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xp_logsPaige and Kane reach the last obstacle; the bridge of Gjallerbru.
The Helway wound up a long cliff, climbing further and further up. The sides of the path began to fall away down steep slopes and by the time they reached the apex, there was nothing but sheer black rock down either side. There, made of bone and tattered strips of leather that suspiciously suggested something more exotic than cowhide, stretched the great bridge of Gjallerbru. It was the gateway into the final destination of Hel itself. There, the dead would face Hela and their final afterlife. The Queen of the Dead kept her affairs private, but many suggested that torment and ecstasy were intertwined and indeed, interchangeable at the threshold.
An immensely tall figure shrouded in robes stood before the bridge, watching them from the depths of its dark hood. Easily nine feet and impossibly slim, it looked like a stretched out Ferryman or Reaper from myth. Around its waist was an ancient but still fine sword, hanging from a fine belt tooled in gold and ivory. Valkyrie stepped forward, drawing a previously unused sword.
"Wait, you're not seriously going out to fight McDeath there? A feint to the right and both of you end up at the bottom of Mount Plot Device here."
Paige gave him a lopsided smile, using the moment to adjust the shield on her arm. “There is no one else, Moosejaw. What matters is that you get through,” she said, before blocking the two of them from view with her body and ducking down to gently kiss his cheek. “Besides. Even if you didn’t look like shit, come on.”
Her grin was sharp as she straightened, looking over her shoulder and back again. “You can’t compete with a Valkyrie,” Paige said.
And charged.
~Mad Hlokk cursed. "Always a story with Gondul."
"When I was a little girl, back in my torb, there was a hermit who was a cannibal once." Gondul said. "It isn't a nice story. He ate a woman's leg. My father and the other men of the village went to his cave with all their weapons and cut him up and fed him to the sea."
"Are there not tales of cannibals who turn into monsters?" The whispered voice of Torunn pipped up.
"My uncle's mother in law came from ... oh, I forget where exactly but her great grandma fought an ogre. Took the head, too. My uncle's mother in law inherited it. Never would let us look in the box and see it, though," Brun said.
"You should have fed him to himself," Kara of the Twilight murmured dreamily.
"This place could use a good feast. These people are too skinny. I remember when women were plump with round bottoms." Mad Hlokk chuckled to herself. "Nothing was more satisfying than humping and watching her thighs jiggle."
"What were you using for that, a sea cow's horn? You can't hump a woman without a horn, Hlokk." Gondul asked. "Oh. OH that's why you want to see the boy piss, you want to borrow his horn! You should have just asked him nicely, they like that, when you ask to see it but you ask nice."
"I don't know, we should leave something up to the imagination." Torunn giggled softly.
That didn't sit well with Mad Hlokk. She proceeded to tell them in great detail the many adventures she'd had with her sea horn, refusing to allow anyone else to talk until she sighed sadly. "I miss home."~
“Yeah, because this isn’t the most insane thing to experience.” Kane shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. “And would you bitches shut the fuck up!” He yelled, seemingly to no one in particular.
Modgud drew his blade, spreading his arms to receive her charge. It had been cycles since he’d tasted more than mortals and this Valkyrie was a tasty opponent. He checked her sword thrust, running his blade down the edge of hers until they were locked at the hilt. Even this close, there was nothing revealed in the depths of his hood. He staggered back a few steps as she slammed her shield into his chest, but kept his feet.
There was little room to move, nothing to use the bounce back to slip around as she would have normally done, but Paige hadn't gone into this expecting to win, not in the traditional sense. Paige, Valkyrie, had become a great warrior in her time, that same drive that had propelled her in the X-Men now in the armies of the Valkyrie, and the sense of the greater good hadn't changed.
She grinned sharply, raising her sword above her head in, parallel to the limited ground, and held.
Modgud swung his sword in a wide flourish, effortlessly slashing the air between them in implicit threat. He thrust forward, aiming for the point of her shoulder, at the armpit where the armor was thinnest.
Valkyrie watched the sweep impassively, tracking his steps, and raised her shield confidently against his attack, knocking it to her outside. Her sword dropped from it's high position, a heavy stabbing slice at where would be breastbone.
Modgud snapped back like a snake, the blade slashing through his robes but failing to penetrate. He struck out, ringing blows against her shield that forced her back. Kane didn't have any contributions. He didn't have a sword and the Disir were snapping his strength and speed. But... he reached back to his uniform and unclipped the flash bang he kept there. If Paige could get him off-balance...
Valkyrie paused for a moment and dropped her sword arm. She could see Kane moving and encouraged Modgud to attack her flank. he complied, striking forward with his sword. As he did, Garrison lobbed the flashback into the centre of his hood like a fastball. The creature pulled back for a second before the intense light and sound of the flashback hit. An unearthly scream echoed through the chasm as his clutched his head.
Valkyrie pushed forward, smashing her shield into the staggering figure and knocking him over the edge. The robed figure fell, robes streaming out behind him as he disappeared from view. The way across the bridge was now open.
