Blood and fury

Warrior Culture : Viking

Subculture : Viking Women

While spoken of often in myth and legend historical accounts of Shield Maidens are fewer and more controversial. That said considering the Vikings rather progressive views on eqality, their existence is assured. More recent examinations done on Viking burial sites suggests that Warrior Women may have been even more critical to that culture then ever before imagined. Beyond extensive roles in combat, Viking women were also involved in the leadership of society. Viking women also hold great status within the culture as wise women and witches. Norse women were also able to both own property, and instigate a divorce.

                          the most dangerous woman does not rely on your sword to save her                                                                she carries her own

“ Aw, too slow! ”

The axe hits his shield with enough force to cleave through thinner metals. The impact travels through, into his arm. He aches; damage’s been done, but the pain is too vague, too dull, to know where. Didn’t matter much now, anyway: the flurry keeps coming. Every bit of his focus goes to getting his shield between him and blade, and then making it look infuriatingly effortless.

This has gone on for several minutes. She’d caught him off guard, just as he ripped his flail from the nape of her fallen brother-in-arms. Around the skirmish dwindles from dozens of clashing warriors to handfuls, with more steel-clad than leather-clad still on their feet. The vikings are losing in their own village. There’s a spray of blood from the weapon as he spins it, the momentum throws arcs of red off onto her face. 

“ Try again. Maybe you’ll hit me this time. ”

Sigrid gritted her teeth in frustration, as the giant metal man had stopped her flurry of attacks. Though she caught him off guard, it was only for a moment. He was good she would give him that but she had just started. 

The knights had taken her and her brethren off guard, they were enjoying the riches of a successful raid when they had breached the defences of the village and had started burning everything on site. 

“Foolish, metal man. I shall gut you were you stand, then shove you into the burning flames so you can melt” Sigrid growled out, baring her teeth as a threat, not even flinching as blood lands on her face. 

In fact, the blood seemed to wake the beast within her and now she was out for blood. Impatience begging to boil, Sigrid had decided to throw away her caution rushing forward into a jump, aiming her axes to hit his helm. She was not afraid of death, in fact she embraces it.

“Valhalla!” 

KNIGHT / VIKING / SAMURAI

WESTWORLD SENTENCE MEME

The vast forests of our lands are said to be filled with the spirits of beasts. Sometimes, those beasts join us on the battlefield. Berserkers. Wild, free and utterly without fear. They fight with twin axes. But their true weapon is their passion. There is an ancient riddle: what is stronger than steel? Blood is our answer. Blood, and fury.

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ZODIAC SIGNS AS PROTAGONISTS ↪ LEO AS THE WARRIOR                                           disclaimer

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Viking Speedpaints

A couple of viking inspired speedpaintings. One of these is less historically accurate than the other…

Conor Burke

“You know,” Varity pointed out blithely as she traipsed across the sand dunes, “You probably could have done without all the fur.”

This might have seemed like an ironic statement, since she herself was still clad in her mask and harlequin gear, even in the middle of the searing desert. But if the heat bothered her, she didn’t reveal as much. Her steps stayed light as she turned to walk backwards, regarding her companion with a click of her tongue. “And such heavy boots, ma petite. Perhaps you should head back to camp and let me handle this on my own.”

Sigrid scowled at the harlequin in front of her, though she was feeling the heat she did her best to not show that it was affecting her in order to not prove the harlequin right, though her once precise war paint was now sliding down her face “You say that now, clown” following behind, using her staff to steady herself on the sand “But once it turns to night and the air cools, we will see who copes better”

Sigrid cursed this forsaken land, while she had done her fair traveling she had never come across such a desolate place.  The heat was nearly unbearable and the sand, was not as sturdy as it made itself to believe. She had nearly fell, on the way up this sand dune and the small harlequin was enjoying every second of it. “By the gods...” she let out a small curse

Throwing a glare at the harlequin Sigrid spat out her words “Listen, you puny insect I would like to see you try instead of buzzing in my ear” pushing herself ahead of the harlequin, so she was standing higher she looked down “We both know that without me, the mission would be a failure. As I have been the one that can sense if the artefact is nearby and only I am able to use it”.

She let out a growl “So if you are done with your teasing, do your job and lead the way” she was begging to run out patience, so she hoped that the gods would grant her mercy.