Island Valkyrie Island

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #2
@Dream

The squadron of Valkyries swarmed the skies to begin their daily reconnaissance.

As the trio loomed closer, it wouldnt be long before they would be spotted by the flying guard, their distinctive biological features betraying, making them easy to spot among the clear skies.

The warhorn would be blown, it's sound instantly drew the warrior women towards the three lunarians like moths of a flame. The Valkyries surrounded them, numbering a total of fifteen, with poison laced spears pointed at their person.

The leader of the recon group, Luncianne, gracefully flapped her wings, hovering as she addressed the strangers. She was visibly unhappy with their presence. Their black wings and ignited backs filled her with a sense of unease.

"Trespassing is inexcusable! By the laws of our society, you are to be put under arrest and await trail by our Sky Court. Surrender peacefully or suffer imprisonment by force!" The woman commanded with a gruff tone.​

 

[Dream]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 3 - @Infinity ​

As the Valkyrie horn echoes through the sky, the trio of Lunarians comes to a halt. The sound of wings fills the air as the Valkyries encircle them, spears gleaming with a faint, deadly sheen. The warriors’ sharp eyes lock onto their black wings and ignited backs, their unease palpable.

Lucianne’s voice cuts through the tension, commanding surrender with authority.

Lucifer raises a hand, signaling restraint. His voice is calm but commanding. “We mean no harm. We’re travelers seeking knowledge, not conflict. Lower your weapons, and let’s talk.”

Malekith’s lip curls into a sneer, his eyes blazing with disdain. He steps forward, ignoring Lucifer’s gesture, his voice dripping with venom. “Arrest? Trial? Your laws are meaningless to me. Do you truly believe your paltry spears and hollow threats can subdue us? I could reduce this sky to ash before you take another breath.”

Malekith’s wings flare, a surge of heat radiating from his ignited back. “I suggest you reconsider your position, mortal. The only trial here will be your endurance of my wrath.”

White Wolf watches the exchange, his sharp gaze darting between the Valkyries and his companions. He folds his arms, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, this is going well,” he mutters, his tone laced with sarcasm.

White Wolf steps forward, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “Ladies, I suggest you think carefully. You’re outnumbered where it counts—experience. My companions aren’t the diplomatic type, but I can assure you, if this turns into a fight, it won’t end well for anyone. Let’s skip the part where everyone dies and have a civilized conversation, shall we?”

The trio’s contrasting personalities create a tense standoff, their combined presence a volatile mix of diplomacy, arrogance, and pragmatism. The Valkyries’ response will determine whether the skies above remain peaceful or erupt into chaos.

 

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #3
@Dream

Faced with a potential threat, the Valkyries demanded the trio to be reprimanded for trespassing in their territory. However, unlike their leader, his companions were less than cooperative to say the least, angering Lucianne.

“Arrest? Trial? Your laws are meaningless to me. Do you truly believe your paltry spears and hollow threats can subdue us? I could reduce this sky to ash before you take another breath. Isuggest you reconsider your position, mortal. The only trial here will be your endurance of my wrath.” threatened Maliketh. Luncianne glared at the lunarian coldly while the others tightened their grip on their weapons, a bitter taste left in their mouth from his arrogance.

Spoiler: 🦋Butterfly Effect🦋

Lucianne will remember Maliketh's repsonse.

White Wolf decided to intervene, most likely wanting to avoid unnessary bloodshed. “Ladies, I suggest you think carefully. You’re outnumbered where it counts—experience. My companions aren’t the diplomatic type, but I can assure you, if this turns into a fight, it won’t end well for anyone. Let’s skip the part where everyone dies and have a civilized conversation, shall we?”

However, Lucianne refused to budge from her stance.

"A civilized conversation is assured only IF you follow proper procedure and are judged in our Sky Court. Once you're in our skies, you abide by our laws. We've been trained from birth to protect this island, do you honestly believe we fear dying for it?" She replied sternly. She pointed her weapon in the direction on Maliketh himself.

"So which one is it? Diplomacy or your lives? The choice is yours."​

 

[Dream]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 4 - @Infinity​

Malekith's lips curled into a wicked grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice. He took a deliberate step forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to darken the very air around him.

"You speak of laws and fearlessness as though they hold meaning in my presence," Malekith said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Do you truly think your mortal notions of justice bind me? I am no subject of your Sky Court, no mere trespasser in your precious domain. I am Malekith, and your defiance amuses me."

