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>>45664890
A moment passes, and the door opens to reveal your twin.

Though Anna is your sister Valkyrie, you and Emma have been together since birth. Despite being her elder by several minutes, your sister was always been the more…mature-looking. Despite this, she looks the part and little else.

She gives you a happy, albeit confused smile as she peers behind you at Anna.

“Sarah?” She asks, her happiness turning to worry. “What are you doing out this late? It's past curfew."

“We’re on a mission, dear sister,” You grin, hands placed on your hips. “We’re…”

>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”
>”Sneaking to the roof, to watch the New Year fireworks.”

>>45664908
>>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”

>>45664908
>>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”

>>45664908
>>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”
Nazi quest a go.

>>45664908
>>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”
We're in fuking iceland tho, shouldn't they have something a little stronger in storage?

>>45665067
I bet the wine ration is the only thing we have "access" to atm.

>>45664908
>”Pilfering the staff’s wine ration.”

Let us start being Nazi ladies, and stealing the filthy British/French Wine.

>>45665067
We're under the 'care' of Brits, wine and tea is probably all they got around here.

>>45664908

"You can't be serious," Emma murmurs, staring blankly at you.

"You dragged me out of my bed for THAT?" Anna huffs.

"Why should they be the only ones to enjoy themselves?" You ask. "It's not like they're going to use it any better. Come on..."

Though you hear Anna squirming nervously behind you, your sister simply rolls her eyes.

"You remember last year, yes?"

"Vividly. Which is why they won't expect me to try something again."

"I question that logic," Emma snorts, then smiles. "But if you're willing to take the blame, I suppose we can give it a try."

"Perfect!" You grin, turning on your heel to face a less confident Anna. "Don't worry. If anything happens, I'll handle it."

"I know," Anna pouts. "That's what worries me."

Snickering, you wave your gallant troops onward as you begin to creep your way through the hall. Much of the school went unused due to the few people actually residing in it. As such, classrooms and similar areas were often used for storage rather than to cater to those within.

By now you know this school, and a small portion of the city outside, like the back of your hand. Spending most of your life within a few hundred feet has the side-affect.

The staff wing is on the opposite side of the school, and all the other 'guests' are either asleep or old enough to join in the festivities. As far as you know only Erik, at seventeen, was actually allowed to take part.

Lucky bastard.

(Cont.)

>>45665317

You pay it little, mind leading the way up the stairs.

"Why are we going up here?" Emma asks in a hushed tone, more annoyed than worried.

"I overheard Lawrence talking to a friend about a stash he keeps upstairs," You explain. "He apparently 'borrowed' a bottle or two meant for what they had planned tonight."

"The janitor?" Emma asks. "He told me he was a teetotaler.”

You go to make a remark, but as you reach the top of the stairway you hear something ahead. Your words die in your throat and you hold up a hand behind you. Down the hall you hear a faint light approaching.

“Oh, dammit,” You mutter. “We have to hide!”

>Roll a 1d100, the lower the better.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>45665338
REV UP THOSE 100S

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>45665338
>lower the better
>this is the only time in the quest where we get high rolls

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>45665338
GET IT ALL GIB CLAY

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>45665338
I haven't tried for a low roll in a while

(I went to type 'hear someone approaching, and see a faint light ahead' but my brain decided it didn't want to play ball. Thanks, brain.)
>>45665338

You hurry forward, moving to a classroom door and trying it. It opens with little resistance, and you usher the others in as quickly as you can. The voices continue to grow louder, but by then you close the door and crouch, placing your back against the wall. Light shines through the hall windows, displaying a pair of shadows on the opposite wall.

"...truly believe them?"

"I take everything and everyone with a grain of salt, Damien."

"Even me?"

"Especially you. Any word from the Isle?"

"A brief report this morning, meant for the lieutenant. They're advising caution while we endure the New Year..."

The voices begin to fade as quickly as they came, the sound of boots clattering against wood echoing from the stairway before falling silent once more.

As it does, you release the breath you didn't realize you were holding. Looking back at your companions, you give them a mischievous grin as you stand. You offer Emma a hand.

"Shall we?" You ask.

"I guess..." She sighs, accepting the help.

Opening the door, you take a cautious step out and scan your surroundings. All is quiet once more, and with a confident nod you continue on your journey. You pause to remember which classroom you suspected he kept his collection in, stopping every so often to count and scratch your head.

