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Origin of the Valkyrie

Into the blood-splattered snow, the lone warrior fell to one knee and shuddered with weakness. Still an arm shot out to raise a sword against the oncoming legion.

Her dented breastplate swallowed her small form.

The winds howled, her hair whipping in them, but she still heard the twang of the bowstring unleashed. She screamed in fury; the arrow punctured the center of her armor, the blow sending her flying back.

The arrow had pierced through metal, then barely through her breastbone, just enough that her heart met the point with each beat. The beating of her own brave heart was killing her.

But her scream had woken two nearby gods sleeping together through a brutal, wintry decade. They stirred and looked down upon the maiden, seeing in her eyes courage burning bright. Bravery and will had marked her entire life, but the light ebbed with death and they mourned it.

Freya, the female god, whispered that they should take her courage and preserve it for eternity because it was so precious.

Wóden agreed, and together they gave up lightning to cleave through the ether and strike the dying maiden.

The light was violent and slow to fade and made the army tremble.

When blackness cloyed once more the healed maiden woke in a strange place. She was untouched, her human mortality unchanged, yet soon an immortal daughter would be born from her that possessed her courage, Wóden’s wily brilliance, and Freya’s mirth and impossible beauty. Though this daughter enjoyed the power of lightning for sustenance, she also inherited Wóden’s arrogance and Freya’s acquisitiveness, which merely endeared her to them more.

The gods were content and the maiden adoring of her new baby. Yet after an age had flickered past, the gods heard another female call out for courage as she died from a battle against a dark enemy. She wasn’t a human, but a Furie, one among the Lore—that stratum of clever beings who have convinced humans that they exist only in imagination. Scarce moments had the creature—in the freezing night her breaths were no longer visible.

“Our halls are great, yet our family is small,” Freya said, her eyes sparkling so brightly a mariner in the north was briefly blinded by the stars and almost lost his way.

Grim Wóden took her hand, unable to deny her. Those surrounding the dying Furie saw lightning rent the sky once more.

And it would strike again and again in the coming years, continuing on well after female warriors—be they human, demoness, siren, changeling, or any brave creature from the Lore—knew to pray for it as they died.

Thus the Valkyrie were born

This first Valkyrie is none other that yours truly. 

Living Book of Lore

Glossary of Terms from the Book of Lore

The Lore

“… and those sentient creatures that are not human shall be united in one stratum, coexisting with, yet secret from, man’s.”

The Valkyrie

“When a maiden warrior screams for courage as she dies in battle, Wóden and Freya heed her call. The two gods give up lightning to strike her, rescuing her to their hall, and preserving her courage forever in the form of the maiden’s immortal Valkyrie daughter.”

  • Take sustenance from the electrical energy of the earth, sharing it in one collective power, and give it back with their emotions in the form of lightning.
  • Possess preternatural strength and speed.
  • Without training, they can be mesmerized by shining objects and jewels.

The Lykae Clan

“A proud, strapping warrior of the Keltoi People (or Hidden People, later known as Celts) was taken in his prime by a maddened wolf. The warrior rose from the dead, now an immortal, with the spirit of the beast latent within him. He displayed the wolf’s traits: the need for touch, an intense loyalty to its kind, an animal craving for the delights of the flesh. Sometimes the beast rises …”

  • Also called werewolves, war-wolds.
  • Enemies of the Horde.

The Vampires

  • Two warring factions, the Vampire Horde and the Forbearer Army.
  • Each vampire seeks his Bride, his eternal wife, and walks as the living dead until he finds her.
  • A Bride will render his body fully alive, giving him breath and making his heart beat, a process known as blooding.
  • Tracing is teleporting, the vampire’s means of travel. A vampire can only trace to destinations he’s previously been.
  • The Fallen are vampires who have killed by drinking a victim to death. Distinguished by their red eyes.

The Horde

In the first chaos of the Lore, a brotherhood of vampires dominated, by relying on their cold nature, worship of logic, and absence of mercy. They sprang from the harsh steppes of Dacia and migrated to Russia, though some say a secret enclave, the Daci, live in Dacia still.”

  • Their ranks are comprised of the Fallen.
  • Enemies of most factions in the Lore.

The Forbearers

” … his crown stolen, Kristoff, the rightful Horde king, stalked the battlefields of antiquity seeking the strongest, most valiant human warriors as they died, earning him the name of Gravewalker. He offered eternal life in exchange for eternal fealty to him and his growing army.”

