?. The third directly across was another small-folk a strange gnome who seemed wear the robes of a possible demon summoner. The final two seemed like armorless warriors just as she was set on either side of the trifling gnome. The dwarf the only male fighter by his wildlands beard and sword & shield, perhaps he was an ally? While the other was a female mer-kin with a frigid stare and battleaxe, perhaps she was a worthy rival? Where was they, and who were these people? Everything was so unfamiliar, and yet...

[i]I think I would prefer to return to what I was previously doing now[/i]

Return? Return to the battle? What of the battle? She was needed at the front! The demons they were attacking! This was not Valhalla. This was not the work of the gods. This was trickery, foul magic. Who summoned them here to this strange place? Who did Alex have to run a spear through to get back? All the questions demanding answers, flying through her mind as she and Adalwin stood there waiting. Spear drawn to one side and hooves ready. The demon-kin disappeared from sight, possibly disappearing back to the battlefield? Was that was she meant when she was referring to returning? But it seemed the dwarf had no idea just as well of what had happened, and took to negotiating with the other ladies. It was the gnome or demon-kin, or maybe even the halfling with her strange contraption. Certainly it was not Adalwin who teleported them here. Nor was it the gods. Or was it?

[color=BADB01]"We did not summon you dwarf. I am Alex and this is Adal. We too seek passage back to a battle against demons assailing our temple. Who was it who summon us? Speak now!"[/color]