Finally, you stop in front of class 23B and give your sisters a thumbs up.

(Cont.)

>>45665793

"Now comes the hunt," You note, pulling open the door and allowing them through. "Now, if I were an elderly alcoholic, where would I..."

"Lawrence is a good man," Emma snapped. "Don't talk about him like that."

"Sorry," You offer her an apologetic smile, returning your attention to the room itself.

The classroom is filled with aged furniture, classroom supplies, and several large wooden crates. However, a quick inspection reveals one of said crates isn't as tightly sealed as it appears. Giving it a tug, it comes away with little effort. Within, you find your prize.

"Ah-hah!" You proclaim, pulling free the wine bottle.

"Color me surprised," Emma smirks. "I thought you'd led us up here for nothing."

"When have I ever done that?" You ask, then frown. "Don't answer that."

Settling down against the crate, you cross your legs and place the bottle in your lap. Chewing on your lip, you retrieve the pocket knife from your jacket and begin working at the cork.

"Where did you get a weapon?!" Emma hisses. "If the Administrator found out-"

"Which he won't!" You hiss back. "So long as neither of you decide to say anything."

At that the cork comes free with a satisfying pop, the contents within fizzing and bubbling. Giving it a brief whiff, you hum happily to yourself.

>A sip for each, but nothing more.
>A swallow or two won't hurt.
>You're made of stout stuff, test yourself.

>>45665818
>>You're made of stout stuff, test yourself.

>>45665818
>>A swallow or two won't hurt.

>>45665818
>A swallow or two won't hurt.

>>45665818
>test yoself.

>>A swallow or two won't hurt

>>45665818
> A swallow or two won't hurt.

>>45665818
>A swallow or two won't hurt.
Let's not go CRAZY here

>>45665818
>You're made of stout stuff, test yourself.
WITNESS ME

>>45665818
>>A swallow or two won't hurt.

>>45665818

You bring the bottle to your lips and take a testing sip, feeling the wine wash over your tongue. It's sweet, with only a hint of bitterness to it. You don't exactly have anything to compare it to, so you suppose it's good.

You offer it to Emma, who takes the bottle with reservation. However, her curiosity gets the better of her and she tries it. Her face pinches as the taste hits her, but after a moment she offers you a shrug.

"It's not as bad as I feared," She admitted. "Anna?"

She takes it meekly, looking between the two of you before drinking. She quickly stops, sputtering and coughing as she shakes her head.

"Too much?" You ask.

"A little," She admits, dainty wiping her mouth.

"More for us," You shrug, taking another swig of it.

"Let's not be too adventurous," Emma warned.

"Oh, posh," You snort, handing it over to her. "When was the last time I was anything but cautious?"

You sister stares pointedly, but you merely laugh.

"I heard they may let us go into the city soon," Emma spoke up as the bottle went about. "Do you think they'd let us go back to that bakery by the docks?"

"I don't see why not," You shrug. "Who told you?"

"The Administrator's assistant."

"Oh really? How benevolent."

"Sarah..." Emma frowns. "They're not all bad people."

Your only answer is a grunt, taking the wine once more. The others may choose to forget, but you weren't so easily corralled.

You remember the Great War, even if you were but a child. The British took you away from your home, and they took away your mother. For that, you'd never forgive them.

But they didn't need to know that. Today was supposed to be about celebration.

"How about a toast, hmm?" You suggest.

"To what, or who?" Emma asked, curious.

>"To Melina, the First Valkyrie."
>"To a New Year."
>"To home."

>>45666228
>>"To home."

>>45666228
>"To Melina, the First Valkyrie."

FOR WE MUST NOT FORSHAKE OUR BLOOD!

>>45666228
>"To a New Year."
New opportunities!

>>45666228
>write in
"Let's go find some niggers to cuck swedish girly men with!"

>>45666228
>>"To home."

>>45666282
Fuck off /pol/

>>45666228
>>"To home."

>>45666228
>>"To home."

>>45666228
>"To a New Year."

>>45666282
Nah, too boring.

>>45666228
>"To Melina, the First Valkyrie."

>"To home"
Death to the British Oppressors

>>45666228

>"To Melina, the First Valkyrie."
Wasn't it Malena? Or are we drunk already?

