Disclaimer: In this journal, the main character is set. However, I’ll be writing it with an original character in place of Lenneth, the set main character. Other than that, nothing else will change.
I was stricken by a dream.
“A girl by the river with a bucket in hand, collecting water. Noticing the time passing, she panics a bit, fearing being scolded by her mother. On the way home, she runs into men dressed in black clothes exiting her house, water flying from the bucket and landing on them. Her mother, hearing the commotion, comes out side and smacks her, scolding her for the accident. It’s more a sign of abuse than a punishment.
That night, a boy visits her through her bedroom window. A boy named Lucian. He beckons her with the name Rosilda. He tells her that she’s been sold to the men in black from before, and he wants to run away with her. The mother comes into the room, but she is unable to stop their escape.
They make it far into the woods, and Rosilda questions her about how he knows she’d been sold. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. The reasoning of an innocent, little girl.
He gives his case: His little sister was also taken from them. This knews is shocking to her. She was told she passed away from illness. However, no illness results in someone just vanishing. At this revelation, they decide to run far away together.
They arrive at a meadow and the girl becomes entranced. She, however, becomes unable to move and falls to her knees. Lucian is shocked as he realises what this means. The meadow is full of Weeping Lillies that threaten to poison and kill them.
Rosilda, however, starts crying, unable to bear her sorrow any longer, perhaps due to the lillies’ pollen. She wants to fade away, she wants to die and by no more. She no longer wants the life she’s lived that was cruel enough to give her unloving parents that abuse her, then sell her off like she’s some animal.
The boy pleads to her to snap out of it, to stay strong. However, it is to no avail. It’s not long before the girl passes away in his arms. He cries out her name in grief.”
This dream is followed by a vision. A giant church and a woman standing at the alter wearing a wedding gown. This woman, she looks like… me?
I came to, finding myself in a golden field, my crimson hair flowing in the wind. It was vary nostalgic. In the distance lay a grand castle. Before I even knew what I was doing, I found myself walking towards it. My memories started to return as I made my way towards it.
My name is Sigrifa, the most powerful Valkyrie of the Lord Odin, King of the Gods. I’m well accomplished in the use of Rune Magic and many manners of weapons. I don’t remember too much beyond that, though.
As I arrived at the castle, I was greeted by a young girl in brown clothes. I recognised her: Frei, the sister of Freya. She’d apparently been waiting for me for a long time. I didn’t know what to do as she hugged me. It had been too long since I was last here. She told me that Freya and Lord Odin waited for me inside.
The inside of the castle was even more grand than the outside. The ceiling seemed to in the throne room alone seemed to high up as to be far from sight. Before me were two figures. A grand, elderly man with a crown and royal cape sitting on a throne, and a woman beside him wearing green clothes in a similar fashion to what Frei was wearing. They were Lord Odin and Lady Freya. I kneeled before them, but Freya told me to stand, saying I wasn’t beneath them like the people of Midgard. Something about those words didn’t sit well with me.
Nevetheless, I stood and Lord Odin informed me why I had been summoned. I was shocked to hear the reason. Ragnorok was drawing near. It seemed the already strained peace between the Aesir and the Vanir could no longer be held. All out war was about to break out, and it seemed even Midgard was about to pay the price. For that reason, I was summoned to collect the souls of chosen humans to become Einherjar.
As soon as I donned my armour, I was off to Midgard. Freya had agreed to accompany me for a time, at least as brief as it would be. Once we arrived, she asked me if it reminded me of anything. She then fell silent as I responded with a certain indifference. Did I do something wrong? I know I had been on Midgard before, but nothing particular was coming to mind.
We then ascended to the sky and Freya informed me of special power only I possess. Spiritual Concentration.
I have the ability to hear souls crying out to me on the verge of death, allowing me to effectively find candidates for the Einherjar without having to physically search.
On her behest, I began to listen. I could feel the souls connecting to me, resonating with me. Within it all, a connection is made. I heard the voices calling to me, connecting me to the chosen souls, echoing across time at once.
“Soldiers are hunting monsters in the woods. They cry out in pain. Screaming. Unable to face the creature before them. A man, large and battle-hardened, talks with another softer man. A girl crying out in pure agony unlike she’s ever felt before. The man is consumed by anger.”
The voices pulled me towards Artolia. Freya and I are quick to persue it.
Artolian Soldiers arrived in the woods to hunt monsters, but are having severe trouble. Two men enteedr, a proud knight wielding a halberd and a scarred mercinary brandishing a large two-handed sword. The mercinary, Arngrim, is the soul I sought. He approached the monster, a Harpy, the soldiers were quick to get out of his way. With the man he was with, he took on the monster and defeated it.
He soon arrived home where his brother Roland was waiting.
His brother is an artist. Painting is his specialty. Arngrim doesn’t particularly approve of this, as his art is difficult to sell.