The Helway wound up a long cliff, climbing further and further up. The sides of the path began to fall away down steep slopes and by the time they reached the apex, there was nothing but sheer black rock down either side. There, made of bone and tattered strips of leather that suspiciously suggested something more exotic than cowhide, stretched the great bridge of Gjallerbru. It was the gateway into the final destination of Hel itself. There, the dead would face Hela and their final afterlife. The Queen of the Dead kept her affairs private, but many suggested that torment and ecstasy were intertwined and indeed, interchangeable at the threshold.
An immensely tall figure shrouded in robes stood before the bridge, watching them from the depths of its dark hood. Easily nine feet and impossibly slim, it looked like a stretched out Ferryman or Reaper from myth. Around its waist was an ancient but still fine sword, hanging from a fine belt tooled in gold and ivory. Valkyrie stepped forward, drawing a previously unused sword.
"Wait, you're not seriously going out to fight McDeath there? A feint to the right and both of you end up at the bottom of Mount Plot Device here."
Paige gave him a lopsided smile, using the moment to adjust the shield on her arm. “There is no one else, Moosejaw. What matters is that you get through,” she said, before blocking the two of them from view with her body and ducking down to gently kiss his cheek. “Besides. Even if you didn’t look like shit, come on.”
Her grin was sharp as she straightened, looking over her shoulder and back again. “You can’t compete with a Valkyrie,” Paige said.
And charged.
~Mad Hlokk cursed. "Always a story with Gondul."
"When I was a little girl, back in my torb, there was a hermit who was a cannibal once." Gondul said. "It isn't a nice story. He ate a woman's leg. My father and the other men of the village went to his cave with all their weapons and cut him up and fed him to the sea."
"Are there not tales of cannibals who turn into monsters?" The whispered voice of Torunn pipped up.
"My uncle's mother in law came from ... oh, I forget where exactly but her great grandma fought an ogre. Took the head, too. My uncle's mother in law inherited it. Never would let us look in the box and see it, though," Brun said.
"You should have fed him to himself," Kara of the Twilight murmured dreamily.
"This place could use a good feast. These people are too skinny. I remember when women were plump with round bottoms." Mad Hlokk chuckled to herself. "Nothing was more satisfying than humping and watching her thighs jiggle."
"What were you using for that, a sea cow's horn? You can't hump a woman without a horn, Hlokk." Gondul asked. "Oh. OH that's why you want to see the boy piss, you want to borrow his horn! You should have just asked him nicely, they like that, when you ask to see it but you ask nice."
"I don't know, we should leave something up to the imagination." Torunn giggled softly.
That didn't sit well with Mad Hlokk. She proceeded to tell them in great detail the many adventures she'd had with her sea horn, refusing to allow anyone else to talk until she sighed sadly. "I miss home."~
“Yeah, because this isn’t the most insane thing to experience.” Kane shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. “And would you bitches shut the fuck up!” He yelled, seemingly to no one in particular.
Modgud drew his blade, spreading his arms to receive her charge. It had been cycles since he’d tasted more than mortals and this Valkyrie was a tasty opponent. He checked her sword thrust, running his blade down the edge of hers until they were locked at the hilt. Even this close, there was nothing revealed in the depths of his hood. He staggered back a few steps as she slammed her shield into his chest, but kept his feet.
There was little room to move, nothing to use the bounce back to slip around as she would have normally done, but Paige hadn't gone into this expecting to win, not in the traditional sense. Paige, Valkyrie, had become a great warrior in her time, that same drive that had propelled her in the X-Men now in the armies of the Valkyrie, and the sense of the greater good hadn't changed.
She grinned sharply, raising her sword above her head in, parallel to the limited ground, and held.
Modgud swung his sword in a wide flourish, effortlessly slashing the air between them in implicit threat. He thrust forward, aiming for the point of her shoulder, at the armpit where the armor was thinnest.
Valkyrie watched the sweep impassively, tracking his steps, and raised her shield confidently against his attack, knocking it to her outside. Her sword dropped from it's high position, a heavy stabbing slice at where would be breastbone.
Modgud snapped back like a snake, the blade slashing through his robes but failing to penetrate. He struck out, ringing blows against her shield that forced her back. Kane didn't have any contributions. He didn't have a sword and the Disir were snapping his strength and speed. But... he reached back to his uniform and unclipped the flash bang he kept there. If Paige could get him off-balance...
Valkyrie paused for a moment and dropped her sword arm. She could see Kane moving and encouraged Modgud to attack her flank. he complied, striking forward with his sword. As he did, Garrison lobbed the flashback into the centre of his hood like a fastball. The creature pulled back for a second before the intense light and sound of the flashback hit. An unearthly scream echoed through the chasm as his clutched his head.
Valkyrie pushed forward, smashing her shield into the staggering figure and knocking him over the edge. The robed figure fell, robes streaming out behind him as he disappeared from view. The way across the bridge was now open.