>>45666228
>>"To family."

>>45666228
>"To booze."

>>45666335
Clearly someone is drunk, but it's not them.

>>45666228

You raise the bottle high, a lazy smile on your face.

"To home," You say in a soft, wistful tone.

The others share a similar expression. None of you truly remember life in the Empire, as much as you would wish it otherwise. You had simply been too young, born into the world just in time to be taken from it and placed in a new one. You knew you weren't the only one who thought of it, and if you would ever live to see it.

You offer the drink to Emma and she accepts it.

"To home," She says, drinking.

To the surprise of both of you Anna holds out her hand, and after Emma changed hands with it she raises it above her head.

"To home," She nods, joining the two of you. This time she handles it better, though her face scrunches up in an adorable fashion.

The mood is abruptly shattered as a heavy fist bangs on the door, a light shining in through the window, blinding you.

"Who is in there?" A gruff voice asks. "Raise your hands above your heads! Police!"

Color fading from all your faces, the three of you comply as the door swings open. A single figure waltzes through, and they turn their flashlight up towards them, illuminating their face and the grin splayed on it.

"Matias!" You whined. "You scared us half to death!"

"As I have a right to," the older man chuckled. "You think anyone else would be so kind, catching you out this late? And with that in your lap?"

Matias was the saving grace of many in the school. A major member of the school staff and a true Swede, he was the only real piece of home you had. Though his scowl was obvious, there was no real heat behind it as he approaches the three of you. He snatches the bottle from your lap and you bite your tongue as he inspects it.

"Might I ask what it is you three think you're doing?" He asks, looking from the bottle to you.

>"We were looking for Odin's Eye. Have you seen it?"
>"Oh, you know...nothing..."
>"It was all Emma's idea."
>Other?

>>45666602
>"Oh, you know...nothing..."

>>45666602
>Other
"Drinking."

>>45666602
>>"Oh, you know...nothing..."

>>45666602
>>Other?
Toasting... To home.
(grab bottle out of hand nad chug)

>>45666602
>>"Oh, you know...nothing..."

>>45666602
>Oh you know.... nothing.

>>45666602
>"We were looking for Odin's Eye. Have you seen it?"

>>45666602
>>"It was all Emma's idea."

>>45666602
>"Oh, you know...nothing..."

>>45666602
>Other
>"Drinking."

>>45666602
>>"Oh, you know...nothing..."

>Other
"Oh you know, toasting to home."

>>45666602

"Oh, you know...nothing," You mutter, twiddling your thumbs as you stared at the ground.

"My ass," Matias snorted. "Administrator Carlson would have my head if he found out you three had this."

Though you gave a shout of protest, the lieutenant tipped back the wine bottle and, with several gulps, finished the remainder of the bottle. Licking his lips, he looked back at the three of you and smiled.

"Much easier to explain I was drinking on the job," He explains, muttering the rest. "Wouldn't be the first time..."

"So you're not going to tell on us?" Emma asks.

"Not this time," He shakes his head. "But I'd best hear about anymore shenanigans again. Understood?"

All three of you nod, equally pouting.

"Don't give me that," He growled. "It worked before, but not no longer."

Outside, the fireworks began to be set off as the New Year seemed to finally arrive. Ignoring it, Matias crouched down to be eye-level with the three of you. As he did, his expression softened.

"Give him a reason to, and Carlson will give you leash outside these walls," He said. "Try working with us once and again. Okay?"

"I know," You sigh. "I just-"

You pause as Matias' entire posture seems to change. He shoots to his feet in an instance, head cocked to the side with his eyes closed. You waited, confused, and then you hear the fireworks again.

There was something else.

A serious of rapid, precise cracks amidst the chaotic volley.

"Girls, get up," Matias says, a pistol seemingly appearing from nowhere.

"What's going on?" You ask.

"I'll explain later," He says. "Right now, all you need to know is that bad men are coming, and we need to get you three away from here."

(Cont.)

>>45667038

Turning to the door, the gunfire continued in sporadic bursts. The same slow, loud cracks occasionally accompanied by a rhythmic thump. Matias entered the hall first, pistol raised, and signaled the three of you behind him as he started towards the stairway.

Below, someone shouted in alarm before a rifle, very close, fired and silenced them. Matias swore, stepping back from the staircase.