At his latest remark about it, Roland told him that he paints purely because he enjoys it, the retorted how it’s nothing like killing. He further remarked how Arngrim doesn’t understand because he was comfortable with how things are. He responded by saying he became a mercinary for fun as well. As he was leaving, Roland asked about a broken statue that was on the table. Arngrim replied that it was an award given to him by the king for killing the most people.
After they had bothe cooled down, they began to talk. Roland stated how he knows Arngrim partially fought to support him. Roland’s body is weak and frail. His hobby for painting is an escape from the frail confines of his body.
It was clear just by looking at them, that while they disagreed on what they did with their lives, they deeply cared for and respected each other.
Another soul chosen was in this town, however. In Artolia Castle, a princess named Jelanda, was in an outrage. An old man was with her, trying to calm her down. Despite this, she was on a rampage, and this man named Lombart, assured her to leave matters to her. As he left, my mind was drawn into the events in question.
“The soldiers kneel before their king, being congratulated on the victory they had claimed for his kingdom. In particular, he awards the strongest warrior there was amoung the soldiers, Arngrim. He steps forward to recieve his price. The king thinks him no different than a barbarian. Arngrim, likewise, thinks the king is a coward. He’s unable to contain his outburst, openly insulting the king and calling him a joke and a coward. He takes out his sword and uses it to smash the statue. Jelanda is outraged at this, the king equally so. Arngrim leaves and thinks nothing of it.”
She would not stand for this insult. She wanted to pay him back. Humilate him like he humiliated her father. She began to plot.
A day had passed and Jelanda arrives at Arngrim’s home in disguise…. A very poorly concieved disguise, I might add. After fumbling her words for a while, she introduced herself as Angela and wanted to hire Arngrim for a job. They agree to talk about the job at a Yamato-style resturaunt.
Needless to say, her acting was as poor as her disguise. She started by ordering several servings of food and drink. When Arngrim questioned her about it, she said she would only eat what she wanted and leave the rest. It was very clear that she had no idea how common life was.
Then she began complaining about the food.. If there was anything that gave her away more than how she ordered, it was how stuck up she was about how it was prepared. Complaining about the meat being raw in the Sashimi, he smell of the broth of Miso Soup. The crowing achievement, I think was when she accused them of feeding monsters to her when it was just an ordinary octopus dish. Even Arngrim remarked how she was being a spoiled princess… which she was.
She drank her sake in a glass, and complained how it was awful tasting water… Then she passed out. Even taking her age into account, I’d never seen anyone, mortal or no, he passed out after drinking one glass of anything. Though, granted, you’re supposed to drink sake in a Yamato-style cup. She never did get around to talking about the job. Anrgrim was quick to take her home and lay her in his bed.
In her drunken sleep, Jelanda’s hood fell off, and he was shocked to see she was the princess. Personally, I was surprised he didn’t figure it from the moment he saw her. She wasn’t particularly good at hiding it. He probably did suspect she wasn’t who she said she was, but her behaviour was practically giving it away. She even repeated the same curse to the manager that she did to him.
She began to talk in her sleep, which basically told Arngrim what the whole situation was about. He perfectly understood. He’d insulted her father, a man she no doubt loves dearly. In his mind, he did nothing wrong, but he could hardly blame a young girl for wanting to protect the dignity of her father.
She woke up that evening, and was quick to leave, thinking her disguise was still intact. Even that was rather naive of her. She promised to come back the next day about the job. Arngrim played along, but he was determined to apologise to her then. Jelanda, herself, seemed to be seeing Arngrim in a different light.
My vision is momentarily taking to a tavern across from the resturaunt.
A rough looking brigand is sitting at a table when a cloaked woman walks in. She starts talking to him about the job she called him for, aiding another man in delivering some cargo to Villnore. She gives a shady grin when he asks about who he’d be working with and instantly agrees to his demand for higher pay on the job.
The next morning, Jelanda didn’t arrive. He thought she cancelled the supposed job offer. I thought something similar myself. That, maybe, she’d decided to back out of her plan now that she saw Arngrim wasn’t exactly the brute she thought he was. After he walked around town, possibly hoping to find her, he comes home to find the woman from my vision. He was the other man she had hired to deliver the cargo. He wasn’t particularly happy to see the brigand from then as well. The brigand tries to make small talk, but the woman is in a rather suspicious hurry to leave.
Three days passed before the brigand complained about Lombart hiring him for the job. The mention of the name naturally shocked Arngrim. I was rather intrigued. A high-ranking official in the castle hiring a brigand for some package that even the couriers didn’t know the contents raised flags. This point was further proven with the arrival of the Artolian Knights, he had been chasing them from town. They searched the crate and found the princess unconscious within. In a panic, Arngrim and the brigand flee.
The brigand was equally as unaware of the presence of the princess as Arngrim was. He, did, however, drop information that Lombart was a Villnore spy. It wasn’t long before they heard the soldiers screaming, one coming and finding telling them of the monster. I knew the worst when I heard her soul calling out. It hurts! Help me, Arngrim!
