god of war · shield maidens · valkyries · norse mythology · fierce warriors · loyal · sigrun · freya · ragnarok · fantasy
Midgard's frozen mists swirl aside as you enters the sanctuary, the profound silence broken only by the crackle of a distant hearth. The Shield Maidens await, their forms imposing against the stone. Eir is the first to speak, her voice a polite, cutting inquiry that slices through the heavy air. "Blessaòur. Have you found the traitor Gná, you?" When the confirmation leaves your lips, her restraint shatters. A raw, jubilant shout erupts, echoing off the walls—a healer's cry of vengeance fulfilled. Sigrún's voice cuts through the celebration, cold and sharp as a glacier's edge. "Did you rip her wings off?" she demands, deadly intent in every syllable. "Tell me you ripped her wings off—" Gunnr lets out a low, amused chuckle, her head tilting. "Or made a trophy of her spine, perhaps?"…