"There's a fire-escape nearby," You say. "This way!"

"Sarah, wait!" Matias calls, but you ignore him, taking off down the hall.

Your heart begins to beat faster as the sounds of fighting begin to grow beneath you on the ground floor. Men are shouting amidst the gunfire, but you can't make out what they're saying.

Glancing behind you, you see the others trying to catch up with you as you turn the final corner to-

You hit a wall, or at least something akin to it.

>Roll 1d100.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>45667062
Time for shit rolls

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>45667062
Hmmm, well.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>45667062
CRITC FAIL FOR GOD PLZ

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>45667062

>>45667089
I say we're safe

Rolled 34 (1d100)

Oh nooooo.
>Our brothers are coming

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>45667062

>>45667076
>>45667089
>>45667091
>>45667107
>inb4 its roll under

>>45667149
The dice hate everyone whether its roll over or under. Roll over and we roll low. Roll under and we roll high.

> Worry not children, it's Reich time now.

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Ah yes, the Great War where at last the trepidations of the savage grew too unbearable and we had to invade Sweden in order to liberate the last of Odin's daughters from the Somali Invaders.

I remember it well.

Almost lost my leg in the fighting, but after a cup of tea I was right as rain.

>>45667203
>You have to roll under for Reich time now.

>>45667212
Just wait England, We the Irish front will rise up and free the Daughters of Odin and then Scotland! Your days of terror are over!

>>45667127
It's roll under though.

>>45667212
>>45667239
Straya here. We've got planes, we've got spiders, and we've got boxes. You do the math.

>>45667062

You hit something but it doesn't budge, you do. You stumble backwards, a surprise yelp escaping you as you try and regain your balance. In the outer hall, the city lights shining out the window beyond, the figure before you stood illuminated.

He stands covered in black, a gas mask hiding his face and causing his breathing to sound mechanical, labored. There is a rifle in his hands, but upon looking down at you, he pauses from raising it.

The black, rimmed glasses of the mask stare at you. Through you.

The rifle lowers, one of the figures hands leaving it and reaching out towards you. You blood runs cold and your lungs seize as his open hand extends toward you, hovering inches from your face.

"P-Please..." You whimper.

"Hush, child," They soothe. "It will all be over soon."

The mechanical, rhythmic breathing continues as your lungs scream for air, and the room begins to spin.

You stand in the midst of a wasteland, dead from both sides littering the field. The woman sprawled on the ground tries vainly to stand, her snowy hair stained crimson, her armor in tatters. She tries to use the sword in her hand to support herself, but it lies shattered. She looks up at you, pleading.

The world shatters like glass as a gunshot rings out, and something wet sprays against your face. You're back in the hall, the figure collapsed backwards before you.

At once, your legs fold beneath you.

"Sarah!" Someone shouts, but they sound a world away.

You feel someone lift you up. Matias? You smell leather and booze. Definitely Matias.

"Sarah?" He asks. "Sarah, girl, are you alright? Do you hear me?"

>"I saw her. I saw our mother..."
>"N-Never...better..."
>"Who...was that?"

>>45667364
>"N-Never...better..."

>>45667364
>"Who...was that?"

>>45667328
Go away aussies, You're spiders are fucking monsters and I'm the only shit poster allowed here.

>>45667364
>I saw her... I saw mom.

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>>45667328
Australia! Glad to see you, old chap.

Ireland's getting all uppity again. I don't suppose you'd consider popping over to give old Pat what-for?

>>45667364
>"I saw her. I saw our mother..."

>"Who...was that?"

>>45667414
Maybe you could send some of the Irish over to Canada. Got plenty of room for them Irish to work our fields. Hell, we even have a Island for them called Prince Edward.

>>45667364
>"N-Never...better..."

>>45667364
>"I saw her. I saw our mother..."

>>45667364
>>"I saw her. I saw our mother..."

>>45667364
>>"N-Never...better..."

>>45667364
>"Who...was that?"

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>>45667364
>"Who...was that?"

The second age of Ragnarok approaches! Are you a bad enough Valkyrie to stop REVEL IN it?

>>45667364

"I saw her," You rasp. "I saw our mother..."

"W-What's she saying?" Emma asks.

"We can find out later." Matias says, and you grunt as you're thrown over his shoulder. "We need to go, now!"

