ARamblingSpider Posted March 27, 2014 Share Posted March 27, 2014 I have a request, I had this idea that Wigfrid is actually a valkyrie but the gods out of spite and for kicks made her believe she's an actor that believes she's a valkyrie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HoneyHam Posted March 27, 2014 Share Posted March 27, 2014 I have a request, I had this idea that Wigfrid is actually a valkyrie but the gods out of spite and for kicks made her believe she's an actor that believes she's a valkyrie.Yeah, we need Wigfrid. I like her. EXCEPT FOR HER VOICE OH DEAR GOD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strangerdanger101 Posted March 27, 2014 Share Posted March 27, 2014 (edited) Yeah, we need Wigfrid. I like her. EXCEPT FOR HER VOICE OH DEAR GOD You know you love the OEMBRACE THE OAs for the stories, eh, they're okay. Edited March 27, 2014 by Strangerdanger101 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 27, 2014 Author Share Posted March 27, 2014 I have a request, I had this idea that Wigfrid is actually a valkyrie but the gods out of spite and for kicks made her believe she's an actor that believes she's a valkyrie.I haven't gotten the DLC, so I don't have as accurate an impression of Wigfrid as I could. This is a little different from your request, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Ragnarockin'Chapter 1 of 3: This isn't b'Odin well for us "You'll make a fine meal, swine!" A spear was thrust through the front of a charging werepig, easily ripping through to the other side. Upon seeing their brother die so suddenly, the many other werepigs that had tried to ambush Wigfrid turned tail and fled back into the woods they'd come from. Cowards, the lot of them! It seemed Wigfrid could never find a true warrior in this world, only cowards who couldn't handle real combat. With a heave, Wigfrid ripped her spear from the dead creature's carcass, leaning down to grab it by the ankles. Before she could haul her next meal back to camp, something caught her eye. From her crouched position, she could see what looked like a body hidden in a nearby berry bush. Initially she assumed it was another of those amusing turkeys she often saw running about, but as she dropped her werepig, grabbed her spear, and inched closer she realized she was looking at a human being. Before she knew what to make of this, he moved. Without hesitation, Wigfrid tightened her grip around her spear and screamed out. "COME OUT AND IDENTIFY YOURSELF, LEST YOU WANT TO BE SENT TO VALHALLA!" With a shuddering groan the man stumbled out of the bush. Frail and emaciated, the stranger was covered in countless claw marks that cut deep into his flesh. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Wigfrid couldn't help but think she'd met this person before. The white beard, the abnormal height. It was all very familiar. When she heard the sound of a crow in the distance, it hit her. She had to get him back to her camp! She stabbed her spear into the ground, reaching down to hoist the old man onto her shoulders. "Come All-Father, you must tell me what did this!" To her surprise, he complied, speaking through labored breath as he tried to steady his balance. "It is too late to save me child. It is the father of the wolves, he is unbound.." A cold chill shot through Wigfrid's spine, if the old man hadn't been holding onto her she would have dropped him right then and there. "You must summon my son.. before the fen-dweller brings an end to all existence." Wigfrid could feel him dying in her arms, his breathing slowing as his body grew colder. The blood no longer flowed from the old man's wounds, and in moments she was holding a corpse. Minutes ago, her heart had been full of fire and bravado, but now fear gripped her being. She heard an unholy howl in the distance, and took off running. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HoneyHam Posted March 28, 2014 Share Posted March 28, 2014 woah bro Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parrotoss Posted March 29, 2014 Share Posted March 29, 2014 Yes, it's nice to see more Wigfrid stuff popping about. Lots of people seem to not like her. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 29, 2014 Author Share Posted March 29, 2014 (edited) Yes, it's nice to see more Wigfrid stuff popping about. Lots of people seem to not like her. People always hate the new stuff, never minding the fact that she's an unfinished character. Don't worry, people will change their tune eventually. Ragnarockin'Chapter 2 of 3: The Fen-dweller comes When Wigfrid had first arrived, she was merely an actress. As time went on, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. Now, as her feet pounded the earth, not daring to look over her shoulder at the beast that followed, she was a Valkyrie. The end was here, and if Fenrir caught her before she had the chance to summon Vidarr, she knew all would be lost. In the back of her mind she wondered if perhaps she was simply succumbing to unfathomable madness, if she was even running at all. Then Fenrir spoke. "Du vil få et godt måltid, svin!"1 The voice was real, and when Wigfrid heard it she made the terrible mistake of looking over her shoulder. Almost immediately she tripped, her side crashing into the ground below her. Pain shot through her body as the fen-dweller towered over her. He was much like a werewolf, man in shape but lupine in appearance. Greasy black hair covered his entire body, but they did little to conceal his overly muscular form. It was as though every bone, every tendon was made in such