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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:33 am
 RP FLAT SALE PRICE IS 25K
o You may only submit one entry. No mules.
o There isn't a length limit, but novels make the judges cringe. Be somewhat succinct.
o You may not receive help from someone, this is a solo effort!
o You can win this AND a normal FS pet. There are no restrictions on winning the RP FS.
Prompt In battle, there is hardly time to think, much less time to change your mind once you have decided. And in the midst of this fight, it has come down to one choice: slightly to the right of you, your sister is preparing to die at the hands of your enemy; to the left of you, your significant other is surrounded and likely won't make it through the fight. A valkyrie's death in battle is honourable, and at least your sister will never be dishonoured by marriage. However, can you really come to terms with her death, especially when you could have prevented it? The one you love is also at stake, though there's no guarantee they won't make it out of the ambush alive. A valkyrie has no time to deliberate; who will you save, and how? What can you possibly do in such a situation?
Your challenge is to react to the prompt.
Entries are to be posted here, in this thread. These are solo entries and do not require an entire thread for themselves.
Good luck!
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:35 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:17 am
The battle rages -- adrenaline hot like fire courses, blazes like an inferno to conquer the cold ice of dread -- on and forward, ever closer to an end. The shouts of spells, the clang of clashing weapons, pass as a low hum in the background. All of her attention is focused in front of her as her spear knocks her latest -- now former -- opponent to the ground. The stain of red is the only sign that he is already dead and her trait of leniency is dispelled.
A brief moment of pause courts her as she determines her next foe. She is in a clearing, free of the lunging enemies and lurking shade of death. It is then her eyes take in her allies; her sister is poised for a deadly strike that shall be next to impossible to survive and her love is surrounded. A burst of dread echoes from heart to the tip of her fingers -- her spear quakes -- and in an instant, she surges to rescue one of them even as her mind screams for them both.
Wind rushes against her face, the wings of her armor flutter, as she races head long into the fray -- eyes shut tight until she's almost upon the fight. Gray meets red. And though her face betrays nothing, a mask of pure determination, even she is surprised where her instincts have taken her. She cannot think or show attention to this, there are lives on the line and she cannot turn now.
She leaps into the air as the small appendages pressed at her hips keep her afloat. She crashes down on the two enemies at her beloved's back -- a third falters wounded and the fourth becomes blinded with fear and faints. She presses back, a living breathing shield to Oswald's back, and raises her spear. The blood in her veins pulses and her body continues the fight. She wants nothing more to see her sister but she knows to look away, to find blue eyes (would they be bright or dull), may end the life of her love and perhaps even her own.
And she knows it doesn't matter how the battle ends. She'll be haunted. She will wonder -- a lifetime will not be long enough -- if she did the right thing. She will not regret saving him if they live but will find unrest if her sister dies. Until then she must fight and survive and live. The ever present consequence of being a warrior, a valkyrie.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 2:35 pm
As a child, do you recall a time where two of your best friends presented a scenario to you? A scenario where both were caught drowning in a roaring river and you, above all the chaos and danger, was only a saviour to one of them? At first you think it may be just a joke and you giggle innocently at the thought, but upon looking upwards at them, you see the determination and anxiety plastered on their faces...then you finally realize with dread that the situation was more serious than you thought. Back then, I may have claimed that I would save both of them—successfully and would have gotten away with it. Unfortunately, in the present situation I am in now, the claim is an impossible task.
The war pressed on----my fellow comrades and valkyrie's alike, drenched in sweat and blood, while filled with fatigue as their battle cries and weapons fell upon their opponents. Weaving in and around the battlefield, trying to find my way into the epicenter of disaster, two bloodcurdling cries emanate just ahead. A twinge of worry grows inside me, forcing a leap upwards out of me to glide across the crowds ahead...only to find myself in an even more dreadful state.
