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Dios paced the room for several minutes before growing bored and beginning to snoop through the drawers. In one he found a religious looking book, in another he found a partially eaten apple (rotting, of course), and in a third he found a stationary set covering a small box of sheepskin condoms.

"Odd collection of things," he said to himself.

He paced for a few more minutes before finally deciding to go back to the front of the bar and order a drink to pass the time. He exited the room and walked back down the hallway towards the front, intent on not wasting the evening away from his paperwork waiting for his compatriots to show up. They were all already a half hour late.

He entered the front of the tavern and walked up to the bar to ask for a drink.

"'scuse me, but what do you have back there that...bites?"

Temple of Latera, Katrynn.

Katrynn's Valkyrie Captain stood in the chamber. A Usara Sage was there... she was guessing he was one of their strongest and wisest, along with his own Einherjar escort.

"Captain. It is time." The Sage said. Siriyana nodded as the portal was opened with arcane words. "We don't know where this goes. You're one of our best. Good luck."

Siriyana stepped through the portal, and experienced such excrutiating pain, that even she, with her pain tolerance couldn't take it. And she found losing an arm to be a minor inconvenience in a training accident.


Rodasia, above the inn
When she came around, the wind was tearing at her wings and armor. When she opened her eyes. She found herself about thirty feet from a rooftop. Her enhanced reflexes kicked in, she immediately spun herself, up righted and snapped her wings open to catch the air.

They caught the air. Too much, actually, and proceeded to snap, the bones could not simply support the strain. A panicky mistake, she noted. Just like a child learning how to stop.

A Roof? was the thought she had when she proceeded to smash through it and plummet through the floor and into the basement, miraculously missing everyone, and except for a chair, all the furniture too.


Yeah. A roof. Thanks a lot guys. she grumbled to herself as she felt most of her bones broken. Oh, they hurt like a massive sumbitch alright... but she could also feel them knitting and setting themselves immediately. She forced her body to obey her command of tending to the wings last, and she stood up shakily.

Then she remembered the pain from the portal, and promptly threw up. Holding onto a wine cask, she moaned lightly before looking around.

Spotting the stairs, she blinked at how they were the same scale as she was.

Wait. Civilization. Civilization. Well now. That made things interesting.

Hobbling to the stair case, she was forced to use the casks as a crutch.

(Post 1 (after this)

Siriyana blinked. Then the smell of alcohol reached her. She lowered and sheathed her sword assuming there was no threat. She did not, however, leave her guard down. There were still unknowns upstairs, one of them well armed.

Okay, well-armed was an overstatement.

Pretty damn wasted. Aventhel thought while her body 'told' her that the majority of the damage she sustained was already healed, and that the wings were beginning to mend themselves in front of the drunken woman.

The wings themselves were pretty badly stripped, the feathers torn away, and punctured in multiple places. They began to fix themselves many times faster then ordinary. Ive, if she were able to pay attention, would watch how seemingly absurd they seemed to regrow.

Such was the power of a Shield Valkyrie.

(Post 3(after this)