  • An army of vampires consisting of turned humans, who do not drink blood directly from the flesh.
  • Kristoff was raised as a human and then lived among them. He and his army know little of the Lore.
  • Enemies of the Horde.

The Demonarchies

“The demons are as varied as the bands of man …”

  • A collection of demon dynasties.
  • Most demon breeds can trace like vampires. Some breeds are bound to obey summons.
  • Those that can emit poison from their fangs, horns, or claws are more vulnerable to others’ poison.
  • Many demon breeds must have intercourse with a potential mate to ascertain if she’s truly his—a process known as attempting.

The House of Witches

“… immortal possessors of magickal talents, practitioners of good and evil.”

  • Mystical mercenaries who sell their spells.
  • Strictly forbidden to create personal wealth or grant immortality.
  • Separated into five castes: warrior, healer, enchantress, conjurer, and seeress.
  • The only witch known to possess the powers of all five castes is Mariketa the Awaited.

The Sept of Sorceri

“The Sept forever seek and covet others’ powers, challenging and dueling to seize more—or more darkly, stealing another’s sorcery…”

  • A breed-line broken from the enchantment caste of the House of Witches.
  • Born with one innate power, their root power. If they lose it, they become slaves to their own kind called Inferi. They can trade and steal secondary powers.
  • One of the physically weaker species in the Lore, they used elaborate armors to protect their bodies. Eventually they held metals—and especially gold—sacred.
  • The Sorceri were led by Morgana who ruled as their regent. Interestingly her Queen power was to control other Sorceri. So she was literally the Queen of Sorceri, in both meanings of the word.

 

The Furiae

“If you do evil, beg for punishment—before they come… “

  • Ruthless she-warriors bent on delivering justice to evil men when they escape it elsewhere.
  • Led by Alecta the Unyielding One.

The Berserkers

“A berserker’s lonely life is filled with naught but battle rage and bloodlust… “

  • A cadre of human warriors, known for their merciless brutality, who swear allegiance to Wóden.
  • Stronger and faster than mere mortals, they carry within them the spirit of the bear and can channel its ferocity into a berserkrage, temporarily becoming as powerful as an immortal. 
  • When a berserker wins his two hundredth battle in Wóden’s name, the god will grant him ohalla—immortality with untold strength.

The Order

“The immortal takers. Once captured by the Order, immortals do not return… .”

  • A multinational mortal operation created to study—and exterminate—nonhumans.
  • Thought to be an urban legend. 

The Sirenae

“Near the sea’s edge, beware the siren’s song…”

  • A female species of immortals, they can permanently mesmerize and enslave males who hear their singing.
  • Derive power from the sea and can’t be away from it for more than one cycle of the moon.

The Fey of Grimm Dominion, or the Draiksulia

“Noble overlords ruling a class of demons.”

  • Were Féodals, an ancient term for Feudals.
  • Masters in the art of poisons.
  • Males prefer to be called Draiks.
  • Many different subsets, including fire, ice, and forest fey. 

Wendigo

“Corpse-eaters insatiable for flesh, ravenous for blood. They feed and feed, but can never be sated.”

  • Found in the boreal forests of cold and northern lands.
  • Distinguishable by their long, knifelike claws, and bodies that are forever emaciated.
  • Will dig up graves for flesh.

The Wraiths

“… their origin unknown, their presence chilling.”

  • Spectral, howling beings. Undefeatable and, for the most part, uncontrollable.
  • Also called the Ancient Scourge

The Vessel

“To be chosen is to be doomed …”

  • At the cusp of each Accession, a chosen female will beget a child who will become a warrior of either ultimate evil or of ultimate good—depending upon the father.
  • Of the last seven Vessels, six have spawned evil.
  • Some factions seek to assassinate the Vessel to prevent any birth. Others battle to possess her and control her offspring.  

Revenants

“The dead robbed of eternal rest, forced to serve a dark master …” 

  • A corpse raised from the grave and reanimated, most often by a sorcerer or necromancer, who controls it.
  • Can’t be slain until the one who commands it is killed.

The Kobolds

“When eyes are on them, winsome they seem. Eyes away, and you can’t imagine what they become.”

  • Gnomelike creatures that dwell in mines. The name of the capricious and dangerous mined element cobalt is derived from this species.