There, right before me, as if presented to me by God himself; stood my beloved as the enclosing crowd of foes drew near him and my dear elder sister, about to be struck down by our enemy. Why did the same scenario have to appear before me now, of all times? Why am I being tested? Panic and absolute despair filled whatever remaining space my brain held, my mentality almost close to dissipating. My mind and thoughts were frozen by all this fear, my eyes darting back and forth constantly, trying desperately to monitor the two people in danger. It was clear that I may not save both of them in time, but that didn't mean I couldn't try to. The problem was, who would I save first?
A sudden monstrous battle cry bellows, calling my attention to its direction immediately. A foe behind my love was ready to strike down upon him, my love's back turned and unaware. But in a blink of an eye; I could feel the air suffocating my face, my downy armor flutter and flap, and my hands grip my spear tightly. Before I knew it—I was heading to Oswald's direction without a care for my own safety. With one swift thrust, the spear I wielded cleanly impaled the cowardly demon, launching a spatter of matter my way. At their comrade's defeat, the monsters direct their attention to me, opening a window of opportunity for Oswald. Slash after slash and stab after stab, the mob that enclosed us dispersed..only to reveal my sister's state in the distance.
In tears and pain, I attempted to rush over to her side, fumbling over the dozens of limp bodies as I did.
“Griselda..” I tried to force out because of the sobs that began break out. Immediately, I fell down onto my knees and brought her closer, her body listless and worn.
“Don't give up...” only managed to escape my lips after she claimed she could not go on, but in the state she's in...could she be saved? With the last of her strength, Griselda pushed the spear which still lay in her hand, to me, “Please take it..I have no use for it now...” Hesitantly, I took it into my hand with tears welled in my eyes. How could she still think of me at this very moment? Possibly her last..?
“Please do not cry...your sister will leave the world as a great warrior...” Griselda choked out before the darkness settled in. Before long...she was gone. The beautiful body she inhabited is now an empty shell... Then finally, I knew...I have avenge her death...
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 5:53 pm
My sister...my mate. How could I choose between the people I love most in the world?
To the right is my sister in arms, a fellow Valkyrie and a woman I have fought beside for so long. To the left is my mate; the man I will spend the rest of my life with, surrounded by enemies on all sides, cornered without hope. She is about to die--I can see it happening even as I think this, and yet the pained roar of my beloved calls me to his side, even as I watch the blade sliding closer to her unguarded flank.
Before I can think, I am moving. The silvery metal slices through my skin and into my stomach, as my hands release the knives that will kill three of my mate's attackers, giving him the chance he needs to best them, as I know he is capable. My sister kills the one who slays me, simultaneously as the one I love turns his head to watch me take the near fatal blow. No time. There is no time for the pain. I know I will bleed out. I turn and make sure my mate has seen me brutally stabbed. It is the ace up my sleeve. Watching his eyes turn that deadly shade, I know he will defeat his enemies, do anything to get to me and save me. That immortal strength that courses through his veins will allow him to unleash a deadly fury. Likewise, my sister continues to fight, but she is losing. I will do now, what must be done so that both of my loved ones will live.
More enemies surround my sister as my mate roars and devastates the last three of his attackers. I am bleeding badly, the wound nearly fatal. My sister's efforts have re-doubled, but still, it's not good enough. At the last minute, I spare a glance toward my mate, meeting his eyes, and then my sister. Hers is the last face I see, before I take a killing blow to the neck. The world goes dark and my eyes dim. I know I am dead moments before I hit the ground, and already I can hear both of their wrathful cries. With my sacrifice...I die, knowing that they will both be safe.
Love, really does conquer...all...
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 6:06 pm
Time slows as I assess the battle around myself. I know that if I abandon my mate, he may die, but, then again, he is a beserker. He knows a rage none of us could achieve even in death. My sister, however, has little hope of survival. My thought crystallizes around that single thought as my body moves almost on its own, slashing down on my own enemy, spinning away. Now I'm closer to my sister, and I can tell my mate is starting to slip into his rage.