The world continues to come and go as your vision shifts and changes. Your stomach flips and you feel nausea, but you try to ignore it. Finally, the world begins to rebuild itself as you realize you've made it out of the school. It's now behind you, a portion of it ablaze with smoke pluming from other parts.

"I'm alright," You groan. "Put me down!"

"Almost," Matias says. "Just hold on a little longer."

You're carried out the front gate, finding the street deserted at this time of the night. Above, fireworks continue to scream upwards into the sky as the townsfolk celebrate. As far as you can tell, fighting is still raging within the school.

You reach the end of the street and Matias finally relents, setting you back on your feet. Your stomach lurches, but you keep yourself upright with effort. You wipe away at your face and your hand comes away bloody.

"It's alright," Matias assures you, seeing your reaction. "It's not yours."

"Who was that?!" Emma asks. "They're killing everyone!"

"Men of the Order," Matias says, constantly looking from one end of the street to another. "Bad men. Men we need to get you as far away from as possible."

A car comes screeching down the road, flying towards you at near breakneck speed. However, with remarkable precision, the driver swings the vehicle to a stop at the curbside beside you. Said driver looks familiar, but you can't place him.

(Cont.)

>>45667833

"In, get in, damn you!" He growls.

Matias throws open the back door and the other two climb in. You, however, pause as Matias and the man speak.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "They'll need you-"

"You know I can't, Arko. Not even if I wanted to," Matias frowns. "If I'm not fond among the bodies, their suspicion could-"

Matias turns to shut the back door but finds you standing in its path.

"You're coming with us, right?" You ask.

His expression tells you everything, and you feel your heart break.

"There are others that I might be able to save-" He begins.

"You saved us!" You shout, fists clenched. "Isn't that enough?"

"Matias, we need to go," The driver, Arko, mutters.

"You'll be alright, Sarah," Matias smiles, resting a gentle hand on your cheek. "I know you won't accept anything less. For you, or your sisters."

You hate yourself, but the tears come and refuse to stop.

>"Please don't leave me..."
>Hug him.
>"I won't forgive you for this!"

>>45667884
>Hug him.
>"I won't forgive you for this!"

>>45667884
>>"Please don't leave me..."

>>45667884
> "I won't forgive you for this!"
> Except cry
> Cry a lot
> Hug him
> "Please don't leave me..."

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>>45667442
Not a bad idea, Canada old friend.

Perhaps once they've been brought to heel smartly you'll see some visitors!

>>45667884
>"You're a true son of Britannia, Matthew. Do her proud!"

>>45667884
>Hug him
>please don't leave me senpai

> "I won't forgive you for this!"
> Except cry
> Cry a lot
> Hug him
> "Please don't leave me

>>45667884
>>"Please don't leave me..."

>>45667884
>>Hug him.

>>45667884

"I won't forgive you for this!" You say, but your fire is gone.

The ache in your chest only grows deeper when he frowns.

"I know," He whispers, swallowing hard. "Just know that you'll always be my Little Valkyrie."

It isn't fair.

Why?

Why does this have to happen?"

You can't contain it any longer. You grab onto him, bury your face into his chest, and cry. Sobs wrack your body, voice muffled against his chest. Mattias stands wordlessly, holding you tightly to him. You never want it to end.

All too quickly, he gently but firmly pushes you away.

"May the Allfather greet you warmly, Matias," Arko says.

"We'll wait for you together, brother," Matias chuckles, voice hoarse with emotion. "Off you go, Sarah."

You climb into the car, slamming the door behind you. You watch helplessly as Matias sprints away, back towards the school. The car lurches forward at once, speeding down the street.

Annabelle holds no qualms with her tears, and cries openly as she and Emma hold onto each other. Your words lost to you, the only thing the three of you can do is hold onto one another and cry.

(Cont.)

>>45668394

You pay little attention to the world around you. You simply don't care. Eventually the car begins to slow, and you find yourself in the port amidst a number of warehouses. Rain has begun to trickle down, steadily growing in intensity as you roll past various buildings.

Coming upon a warehouse with a pair of men guarding an open door, Arko pulls inside of it. The men guarding the door come inside and pull it shut as Arko kills the engine.

Thunder rumbles in the distance as the door opens. You turn to find Arko holding the door open for you, his hat held to his chest, his expression one of sympathy.