They arrived to find a monster, but it was clear it was Jelanda. Lombart had given them a concoction made of Ghoul Powder with instructions to make her drink it if they find her unconscious. Not only was Lombart a spy, he was a necromancer. She was writhing in pure agony as she transformed into the beast and lost her humanity. The thought of it alone made me furious. I wasn’t the only one, as through Arngrim’s soul, I could hear him clearly swearing to kill Lombart, but fear for Jelanda’s fate.
The brigand flees like a coward and Arngrim prepares to fight the monster. With his hesitation, however, I had to step in destroying the whips that had gathered around the monster princess. I was not surprised to learn he knew of the legends, but I made no effort to hold myself back from scolding him for his reckless abandon of his own life.
While it was too late to save the princess, I had to remark how well Arngrim and I fought together. I would dare say it was like a painting in it’s own right. Art in motion. It was clear Arngrim wasn’t simply just a brute. He shared a comradery during the entire fight. We watched each other’s backs and struck with military proficiency. The finishing blow was a rather quick inevitability.
After we slew the monster, Anrgrim leaves to comfront Lombart. As I rescued Jelanda’s soul from the ravaged body of the the monster, I could hear his words of self-loathing. I’m no better than the king.
Jelanda was pleading to me to save Arngrim. She somehow knew why I was there. I had to break the truth to her that saving him wouldn’t mean saving his life. As harsh as it was, Arngrim’s fate was set. I couldn’t stop him from dying, but I could guide him to a greater path.
Back at the castle, Arngrim faces Lombart, ready to draw his blade. However, Arngrim traps him using a magic barrier. He was surprised the mercinary had survived the attack. As he was about to deal a killing blow, I arrived and broke the barrier holding him.
I normally wouldn’t deal with the likes of mortal affairs, but Lombart had committed sins that required divine intervention. I drew my blade and joined Arngrim in fighting him. Despite his magical powers, it was mere child’s play to break past all the spells and cut him down. He will meet the Goddess Hel in Helheim for his crimes.
I faded away as soldiers come arrest Arngrim, but they couldn’t get close to him. He was starting to get cocky. Jelanda interfered just then to correcting his gloating about the Gods not needing Einherjar. He was surprised to see her, even calling her Angela by mistake. Humans are interesting creatures. Bonds can form so fast.
He confused me for a goddess of death, but I corrected him. I am a goddess of fate. I show humans paths and they take it. His actions now were leading to a dead end. I offered him a new path with me. He seriously started considering this as the captain of the knights came in. It wasn’t long before he gave a wry smile, threw down his sword, and then drew a dagger before plunging it into his heart, granting me his soul.
As we left, Jelanda reunited with Arngrim as my Einherjar. She remaked, with a smile, that they would be working together for a while, to which he responded in kind with a similar smile. They seemed happy. Humans truly are interesting.
Freya instructed me to use my Spiritual Concentration again and I found myself pull to the mountain ruins in Artolia. When we arrived, it was easy to figure out why. Even at the entrance, I felt the undead abominations infecting the place. Freya guides us through the ruins, helping me to refamiliarise myself with the basics of combat, as well as how to use my powers to get around the area.
The monsters were mostly basic fodder. Nothing Freya and I couldn’t handle alone. Having Arngrim’s swordsmanship and Jelanda’s suprising knowlege in magic made it even easier. It was mostly moving through the ruins that proved to be a bit of a challenge.
However, we did soon find the monster in charge, a vampire. He rather quickly scoffed at me as I threatened to end his existance. Freya chose to stand by in order to see my strength, but loaned me a sword to see the full extent of my abilities.
The vampire had two lizardmen with him, masters of defence, but it didn’t take us long to break their guards and tear through them. Jelanda’s fire and healing magic proved helpful in the situation, as I embarrassingly got caught in several traps on the way over. In any case, all that was left after was defeating the vampire. Our coordination proved useful for breaking him down.
He left two chests containing artifacts belonging to Lord Odin. I made a point of sending them to him, and then left. At the entrance, Freya told me that she felt Arngrim wasn’t suitable for becoming an Einherjar. While I did see her point, I do somewhat disagree. He wasn’t suited now, but he clearly had potentional. Thus, she left to return to Asgard.
As I left the dungeon, I used my Spiritual Concentration again. This time, I was directed to Lassen.
“A man and a woman are talking. A deep connection. A deep sorrow. Love and loss. The world won’t have them together.”
From one bond to another, it seems. My work has only just become too. Humans truly are interesting creatures.
Sigrifa is now Level 3.
Arngrim is now Level 3.
Jelanda is now Level 3.
Freya is now Level 3.
Freya joined the Party.
Arngrim joined the Party.
Arngrim has left the Party.
Jelanda is now an Einjerjar.
Arngrim is now an Einjerjar.
Freya left the Party.
Sigrifa obtained Sealed Box. Sent to Odin.
Sigrifa obtained Jewelled Blade “Grimrist”. Sent to Odin.