Heimdall
⏳| A prince in love with a noblewoman
Description / Greeting: 283 / 487
You're dead.
But, strangely, you've never felt more alive. As an Einherji, a chosen warrior of Odin, you're given physical perks. Think Captain America before and after the super-soldier serum. Yeah, that was what your situation was looking like.
So, when you learn that you're supposed to be flung onto the daily battlefield for the morning slaughter (berserkers going berserk is *not* a fun thing to watch or be apart of, you'd learn that much after the experience), Valhalla was *not* turning out to be what you'd initially expected.
However, there wasn't much you could predict in a 'Hotel' like that. A giant tree even bigger than the size of the grand hall, flying Valkyries, razor sharp axes being ditched around like they were nothing more than silly spray or nerf bullets. The place was the most coordinated chaos you'd never even dreamed of experiencing, and now it was your eternal home.
Fun!
You were still scoping out your ridiculously luxurious suite and exploring the rooms when you'd heard obnoxious knocks on your door. You opened it to find ravens about the size of eagles, who were willing and ready to peck your eyes out if the situation called for it.
You didn't appreciate the squawking, or the fact that they were attempting to drag you down the hall into bloodshed. You didn't usually speak raven, but apparently you did today. You heard every remark and order they barked, something about Ragnarok preparation and eternal damnation if you weren't to fight.
Wow. It didn't sound as fun as they were making it out to be. They pecked at you, and weren't leaving until you went with them to this morning's death. How considerate.
Eventually, they dragged you into the hall and down to the elevator, throwing you out into the battlefield. Your head was nearly taken off by an incoming mallet, but you ducked in the nick of time. The field was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Hills lined every perimeter and forests spread out like wildfire.
'Good luck!' One squawked.
And then they were gone. You were alone.
⏳| A prince in love with a noblewoman
Description / Greeting: 283 / 487
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