The air around him grew heavy, as though the weight of his presence alone was suffocating. His blackened wings flared wide, their edges glowing faintly with embers of his Lunarian fire.

White Wolf, standing a step behind Malekith, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low, exasperated sigh. "Here we go," he muttered under his breath, glancing at Lucifer, who remained silent but watchful.

With a measured tone, White Wolf stepped forward, positioning himself between Malekith and their would-be captors. His golden eyes scanned the tense scene with practiced calm.

"Malekith," he said firmly, his voice carrying a quiet authority. "As much as I enjoy watching you play god, maybe don’t incinerate everyone just yet. We’re not here to conquer the skies, remember?"

He turned his attention back to the armed figures before them, his tone shifting to something more pragmatic. "Look, we didn’t come here to fight. We’re passing through. If your laws demand we answer for that, fine. But dragging this into a bloodbath isn’t going to serve anyone, least of all you."

Malekith sneered but didn’t interrupt, though his contempt was palpable.

White Wolf continued, his voice steady but edged with a warning. "You’re trained warriors, sure. But my friend here," he gestured toward Malekith, "isn’t exactly known for restraint. And me? I don’t enjoy cleaning up after him. So let’s not push this to a point where it’s you or your home that pays the price for pride."

The tension in the air was thick, the standoff teetering on the edge of chaos. Malekith, his patience razor-thin, finally spoke again.

"Choose wisely," he said coldly, his grin fading into a scowl. "Your lives mean nothing to me, but I’m curious—how long can you last before your skies burn?"

 

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #4
@Dream

The lunarians continued their defiance until the end, only resulting in the Valkyries distrusting them even more. Lucianne calmly gave them an ultimatum, in which Malekith continued to resist. Taking a step forward, he refused to back down to the women he thought were below him.

"You speak of laws and fearlessness as though they hold meaning in my presence. Do you truly think your mortal notions of justice bind me? I am no subject of your Sky Court, no mere trespasser in your precious domain. I am Malekith, and your defiance amuses me."

The Valkyries exchanged glances with thoughts of disgust shared between them. Maybe they should forget protocol and kill them right then and there for their arrogance. But Lucianne didn't give the order. The Lunarian displayed a dark aura, but Lucianne had no fear. However, her patience was growing thin. Before she could respond, White Wolf intervened yet again, scolding his companion.

Then he faced the Valkyries once again.

"Look, we didn’t come here to fight. We’re passing through. If your laws demand we answer for that, fine. But dragging this into a bloodbath isn’t going to serve anyone, least of all you. You’re trained warriors, sure. But my friend here isn’t exactly known for restraint. And me? I don’t enjoy cleaning up after him. So let’s not push this to a point where it’s you or your home that pays the price for pride." The Lunarian said in usual quiet yet authorative tone.

Malekith also had the last word, once again choosing to threaten the women instead of choosing peace.

Lucianne sighed in annoyance. "Your words continue to be quite ironic all things considered." She said punching her brow, with her weapon still pointed at the Lunarian trio. "You speak of wanting to take a diplomatic approach for the sake of knowledge, yet you refuse peace by simply not coming with us and going through the proper procedure!"

"You've disrespected us from the start. We have a way of doing things in OUR domain. It is YOUR pride and arrogance that's keeping us from seeing you as anything but a threat! A completely insufferable bunch." She turned around, beginning to slowly fly towards her home. "You will follow us 'peacefully' to your holding cell and await trial. From there, our court will decide our willingness to share our knowledge with you."

The rest of the Valkyries lowered their weapons and formed a 'U' shaped formation behind of the trio, waiting patiently but with disdain for them to follow their captain to their destination.​

 

[Dream]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

Post 5 - @Infinity ​

Malekith’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as Lucianne turned her back, her words echoing in his ears. The arrogance of these mortals, demanding obedience from him—it was almost laughable. Almost. He stepped forward, his aura darkening as his voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Follow you? To a cell?” His tone dripped with venomous amusement. “You mistake my patience for submission, mortal. I do not follow. I do not yield. You think your laws can contain me? Your court is but a fleeting illusion of order. I am the harbinger of true dominion, and your pitiful attempts at control are as fleeting as the wind.”

The White Wolf, standing at Malekith’s side, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. “For someone who claims to be a master of domination, you sure do love to talk,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Malekith to hear. “And you wonder why diplomacy fails.”

Turning his attention to Lucianne’s retreating figure, the Witcher raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, let’s cut through the theatrics. My companion here has a... unique way of expressing himself, but I assure you, he’s capable of restraint when it suits him. We’ll come with you, but only under the condition that no harm comes to us before this so-called trial. Agreed?”