a way to intimidate any who laid eyes on him. Sharpened claws swung for Wigfrid's chest, attempting to rip her heart from her body.. and bounced away like rubber against steel. "Hva slags uforståelige magi er dette?!"2 Wigfrid's chest heaved as she found her breath, her fear of the beast atop her giving way to confusion. Suddenly, it hit her. A wide grin spread across her face, grabbing onto Fenrir's paw as he tried to swipe again. "You can't change your fate, fen-dweller. Your time is here." Fenrir snarled, ripping himself free from Wigfrid's grasp and leaving over her, escaping into the woods. Even if fate wouldn't allow him to kill her, she had to act fast. Wigfrid rolled onto her chest, pushing away from what had become wet, sloshy mud and ran after Fenrir, towards her camp. ---"You'll make a fine meal, swine!" "What kind of arcane magic is this?!" Edited March 29, 2014 by 23rd 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parrotoss Posted March 29, 2014 Share Posted March 29, 2014 People always hate the new stuff, never minding the fact that she's an unfinished character. Don't worry, people will change their tune eventually. Ahh, yes, that makes sense. Well, it will just take time. Also, I love how you are referencing Fenrir. Poor fellow is often forgotten when mythology is involved. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 31, 2014 Author Share Posted March 31, 2014 Ragnarockin'Chapter 3 of 3: Silence, Rebirth As Wigfrid ran, the ground rumbled beneath her. Before she could process what was happening the ground gave way, ripping apart and sectioning off. She found herself leaping over bottomless chasms as the land split into smaller islands, hovering over a deep black void. It didn't take much to figure out why. Fenrir was unbound, and the the world was responding to that. Plots of land continued to separate and float away the closer she got to her base. By the time she got to her home and leaped onto the floating rock that it inhabited, the islands around her were gone. Everywhere she looked, she only saw the void. The endless.. black.. void. Nothingness. She gulped. She shouldn't have known what to do, but somehow she did anyways. There was a crow in the birdcage near where she slept. A raven would have been better, but under the circumstances she couldn't exactly be picky. She grabbed the crow, quietly thankful that it didn't struggle to fly away when she pulled it from its cage. It must have known the severity of the situation. A bit of silk around the neck, a yellow gem at the end. When Wigfrid had salvaged the gem she had intended for it to light her way through the darkness. In a way, that's exactly what it was about to do. The crow took the yellow gemstone in its beak, flying off above her and out of view. Wigfrid sat down on the floor of her home and prayed. Even as she heard the edges of the land crumbling away, she prayed. Even as she felt Fenrir's hot breath at the back of her neck, she prayed. And then.. silence. Even the echo of the void was gone. Wigfrid's eyes slowly opened to the sight of lush grassland and arid savanna in front of her. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky, the land had returned. Rising to her feet, Wigfrid turned around to see the fen-dweller's body suspended in the air, impaled on a long silver blade. As Fenrir slid down the blade and collapsed to the ground, Wigfrid saw a tall blonde man turn and walk off, disappearing into the forest in the distance. She couldn't hold the tears of joy back, feeling them trickle down her face as she fell to her knees. She'd done it. She'd summoned Vidarr. She'd prevented Ragnarok, and even helped to avenge the All-Father. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 31, 2014 Author Share Posted March 31, 2014 (edited) Ragnarockin'Epilogue: Glory of the hunt It had been months since Wigfrid buried Fenrir, and every single day she felt more and more energetic. The shadow creatures feared her, and the pigmen respected her. Why, just a few weeks ago she'd found a massive village of pigmen who accompanied her on her hunts, and provided her with real housing when she proved herself useful. Their leader even acknowledged her prowess in the wilderness and gifted her with a small golden piece engraved with a W. The mark of a true warrior, he'd called it. Not a day went by that Wigfrid didn't gain a story to tell, or have companions to tell them to. Truly, life had become blissful. This was her ideal heaven. This was her Valhalla. Edited March 31, 2014 by 23rd 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HoneyHam Posted March 31, 2014 Share Posted March 31, 2014 So... Wigfrid is dead, or just really damn pimpin? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 31, 2014 Author Share Posted March 31, 2014 So... Wigfrid is dead, or just really damn pimpin?Yes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosten Posted March 31, 2014 Share Posted March 31, 2014 (edited) Yes.So.......She's Dead? Edited March 31, 2014 by Blazingice26 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strangerdanger101 Posted March 31, 2014 Share Posted March 31, 2014 So.......She's Dead?Yes probably Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 31, 2014 Author Share Posted March 31, 2014 (edited) She was rewarded for her part in stopping Fenrir by being sent to a physical Valhalla. She could be either dead or alive, that's left up to the reader. Edited March 31, 2014 by 23rd 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strangerdanger101 Posted March 31, 2014 Share Posted March 31, 2014 