Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-5583506-20150227111849

As soon as Valkyrie was rid off the mask, she felt much better. It was as if all anger cooped up in her had seeped out.

"Good fucking riddance", she growled to herself as she examined the walls of the crypt, looking for a way out.

Jack had been wrong about her walking away from the fight. If she could prove to all the other clans that Lilja and Hemming was still alive, they would rally up behind the Ghost-Wolves once more, creating a force more lethal than any other army that had ever walked Skyrim since the days of Ysgramor. But if Jack was willing to wallow about in his own ignorant thoughts about her, she wasn't going to stop him. There was no purpose in trying to overcome the opinions of fools, she thought.

She glared at the mask he had thrown at her. Just looking at it made her want to throw it back at him. No, even worse. Looking at it made her... want to draw her greatsword and sever his head in one deadly blow. What frightened her the most was that she couldn't be sure whether or not these thoughts indeed belonged to her.

"An army is just what I am about to gather, Masked-Eye", she muttered to herself. "But if you think that you are man enough to win this battle on your own with your scum of a brother, then by all fucking means do so. You stick together and we Ghost-Wolves will stick together..."

She was for one moment prepared to head back and tell him the way it was. That she did this not only for her own sake, but for the sake of alliances, but her anger was still fresh and out of spite for all the harsh words dealt between them she didn't.

Instead she continued her search for a way out...