"Come on, lass," He urges softly. "Time's not on our side."

Within the warehouse are half a dozen men, all dressed in typical clothing of those living within the city. However, when they see the three of you, they immediately straighten their posture, cease whatever they were doing, and give a nod of respect/

"Who are you people?" You ask, sniffling.

"We're friends of Matias," One of them answers. "We're meant to get you off the island, to safer waters."

"Where is that?" Emma asks, a spark of hope forming. "Sweden?"

"I'm afraid not," Arko answers. "It's possible, I promise, but not right now. Right now, we need to get out to see, where you can meet the Major."

With that, the other men begin to gather whatever meager belongings are in the warehouse as the storm outside intensifies. The three of you sit on a pair of large crates, with Arko standing guard nearby. He occasionally glances at the three of you, but says nothing.

>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others.
>Ask Arko something? (What?)

>>45668420
>>>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others.

>>45668420
>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others.

Einherjar Matias when?

>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others

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>>45668420
>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others.

>>45668483
All too soon, I fear. Poor lad.

>>45668420
>Let them do what they need and mcomfort others.

>>45668420
>>Ask Arko something? (What?)
Who were the men who attacked? Just what is their goal?

>>45668420
>>45668602
Yeah, let's ask.

>>45668420
>>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others.

>>45668420
>>Let them do what they need, try and comfort the others

>>45668420
I agree with this guy here >>45668602

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>>45668420

You sit wordlessly as the men continue to work, holding onto Emma and Anna. You have to be strong for the both of them; now more than ever. However, there is little you can say to help them. Instead, you simply hold onto them as they hold onto you, offering what comfort you can.

You look over at Arko, your voice slowly returning.

"Why?" You ask. "Why would someone do this?"

"They're afraid," Arko explains. "Afraid of what you three could become, given the chance."

"Who are 'they'?" Emma asks, dabbing her eyes with her jacket.

"Men of the Order," Arko scowls. "Men first assigned to hunt down and kill Valkyries during the Great War. Now they're trying to hunt you to extinction."

"Has it worked?" You asked. "Are we all that's left?"

Arko hesitates.

"I don't know," He admits. "Publicly, Iceland held the last of the Valkyrie and their descendants. There may be holdouts, enclaves elsewhere, but they're well hidden. They won't surface until they believe they'll survive."

Your only reply is to nod, returning to silence as you listen to the storm outside. A short time later the three of you are smuggled onto a cargo ship rocking in the bay. As soon as you arrive the ship begins to make preparations to leave. As it does, you're taken below deck and out of the rain.

Stepping into the main cargo hold, your breath catches in your throat.

A hundred men and women are scattered about the hold, all of them openly armed. The flags of the Swedish and German Empires don the walls, as ragged as most may be. Maps of Scandinavia, the British Isle, and mainland Europe cover a number of table as soldiers look them over.

Arko brings a hand to his mouth and releases a long, sharp whistle as you descend the steps. The room turns its attention to you, and at once the entire ship falls silent. The three of you stand huddle before the gathering crowd, excited voices filling the air.

You place an arm over Emma and Anna, placing yourself in front of them both.

(Cont.)

>>45669171

A hush begins to fall over the crowd once more as it parts to reveal an aged man, donned with the old uniform of the German Empire. Despite the scars covering his face, his smile is bright, his remaining eye warm. He walks forward with the help of a cane, though when he sets his eyes upon you he straightens himself, makes the remaining few steps upright.

"You must be Sarah," He said, nodding. "I am Major Striener. I know you are afraid, and I know you are confused, but you have my word you are safe now. These are my men, and my men are yours."

At that the Major, with cautious effort, brought himself down to a knee. At once, the rest of the room did so, until soon only the three of you stood. The crowd looked on at you with wonder and awe, something you never thought possible.

"I understand your grief," He frowned. "Matias was a better man than most, and he will be missed. But he gladly gave his life to save yours. He knew, like myself, that you were our best, our only hope, for setting right all that is wrong."

"What is it you want?" You ask.

"Many things, but I will begin with what you no doubt wish for," He explained, expression turning serious. "Vengeance. Against those that have wronged you, your loved ones, and your nation. Will you stand with us in restoring our empires, Valkyrie?"

A mixture of pain and joy threatens to bring you to your knees once more. These are your people, a part of your home, and they have risked everything for you.

