Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-5583506-20150213175630

(GTG)

Valkyrie felt something deep inside of her, fueling her anger. She just wanted to raise Frostbite and let heads roll. She wanted to paint the bowel of the ship in red.

''Is... is this really my own thoughts? ''she reflected.

"Don't speak to me as if you know me, asssassin", she spat. "I haven't given up hope about finding Anna. But if I so much as find out that you had a doing in it, then so help me Warworn the White, I will rend your very spine from your fetid corpse and let the ravens feast on your innards. Got it?"

She took up the mask and stuck deep inside her belt before she pointed towards the exit with the sword. As unstable in mood as she was now, there could be no arguments.

"Now... move", she growled lowly as she grinded her teeth.

She felt alot more enraged than usual, but perhaps that was just Torsdolk's bad influences on her temper that had made themselves known again?