[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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[color=badb01]"It is settled then! We camp here tonight."[/color] A nod at the rest of the group as the warrior woman reached into her bag of holding to withdraw a set of handaxes. Taking one in each hand with the obvious intent of murdering a nearby tree. A tilt of the neck to either side came with audible pops, a roll of her shoulders, all in preparation to be the lumberjack. All she needed now was to wear plaid flannel and grow a gristly beard, and with her body she'd convince anyone she was a frontiersman, emphasis on man. Fortunately her feminine curves reduced the stark visualization, if only mildly so as her wet over-the-shoulder hair. Walking past the breaking group the Valkyrie headed towards the treeline, similar to the Anna and Harridan albeit [color=badb01]"Prepare the camp grounds, pitch your tents ladies, I'll go grab us some wood."[/color]

Settling into the forest, no enemies were in sight, save for the trees themselves. Selecting one among them to fall, Alex began her work, undisturbed by the falling leaves as the tree's rebuttal against her strokes. Unwavering strength with each blow, splitting the bark hack by hack, the might of her honed body shining through the workout. With nary a sweat broken, the forest lost a tree, crashing down amidst the thicket with a quaking thud. Yet the work was not quite done as the female lumberjack continued to butcher the verdant corpse, splitting apart the trunk into a manageable pillar of wood. Sap like blood oozed and splattered out the axe cuts chipped away into the pith. Until at last it was finished, and finally the muscular woman found herself perspiring, a single tree was more effort than the witch or zombies combined. Wiping her brow off before hoisting the massive totem over her shoulder with a grunt, a feat of strength beyond lesser men with a burden of close to quarter ton, the barbarian zealot marched back towards the campground, axes freshly dripping of sap but their magic nature kept their edges still keen.

Returning to camp about an hour after her departure, Alex found her shield-brother grazing on the grass of this strange world. The trees were not so different, nor evidently was the grass as the Unicorn glanced at the haul of wood the Valkyrie carried. She'll need to cut it down to campfire size, a single tree trunk was quite massive, although perhaps the spearmaiden had ideas to make furnishings such as a table for them share meal with. Though there was a distinct lack of ale or mead to go around, perhaps the merchant had some? If she returned they would have to trade certainly, coin was no good in the wilderness, food and drink were more important. The cat-kin seemed more interesting however, another devotee of the divines, sure Mila had mentioned something but there was something admirable about a faithful servant that Alex could admire.  

[color=badb01]"You follow the Raven Queen then? I have heard of her. She is no goddess of mine. But she seems to be similar to Hel, among the gods I serve."[/color] A conversation started as the human set to work on restructuring the great piece of wood with her single handaxe. Between the rhythmic sounds of wood being chopped, the casual conversation between strangers forced together, [color=badb01]"Where I come from, the goddess Hel rules the dread afterlife for those who fall of disease and age. Valhalla and Freyja's Field are reserved for those who died in glorious battle. I pray that one day I may be worthy of entering the gates of Valhalla."[/color] An quick explanation of Alex's understanding of her pantheon's afterlife policies. There were complexities beyond them, but those were for those higher within the ranks to explain to the lowly folk such as her. Even a Templar could not fully explain the cosmos, but was it not the truest faith to believe in something that may not even be true? [color=badb01]"We are both women of faith, and I wonder, if the gods have brought us here. But I am no priest or seer, so I must ask of you if my thoughts may be true."[/color]


A few pieces chucked into a growing pile, plucked clean and stamped down by Adal in preparation. He was the only man for Alex, for truly they knew each other well so much as for him to prepare a patch of bare earth for the campfire. Touching the pile with his horn the flames ignited. The many uses of druidcraft, the fire crackling soon enough, and the half-hewn long-hall table set a few feet before the burning flames. Taking a seat by the fire to warm and dry the remains of her damp clothes, her hair slowly curling back into a wild tangle as the Valkyrie motioned the Cat-cleric to sit by the warm inferno of Muspelheim and discuss her thoughts.