It will be too late; I can see someone behind him, dagger at the ready. I use my momentum, to throw a dagger out to cut his hand and force him to drop the blade, even as I lunge with my blade, to catch the fatal blow that would end her life on my own blade.
The blow takes a c***k out of my blade, and I am exposed to attack, but that matters not to me. I can hear an infuriated roar; too much blood has been drawn from my mate, and he has entered his rage, forsaking blade and shield, grabbing men, throwing them about like they were children's toys. That is the man I love, and my sister is safe. She pushes me back up, so I'm on my feet, ready to fight, and gives me a look of appreciation before lunging back into the fray. My mate wades through his foes easily, even as they continue to wound and slice and hack at him. He'll need me to protect him after his bloodlust fades, and I'll be there, parrying blows and sending those he hasn't quite killed off to Valhalla to the joyful end...
That is, after all, a Valkyrie's job...
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:00 am
War is hell...
Acrid scents of clashing steel and blood moved through her as her body lurched forward against the damp ground. The drumming of adrenaline on her ears kept her moving as she reached the threshold of the battle. Her body was exhausted and her weapon dripped heavily with the wear of bloodshed. Taking in a deep breath the lone valkyrie scanned the battlefield with calm and focused eyes while her hand gripped tightly to the metallic extension. Every muscle in her body ached and burned with a fire of purpose while her eyes drew to the nearest action.
Her normal calm demeanor diminished quickly as her brows came together. A ghastly scene of carnage met her gaze, two of imminent tragedy. Her eyes widened at the sight of familiarity for two fighters among the darkened bodies of the enemy. A cry of frustration escaped the lips of a female figure clad in shining armor as a clang of a shield resonated off of her metallic shell. The warrior felt her heart pinch tightly as a loud scream of pain erupted over the hill she stood on from her left side.
With a deep intake of hair she closed her eyes, the seconds of a torn heart unfolding into years of memories stitched together...
A summer love blossomed into something far beyond their reach. His smile, his heart - something shimmering in the bleakness of life. The moments spent with him were the shining star in her world. Time together was sweet and over bitterly quickly. Through those long years they had forged their relationship on a solid foundation with only room to grow upwards. To see that smiling face meant great happiness - a future she could look forward too with one she could stand forever with. An inner wish to have a family, something so foreign to the warrior within and yet that longing that never left a woman remained with her still.
Cries from memories long past of two young girls. A bond forged by blood and on the battlefield started far beyond when the two could even pick up a sword. She could remember fights of folly, the secrets and betrayals, the rivalry - but never the loss of affection or respect despite their differences. They were sisters by the sword and battle through battle had shared each victory or defeat together, just as they had once shared a bedroom. They had a past together; they shared their lives together.
Her eyes opened.
She drew another deep breath as her weapon extended. A selfish desire to save her future drew her gaze left while an agonizing pain in her heart drew it back to the right. Her life was on the battlefield, she had spent most of her life there, but this was no easy decision. "Loss is inevitable." she spoke softly, her eyes hardening. With a swift motion she moved to her right as her sister fell beneath a shadow of enemies. It was not subtle and she felt the cool sting of blood against her body as she moved against their tightly pressed bodies, shoving the sharp blade of her weapon against them.
A delicate but firm hand reached up to hers and with force she drew up her armor clad sister up from the dirt, slicing backwards into another enemy. A warm liquid ran from her neck while she stared at her. Thankful eyes met hers and she nodded, slamming her armored boot down on a nearby body.
The momentary reprieve ended with a sharp yowl of pain echoing across the battlefield. She cringed as a group of distant figures descended onto a lone soldier, cutting his cries sharply.
She chased away her tears and swallowed back her cries of anguish, leaving them for a later time when sorrow could be met without consequence of losing one more. Eyes turned to red she drew her blade once more while a Valkyrie war-cry beside her rang out over the warring sides. Sisters of battle and of blood, how better to avenge the greatest sacrifice she could make? With a clang of steel two figures moved against the increasing odds with bloodlust in their hearts and revenge on their minds.
War is a hell which I cannot escape.
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