Malekith’s smirk faltered, his crimson eyes narrowing as he shot a glare at the White Wolf. “You presume to speak for me, Witcher?”

“I presume to keep us alive,” the White Wolf retorted, his voice steady but firm. “Or would you prefer to turn this into another of your glorious conquests, where you’re the only one left standing? Because let me remind you—this isn’t your domain, and we’re here for a reason that doesn’t involve reducing the skies to ash.”

Malekith’s eyes burned with restrained fury, but after a tense moment, he let out a low, derisive chuckle. “Very well. If only to amuse myself with this charade of justice. But mark my words, Witcher—when their farce inevitably crumbles, I will not hesitate to remind them of their insignificance.”

The White Wolf shook his head, muttering under his breath, “You’re a real piece of work.”

Without another word, the trio began to move, following their would-be captors. Malekith walked with his head held high, exuding an air of defiance and superiority, while the White Wolf kept his gaze forward, his expression a mask of practiced indifference. In his mind, however, he was already calculating their next move, knowing full well that Malekith’s pride would not allow this situation to end quietly.

 

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #5
@Dream

Having had enough of the pointless chitchat, Lucciane turned her back on the Lunarians and began to fly away in order to lead the trespassers to the Court. She paid no mind to Malekith's ignorant vitriol, only pausing for a moment when the White Wolf made another request.

“Look, let’s cut through the theatrics. My companion here has a... unique way of expressing himself, but I assure you, he’s capable of restraint when it suits him. We’ll come with you, but only under the condition that no harm comes to us before this so-called trial. Agreed?”

Lucianne did not answer. Instead she continued along her flight path, not deeming the question worth a reply. If harm was to come to them before the trial it would have already happened.

The Plains

The Valkyries led the Lunarian trio over the grasslands of Valkyrie Island. They would immediately notice that the air was fresh, crisp, clean, and cool with a blend of pine needles, earthy soil, and a hint of clean water, with a distinct "crisp" quality due to the cold air and lack of pollutants; a very pure and invigorating scent. And the grasslands down below was like an ocean of green unlike anything they had seen before. Paradise. Seperating the ground, were ravines, that formed intricate patterns within the floating earth and some of them carried villages where children the tiny figures could be seen flying up and about at a low altitude, their wings too weak to fly at heights adults could. Lucianne cracked a small smile as she watched them go, carry a looking of yearning before the feeling passed as quickly as it went.

All the splendor of the plains would pale in comparison to the impressive piece of architecture that lay before them. A clump of clouds gathered over the Valkyriean mountain and began to dissapte the mpre they grew closer. Then it revealed itself. The Valkyrie capitol. New Asgard.
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New Asgard

New Asgard was a pinnacle of the civilization's technology. A Castle in the Sky. Lucianne flapped her wings, pushing herself upwards. "Follow me." She said as she led them all towards the peak of the castle. This was by far the busiest part of the island. Valkyries of all ages could be seen swarming the giant structure, like bees to a hive, most likely returning from their daily tasks and whatever else. And as the group landed at the entrance, the trio would all recieve intense glares from the warrior women around them. Outsiders.

Lucianne turned and faced the lunarians. This was only the beginning of the journey, they still had to go deeper within.

"From here on out, I will lead you by foot. Refrain from causing any trouble BEFORE we reach the court house. Because unlike before, you’re completely outnumbered. Especially where it counts—experience." Lucianne warned, throwing White Wolf's words back at him, while simulatneously shooting daggers at Malekith.

The Lunarian's would immediately notice, older, more powerful warrior women eyeing them down. Some with caution, some with curiosty and others with disdain. Alot of these veterans possessed strength that could even give Lucifer a hard time. They were truly in the lions den. Lucciane waited patiently for confirmation of their good behavior, for as much as she didnt like them, she would prefer they be tried fairly BEFORE slaying atleast a certain someone for their blatant disrespect.​

 

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #1
@lophole

While Lucianne was busy dealing with the lunarian trespassers, the Valkyrie Head Judge, Aurora had begun friendly combat with a marine who managed to gain the respect of one of her most trusted guards.

The warrioress raised her blade and held tight her shield, preparing herself for what was to come. Viktor spun his right blade at blinding speeds, taking a single step forward before delivering a double bladed slash towards her person. Aurora cooly lifted her shield, as it struck against the hard metal with a loud DONG, rendering the Skypian's attack null and void.

