You Have My Sword [Valkyri]

[Garza]

Midvinter
Tháinbroek
Morning

Today is the start of an annual tradition among the Valkyri. A battle in an arena. Much like Gladiators across the Galaxy, only reserved for those who had Valkyri Blood running in their veins. I smiled as I already had my own to deal with. I was preparing myself by wearing traditional armor of durasteel bracers, boots, leather hide from the many fauna that grew on this world, as well as Leviathan bracers. Carrying my Sith Claymore sword, I smiled as the very long blade accented my height. I was just under seven feet tall. Considerably higher than most others around me. Even Valkyri were tall people in general. I could feel almost normal around them.

I smiled as I stood off to the side. Ready for all of us that were in the line for sign ups to get into the area were standing in. I looked around as the wind blew into the open dome. Sending a small chill down everyone's backs. Finally reaching the table, I put down my mark for the fights and put down that I would be using a Claymore, and a set of two simple short swords. While I could have used my Echani Vibrosword, I didn't expect people to be geared up in full body armor that could withstand the cutting power of a vibroweapon.

Despite this, In a few hours, the arena would be filled of combatants who would fight each other one by one, in groups, or against animals to become the champion of Midvinter. That is, until next year.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darren Shaw"]
[member="Inger Strömfire"]

BlackWing followed along beside her. Her war horse proud and strong whined as they approached the arena and tossed his head high. Aerin smiled knowing his wants for the fight, "Steady my friend, not your fight today". On the back of her stallion is packed all that she requires for the days events. Her armour, shield and long sword. Over her shoulder her bow and quiver, for now Aerin wears her leathers hidden under her thick fur.

Ahead, the arena is festooned and many Valkyri had gathered, as she passes already the boasting of past victories and ones to come. Some eye her and her horse as she passes, noting the arrive of a Shieldmaiden of Midvinter.

As she prepares within one of the many tents provided, today's event would prove interesting, combat with sword and with the setting of the sun and dawn of the morrow, the Archery. However, her mind set to focus on the main event.

As she enters the main arena her eyes find the shine of white hair. A man tall and strong and as she draws near she recognises him. [member="Darren Shaw"], a man she had met some time ago here on Midvinter when he searched for his heritage. He appeared to wish to be alone and as she passed him she simply nodded a greeting to him.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darren Shaw"] | [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

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Katrin had only heard of this tradition, and knew of some men and women of the Isles of Tears had come to participate on such as this day. Now since she had left the Isles and for the time being, resides in the Capital she would not miss this. She is seated high along the edge of the arena, many combatants already arrived and warming up, the crowd buzzing with excitement and noise and sellers of roasted meats wander through the crowd enticing everyone with the aroma of cooked flesh.

Her eyes glance over to the mead stall which is doing a roaring trade and it would not take long before the peoples with have more encouragement to set their cheers, or start a fight.

Katrin took in a deep breath and waited for the event to begin.