MANDATORY KINGDOM MEETING/ACTIVITY CHECK

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

The time travel was disorienting; like Grim Reaper, she feels the ill effects of magic keenly, leaving the General’s head spinning for a day or two. Long enough to be unsure whether or not it was a dream or reality, until she notices the onyx crown of thorns encircling her back left thigh. Her silver viking tattoos already encompass the front part of her body, it’s easy to see how something could escape her notice until flesh brushes against something else. The band is cold, hard, and as black as the depths of space. A memory of how she’d failed to move Gail, a memory of the beasts that came chomping and clanging and turned them into nothingness.

It is the only time she’s truly failed, and it is a blow to the warrior woman. The reason is quite simple, really - she isn’t a woman of words and persuasion like Rhy is. She has no patience for nonsense, no pity for helplessness. Lagertha is a do-er, and she does not sit and bandy words around.

That is why Gail impaled herself on Lagertha’s armor, rather than leave the beach. She is a hammering fist in an iron glove, not some dainty, delicate hand given to butterfly touches. She is the Thorned General, the Kingnapper, the daughter of Grim Reaper. It is a fitting marking, she thinks, smiling a little wryly. Myrina, and Rhy too, would probably have something left over from their mission. Myrina was missing after the first (or was it second?) wormhole... but Lagertha had faith that her gold and white sister was able to persuade Gail. She wasn't the Ambassador for nothing.

She is late to the meeting, though not on purpose. When Lagertha awoke, she was well within the depths of the Jungle, and it’s a miracle that she even heard Scorch’s call at all. Nevertheless, she comes out of the edge with vines and twigs entangle in her mane and tail, a bland expression on her face. The gray and silver and black woman watches those who say their words, taking note of Alptraum and Lyris (she’s been meaning to talk to that one, but you see, time has been elusive), and even of Sunday, who wishes to steal. Ah, yes. Steals were her speciality. The children are cute - and yet Lagertha notices the absence of her son… and Scorch’s daughter. Coincidence? Fate? Laziness? The General has said little to Dalten of their plans to send him to the Dale, but she wouldn’t put it past him to know what was going on, and to observe the tensions between Scorch and herself.

Where is Vyx? She had high hopes for that mare, but being absent wasn’t a great start.

Her steel-gray lips turn down at the corners, and she misses most of the children’s names while lost in thought. It isn’t until Rhy speaks of diplomatic visits and the Tundra (ohhh… Kratos and Rhy sitting in a tree…) that she returns to the present and clears her throat. “Any who wish to join the war caste, see me after. I have been too lax on my own training and upkeep of the army, so I’ll open myself up to practice shots if any of you like. Same for steals. In fact, I would say practice your steals on any Kingdom, but do not require a visit if we’re friendly. Leave ‘em at the border. Same goes for challenges. I would love to see more, but seeing as I haven’t done any recently, can’t hold you to any standard that I do not achieve. Activity is always rewarded, and once you do something, we can talk about what that will be.”

With that the warrior falls silent, ready for the meeting to be over.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general