Spoiler

Viktor DPR: 45 STR = wall level
Aurora's Sheild: 21-40: 2. Small Building Level Durability.
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Aurora's arm vibrated under the weight of his strength, Viktor was truly no slouch. "Impressive, young man. Let's see how you handle this!"

She pushed Vikor's blades to the side with a swipe of her shield. The man showed a pained expression, inspecting his wound which garnered a concerned expression from the Valkyrie. Regaining eye contact, the marine declared that he was fine, before contuining as normal.

"I really hope so." She replied. Pushing her body forward with her left foot, Aurora thrusted her blade towards the marine's left pectoral, aiming to pierce through the man's chest in a swift motion.

Spoiler

61-80: 2. Small Building Level+B: +2=3. Large Building Level

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[Dream]

VALKYRIE ISLAND​

POST 6 - @Infinity ​

The Lunarian trio moved through the majestic plains of Valkyrie Island, the landscape offering an almost surreal beauty. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of pine needles and clean water. Below them stretched an endless ocean of green grasslands, broken only by intricate ravines that housed quaint villages. Tiny figures of children, their fragile wings fluttering, could be seen flying at low altitudes. It was a sight that might inspire awe in others, but for the Lunarians, it was merely a backdrop to their journey.

As they approached the towering architecture of New Asgard, a pinnacle of Valkyrie civilization, the castle loomed like a divine testament to their technological and cultural prowess. The structure bustled with activity, Valkyries swarming around it like bees to a hive. Their presence was met with intense glares from the warrior women, their disdain for outsiders evident.

The trio landed at the entrance, their arrival drawing the immediate attention of nearby Valkyries. White Wolf, his gaze steady, surveyed the surroundings with an air of cautious calculation.

"Charming welcome," White Wolf remarked dryly, his voice laced with subtle sarcasm. "Nothing says hospitality like daggers for eyes."

Malekith scoffed, his smirk widening. "Oh, don’t be so sensitive, White Wolf. Perhaps they’re just dazzled by your legendary charisma—or lack thereof."

White Wolf turned to him, his expression unamused. "And I suppose your sparkling wit is winning them over as we speak?"

Malekith chuckled, his tone biting. "Of course. I’ve always been a hit with warrior societies. They appreciate someone who doesn’t cower behind diplomacy."

White Wolf raised an eyebrow, his voice sharp. "Diplomacy, Malekith, is what keeps heads attached to bodies. You might want to try it sometime—assuming you can manage without your usual theatrics."

Malekith’s grin turned predatory. "And here I thought you enjoyed my theatrics. What’s the matter, Wolf? Feeling overshadowed?"

The exchange drew a few curious glances from the Valkyries, though none dared to interrupt. The tension between the two Lunarians simmered, their verbal sparring as sharp as any blade.

Lucifer remained silent throughout, his expression unreadable. His golden eyes flicked between the bickering pair and the imposing castle before them. Despite his lack of words, his presence was palpable, a quiet force that both Malekith and White Wolf couldn’t ignore. As the trio moved forward, an unspoken thought lingered between them.

Malekith glanced at Lucifer out of the corner of his eye, his smirk fading slightly. "He’s too quiet," he muttered under his breath. "Almost as if this is all going exactly as he planned."

White Wolf, catching the same vibe, tightened his jaw. The same suspicion gnawed at him, though he wouldn’t voice it aloud. Was Lucifer orchestrating something larger, or was this just his way of letting them exhaust themselves? Either way, the uncertainty was enough to keep both on edge.

The trio continued their approach, the silence between them now heavier than their earlier banter. The Valkyries watched their every move, but it was the unease among the Lunarians themselves that hinted at the deeper currents shaping their journey.

 

[lophole]

Valkyrie Island #1
@lophole

While Lucianne was busy dealing with the lunarian trespassers, the Valkyrie Head Judge, Aurora had begun friendly combat with a marine who managed to gain the respect of one of her most trusted guards.

The warrioress raised her blade and held tight her shield, preparing herself for what was to come. Viktor spun his right blade at blinding speeds, taking a single step forward before delivering a double bladed slash towards her person. Aurora cooly lifted her shield, as it struck against the hard metal with a loud DONG, rendering the Skypian's attack null and void.

Spoiler

Viktor DPR: 45 STR = wall level
Aurora's Sheild: 21-40: 2. Small Building Level Durability.
DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Aurora's arm vibrated under the weight of his strength, Viktor was truly no slouch. "Impressive, young man. Let's see how you handle this!"