The Ghouls

“Even immortals beware its bite …”

  • Humans turned savage monsters, with glowing green skin, yellow eyes, and contagious bites and scratches.
  • Their imperative is to increase their number by contagion.
  • They’re said to travel in troops.

The Scârbă

“Abominations, created rather than born, with unnatural powers—and hungers… .”

  • Demons poisoned with vampire blood who retain the traits of both species.
  • Previously thought to be truly mythical; considered abominations by most in the Lore.
  • Strongest of any sentient immortal being.
  • Colloquially known as vemons.

The Turning

“Only through death can one become an ‘other.’”

  • Some beings can turn a human or even other Lore creatures into their kind through differing means, but the catalyst for change is always death, and success is not guaranteed.

The Talisman’s Hie

“A treacherous and grueling scavenger hunt for magickal talismans, amulets, and other mystical riches over the entire world.”

  • Held every two hundred fifty years.
  • Hosted by Riora, the goddess of impossibility.
  • Won the last five times by the Valkyrie Kaderin the Cold Hearted.

The Accession

“And a time shall come to pass when all immortal beings in the Lore, from the Valkyrie, vampire, Lykae, and demon factions, to the witches, shifters, fey, and sirens … must fight and destroy each other.”

  • A kind of mystical checks-and-balances system for an ever-growing population of immortals.
  • Occurs every five hundred years. Or right now …
Once I faced a female with diamond skin,” Nix said breathlessly. “I was transfixed - even as she was choking the life out of me.”
“Really?”
” No, I saw that character on X men. I just wanted to commiserate. Alas, I have no weaknesses.”
“Except your insanity,” Lucia pointed out.
sigh. “Well played, Archer. then carry on…
Pleasure of a Dark Prince by Kresley Cole

"Dear puss,

Is this all you’ve got? Why don’t you strap on your big girl panties and come face me yourself? Unless you fear that the Nixanator will spank Omort’s wittle bottom.

By the way, you’ve taken one of the most respected leaders in our army. We’re going to want him back. Especially since Sabine can’t break him.

Bringing it,
Nix the Ever-Knowing, Soothsayer Without Equal, General of the New Army of Vertas”

“Seconds passed, then … La Dorada skulked into view. She was half-mummified, but sodden. Gooey.

Regin let out a low whistle. “The Mummy Returns meets Dingoes Ate My Face.”—

—La Dorada swung her head around, peering at Regin with her one eye. “Okay. That’s freaky. Lookit, Gollum, if you spring me, I’ll help you find your precious.”


― Kresley ColeDreams of a Dark Warrior
Are you happy, Regin?”
She gave Nïx the look her question deserved. “I’m the prankster, remember? The happy-go-lucky one. Ask anyone—they’ll tell you I’m the cheeriest Valkyrie.” She studied Nïx’s expression, this time noticing the shadows under her sister’s eyes. “Why? Are you happy? You seem tired all the time.” She didn’t mention Nïx’s shrieking fits or disappearances, the bizarre eccentricities that only grew worse.
“I’m actively involved in steering the lives of thousands of beings. Which directly affects hundreds of thousands, which indirectly affects millions, with a ripple effect reaching billions. If someone said, ‘It ain’t easy being Nïxie,’ I wouldn’t call him a liar.
Dreams of A Dark Warrior by Kresley Cole
Just about?” After long, tense moments, Nïx said, “I have no resolution to tell you.” She couldn’t foresee everything, wasn’t all-knowing. Instead, she’d been dubbed the Ever-Knowing, because her visions had appeared without fail for three millennia.
“No resolution?” She hadn’t expected Nïx to pony up the answer to a thousand-year-old curse before Regin ran her next red light, but a crumb of hope would’ve been nice.
“No matter,” Nïx said. “You must find something to occupy yourself. There’s more to life than destroying vampires.”
“Right. Like destroying evil cannibal gods with Lucia,” Regin said, proud of her segue.
“Always back to Lucia. You’re exceedingly loyal to all your friends—even to your own detriment.”
“Whatever. Loyalty’s not a bad thing.”
“It is when you leave heaven for it. It is when you have nothing to show for it. For instance, your some-some meter is reading empty. What about that nice leopard-shifter pack that wanted to date you? The benefits of a variety pack of males cannot be overstated.
Dreams of a Dark Warrior by Kresley Cole
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