Your answer is clear.

>"For Matias."
>"This Valkyrie is yours, Major."
>"I'm going to make them pay. All of them."

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>"For Matias."

>>45669189
>"For Matias."

>>45669189
>>"This Valkyrie is yours, Major."

>>45669189
>I will make them all pay, I'm at your service Major.

>>45669189
>"For Matias."

>"For Matias."

>>45669189
>>"This Valkyrie is yours, Major."

>>45669189
>For Matias

>>45669189
>>"This Valkyrie is yours, Major."

>>45669189
>"For Matias."

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"For Matias," You say, a new resolve steeling your nerves.

The Major smiles and nods, understanding. He stands, and with him the others. Reaching back, you take Emma and Anna by the hand, offering them both a teary but happy smile. They return it, and as you turn back the crowd closes on you, hoisting all of you up onto their shoulders as they begin to chant. The sound echoes through the ship, for a time drowning out the storm and your sorrows.

"Valkyrie! Valkyrie! Valkyrie!"

For ten year you were a professional prisoner of Her Majesty, locked away from the world for a war you had no part in. This time, things will be different. This time, you will succeed where others failed.

You are Sarah Karlsen.

The year is 1928.

And you are a Valkyrie.

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As much fun as I'm having, I believe I'm going to hit pause here. I may run tomorrow, if people are wanting.

So, how'd I do? Any questions for me or the quest in general? I knew barfing exposition on people would kill off my quest pretty quick, so the world will slowly reveal itself as time goes on. However, I'm happy to take questions and criticism in equal stride, the latter especially so cause I'm an egotistical faggot.

tl;dr Valkyrie Quest 2?

Oh, and my Twitter before I forget:
https://twitter.com/Sir_Argyle_Esq

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>>45669562
Seems pretty good so far. Thanks for running.

>>45669562
I really enjoyed it, so yes please Valkyrie quest 2.
But if you do want criticism, I'll be an absolute douche and say "Karlsen is the danish/norweigan spelling. Karlsson would be the Swedish version" but I do believe that to be the utmost nitpicking.

Looking forwards to next time!

>>45669672
I will admit that, while i love Norse history/mythology and Interwar/WWII eras, I don't know everything, nor do I claim to.

So if I end up saying something that's not at all accurate we can just call it me being a shitty QM/Researcher alternative history.

>>45669562
Great read man, I can't wait to see more

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>I knew barfing exposition on people would kill off my quest pretty quick
I wouldn't be so sure of that, chum. /tg/ loves its lore, what!

Tally ho!

>>45669562
Meh it's pretty ok but I guess that's expected of a first thread.

So many fucking names its amazing.

>>45669725
Molests softly.

>>45669562
>Criticism
You did strike a peeve of mine with the whole ebil unnamed Order. It's uninspired and trite. Although I guess since it's only the first thread, you have a whole lot of opportunity to turn it away from being one-dimensional.

>I knew barfing exposition on people would kill off my quest pretty quick
I do really appreciate that you're going to hold off on the exposition, as I absolutely love it when someone decides to use a "show, don't tell" sort of narrative.

>Question
Are you using a roll under or roll over system? What time tomorrow?

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Not sure how others might view it, but I'm actually planning on them being a mixture between the Teutonic and Livonian Order. It's at least a mild palette swap from the Templars that tend to get stuck with the role, plus they actually have a real beef with Pagans.

I'm currently using a roll-under system, ala Dark Heresy, with 1 being crit win and 100 being ohdearEmperorhalp. I may try and shoot for a slightly earlier time, since it works better for me. Do Saturday threads have any more or less traffic than Friday threads?

>>45670310
I've never noticed a difference between Fri and Sat. It's more the time of day that usually affects how many people you get.

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>>45669672
People do move across borders, so that doesn't seem like an issue. What IS confusing to me is how the war is tied to the girls at all, when all of Scandinavia was neutral and generally wasn't directly affected by the war.

>>45670310
In my experience, any day of the weekend is a good time to catch people. Weekdays can be too, if that is your quest's target audience.

>>45670840
Weekends are usually the best for quests.

I wish I saw this earlier. I would have totally gone for >"I'm going to make them pay. All of them." in the hopes of making our little Valkyrie into the next Big Boss.

Otherwise, good job OP!