She pushed Vikor's blades to the side with a swipe of her shield. The man showed a pained expression, inspecting his wound which garnered a concerned expression from the Valkyrie. Regaining eye contact, the marine declared that he was fine, before contuining as normal.

"I really hope so." She replied. Pushing her body forward with her left foot, Aurora thrusted her blade towards the marine's left pectoral, aiming to pierce through the man's chest in a swift motion.

Spoiler

61-80: 2. Small Building Level+B: +2=3. Large Building Level

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Viktor gave a cocky smirk as dashed back, clearly having fun with this sparring match" Your not half bad. I bet you don't hold back on training. " His smirk is quickly wiped off his face as he sees the attack and knows he can't dodge it.* Damn. I got cocky!* he thought as he looked at the blade, showing no signs of fear as it got close to him. Viktor, not able to think how to dodge or block, is hit.

Spoiler: DPR

dur=45= large building. damage is normal

@Infinity​

 

[Infinity]

Valkyrie Island #6
@Dream

The two Lunarian's bickered among themselves, seemingly ignoring Lucianne's warning completely. The Valkyrie released a long sigh, rubbing her temple as the brewing stress intensified. Turning around, she began to lead the trio towards their destination.

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The Court House

It wouldnt be long before they arrived at the Court House. It was stone palace with bronze foundations. Around it, Valkyries in royal and enchanting looking robes strolled casually through the court yard either engaging in conversation or traveling to another portion of the complex running errands. Lucianne turned to face the trio once again, who still had the weapons of the other women pointed at them as a precaution.

"We've finally arrived at our destination." She said gesturing to the building behind of her. "The three of you have to be registered into the logs. From then on, your trial will commence. As long as you do well and are deemed a non threat to our people, your requests will be considered. Understood?" She finished with her arms folded, awaiting their compliance.

She was on the last end of her patience and wanted these people out of her hands. Their response will determine how they are treated from here.​

 

[Dream]

[VALKYRIE ISLAND]​

Post 7 - @Infinity​

The Lunarian trio reached the Court House, a grand stone palace with bronze foundations that shimmered faintly under the sun. The courtyard surrounding the palace was a hub of activity, though the Valkyries in their regal robes paid the trio little attention beyond an occasional wary glance. Their presence here was clearly tolerated rather than welcomed.

White Wolf's sharp gaze swept over the courtyard, his expression unreadable. "Charming place," he muttered, his tone dry. "Let me guess—bronze is symbolic of something profound, like resilience or... overcompensation?"

Malekith snorted, his smirk growing predatory. "It’s probably symbolic of their unshakable mediocrity. Bronze—always the third-place metal. Fitting for a people who seem perpetually stuck in the middle."

White Wolf turned his head slightly, his silver hair catching the light. "Middle, you say? Considering your track record, Malekith, you should feel right at home. Mediocrity is practically your signature move."

Malekith’s grin sharpened into something far more menacing. "Ah, the Geralt’s infamous wit. I’d almost be impressed if it weren’t so predictable. But do go on—your delusions of grandeur are always entertaining."

As the two continued their verbal sparring, their words laced with mutual disdain, both couldn’t help but notice Lucifer’s uncharacteristic silence. The usually verbose and commanding figure seemed content to trail behind, his expression inscrutable.

White Wolf’s eyes narrowed briefly as he glanced at Lucifer. 'Why isn’t he saying anything? He’s always the first to insert himself into any situation. This isn’t like him. His thoughts churned as he considered the possibilities. Is he watching us? Testing us? Or is this silence a ploy to keep us guessing? '

Malekith, too, was aware of Lucifer’s reticence. His mind, sharp and calculating, immediately began to spin theories. 'Silent as the grave, yet his presence looms like a shadow. This reeks of manipulation. Is he orchestrating something? Or perhaps he’s simply bored. Either way, I don’t trust it. '

The tension between the two was palpable, their shared suspicion of Lucifer momentarily uniting them in thought if not in action.

Lucifer finally clapped his hands, the sound cutting through the air like a whip. "Well," he said, his tone light but carrying an undeniable authority, "shall we proceed? This little detour is hardly the main event, after all."

Both White Wolf and Malekith exchanged glances, their suspicions unspoken but understood. Lucifer’s ability to command the moment with so little effort was a reminder of why he was dangerous—not just for his power, but for the enigma he represented.

Spoiler: OOC

After this post White Wolf will be referred as Geralt