Uhh... we're allowed to make requests, right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted March 31, 2014 Author Share Posted March 31, 2014 Uhh... we're allowed to make requests, right?Yes, but no more DLC stuff please. Unfamiliar territory and all that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strangerdanger101 Posted March 31, 2014 Share Posted March 31, 2014 (edited) Yes, but no more DLC stuff please. Unfamiliar territory and all that. Don't worry, i don't have the DLC. Can you do something related to Wilson or Woodie or something? Either is fine. You don't have to do either though if you don't want to. Edited March 31, 2014 by Strangerdanger101 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted April 1, 2014 Author Share Posted April 1, 2014 Woodie Timber "Woodie, you need to relax! We already have plenty for the fire!" The lumberjack simply rolled his eyes, continuing to swing Lucy against the soft oak in front of him. It came down quick, a satisfied grin hiding beneath Woodie's large red beard. "Lucy, we've barely chopped anything! Besides, it's just so satisfying.." Before he could swing her again, he heard the sound of rustling behind him. "That's not why I'm worried Woodie.." Lucy's high pitched squeals were practically drowned out as a loud stomp reverberated through the woods, ground beginning to quake. "..that's why!" Looking over his shoulder, Woodie saw a tree that must have been twice as large as the largest evergreen he'd come across.. but this one was sentient, and it looked angry. Panic was his first reaction, of course. He'd never seen anything so large, not even the Tallbirds were as big as this new monster! However, as the sentient treebeast came closer, a new but all too familiar emotion replaced his worry. Excitement. If he managed to kill this thing, he'd never go cold again! Why, he could probably build a house out of this thing's corpse! It was settled. He was going to kill a treeguard. Lucy could sense his intention, but she knew nothing she could say would dissuade him. Axe in hand, Woodie charged forward to meet the towering giant. The soles of his feet skipped over the dirt as he soared past the trees, pace picking up with each leap and bound. The treeguard attempted to swat at him, a huge right branch that could be considered the monster's arm barreling down towards the earth. Woodie was able to sidestep the blow easily enough, and a quick jump kept the aftershock of the impact from throwing him off balance, Pressing his left foot into the branch as he landed, the lumberjack was easily able to regain momentum and sprint up the side of the mighty treeguard. When he reached its face he gripped Lucy's handle with both hands, putting all his weight into his next swing. Lucy's sharp end buried itself between the treeguard's eyes, and an ear-splitting screech filled the air. The loud display of pain nearly deafened Woodie as he ripped Lucy from the squirming wood, stumbling towards the ground again. It was wounded, now was his chance. Not wasting a moment, Woodie charged forward again, screaming out a battle-cry in his adrenaline fueled enthusiasm. Even Lucy had given in to the commotion, egging Woodie on to "show that thing how a real Canuck fights!" The treeguard was trying to push itself into a standing position again, but before it could even take a knee it found Lucy burrying herself into its right shin. Another wail of pain, this one weaker, erupted from the giant as it stumbled backwards once it got onto its feet, crashing into the densely packed trees behind it. Arm-like branches slung themselves over the foliage, the treeguards entire form slouching as it took its final breathes. The vertigo finally hit Woodie as he watched his opponent slump, defeated. Now with a clear head, his joints and bones ached terribly from all the force he'd just put himself through, but he couldn't be more pleased with himself. "Woodie, that was incredible! We should find another! Maybe if we chop more of these trees they'll start coming out! Come on! Come on come on come on!" The lumberjack laughed heartily, but wearily. "I'm sure there will be more, Lucy, but let's chop this one up for the fire first." He had to admit, he'd never had so much fun before in his life. --- Remember, readers, Woodie doesn't need to be a Werebeaver to be a badass. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Percival Posted April 1, 2014 Share Posted April 1, 2014 If I can make a request; Include a story that describes what has plaugued Maxwell on his time on the throne for eternity. And don't go all 'jukebox' on me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosten Posted April 1, 2014 Share Posted April 1, 2014 Might I request a story about.... Wendy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ARamblingSpider Posted April 1, 2014 Share Posted April 1, 2014 I want a drama filled, action packed and michael bay explosions out the wazoo about chester's backstory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rd Posted April 2, 2014 Author Share Posted April 2, 2014 And don't go all 'jukebox' on me.What's this mean? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Percival Posted April 2, 2014 Share Posted April 2, 2014 What's this mean? You know how much Maxwell hates this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strangerdanger101 Posted April 2, 2014 Share Posted April 2, 2014 You know how much Maxwell hates this. "That accursed thing!" -Maxwell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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