Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190224002053

(Everyone) “Not necessarily a need for you, Prad, but it is important that you meet our new compatriot....” Armata then notices Jorge enter the room. “Ah, now that we’re all present, let’s meet our new ally.”

The room is awkwardly silent as everyone looks around waiting for the new team member. Armata himself looks to Imperia with confusion and annoyance as no one shows up.

“Imperia?”

“Y-yes, my Lord.” She looks around nervously.

“When is our new ‘friend’ supposed to be here?”

“I uh, I’m not entirely sure, my Lord. She never truly specified an exact time, just that she’ll be here today.”

An hour passes as Imperia begins to look more concerned by the second, worried she has made a fool of herself. It is then that a beam of light cascades from the sky, parting the clouds. The immaculate ray highlights a cobalt colored object free falling. In the distance it is hard to make out, but soon all can identify it as two large pearl white wings spread from it.

Turning mid-fall and catching the wind, the object heads straight for the castle. Moving fast, it is none other than a Valkyrie. As she nears the castle she bombs through the window into the throne room. Landing with a powerful thud that cracks the marble floor tiles beneath her armored boots, she rises up revealing that she is almost as tall as Jorge.

Her blue armor is adorned with scattered battle damage, her peach colored skin complimented by her golden hair and bright blue eyes. Her helmet is akin to a Roman helm with a large white horse plum that runs from the back of the neck to the forehead. She scans over everyone with a cold and hardened stare, like a soldier glancing over civilians. Her eyes stop on Marcus.

“Wardog, be a while.” She scoffs.

“Yeah, you still look good, Herja.”