Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141225000533/@comment-5583506-20141227020312

Valkyrie found herself sitting in front of the fireplace at Moorside Inn. She slept poorly. She always had. Yet strangely there was always enough energy and stamina within her to keep fighting as if that was the only thing she was made for.

She held Vokun's mask out in front of here and stared into its eyes. It was a foul thing and reeked of evil deeds. A part of her just wanted to throw it into the fire and be done with it, while another part of her was scared to do so, not knowing what would happen if she did so. The mask was enchanted after all.

Ultimately she decided to put the mask aside while she stared into the flames. Reminiscing memories from years ago...