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 Fire in the Sky, Tag; Thor

Emilia Mercer

Tyr Vanth
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Dec 31 2017, 04:10 PM
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters


Year: January 11th, 1201
Location: Sweden

A frigid gust of winter born of the Swedish Highlands burst down from the mountains with an icy type of fury, roaring between trees and flowing over thick cities as a river may move around a heavy stone. Farmhands and their animals alike shivered in it's passing, but soon farmland gave way to a great field riddled with hills and dead men. The swords of the living whistled through that wind only to clash against shields and armor, but the gust passed by them as carelessly as it'd flowed through city and farmland.

It came to a violent swirl at the top of a nondescript hill overlooking the battlefield. Four men sat atop horses, shivering as the wind whipped at their long hair and coat tails. Only the lone woman among them looked unperturbed by the frozen gust. Where her four 'peers' wore heavy coats beneath their thick skin of steel plate she wore only a single layer of black silk. The black dress was split for riding and unsullied in spite of the months of travel it had endured. Her long brown hair had been fashioned into a single braid that whipped dangerously with the tugging wind, but she paid it no mind.

"The battle does not go well, my Lord," though her voice was hardly above the tone of conversation, it was easily heard by the man to her left. A sidelong glance reported that the man had been unsettled by the comment. In her youth she'd been known to singe men for much, much less. Yet that was a long time ago, and she'd learned the value of keeping useful men who'd made a mistake. By the time the violent swirl of frigid wind had passed, the men beside her were shivering yet she remained as unphased by the inclimate weather as ever. She'd heard them discuss her preternatural ability to ignore heat and cold alike, and knew it unsettled them. Good. Fearful humans were subservient humans.

"Perhaps one day your incompetence will make my plans difficult, my Lord. Fortunately for you, that day is not today." Tyr Vanth, otherwise known as Queen Isabella, dismounted her great black destrier as though it had been a pony. A slow gait lead her to the center of the hill where she closed her eyes and placed an indomitable will behind her words. Though each word was uttered at a whisper, they wove into the very fabric of reality to turn the impossible into an absolute certainty. Black clouds began to twist and spin in what had once been a clear blue winter sky, and the frigid gust that had passed only moments before had been changed into a scorching squall. Men on both sides were buffetted by the sudden gale of heat, but both sides still fought desperately to kill one another.

And then, in the distance, a man yelled, fire in the sky!

Each man looked up to the sky.

The twisting black clouds had burst into flame and begun to descend to the ground. Swedes tried to flee, however the rear lines were the first to be turned to ash in the face of the descending inferno. A great, unmoving wall of flame remained in the trail. Only moments would pass before the northern army would be shattered, and England would claim the lands that had attacked them so many years ago.

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Thor Odinson

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Jan 2 2018, 10:01 AM
Stars are only visible in darkness ,
Fear is ever-changing and evolving.
”Do you intend to sleep here, Your Highness?” a deep voice, hoarse and rumbling came from Thor’s left. There had always been something so entirely otherworldly about that voice, as if it came from somewhere else than his chest, as if it somehow encompassed all the many realms Heimdall watched over. He smiled in response, eyes still closed, starfished on his cape, spread on the Bifrost’s Watchtower floor like a picnic blanket. “Only if you tell me a bedtime story”

To his utter delight, he heard Heimdall snort.

When he were a small boy he used to come here for just that. Now he came here for different reasons entirely. It was the only place safe for him to pace and rage, like those giant cats that some realms kept in cages, until he tired himself out and saw colours other than red before his eyes, under the Watcher’s famously impassive -though the more he grew to know Heimdall, indeed trulyknow him the less impassive he appeared to him- gaze. The older Thor got the more, it seemed, he fought with his father. Where Odin saw diplomacy, he saw casual cruelty. Alfheimr and Vanaheimr have both greatly suffered from raiders in the recent weeks, something that could have been put to a halt had the All-Father decided on any other gesture than inaction. They owed everything to the other realms, and yet the only freedom it seemed they could afford them was freedom to be massacred. “He calls himself the Protector of the Nine Realms. I cannot sit idly and do nothing when people we have sworn to defend are dying” Thor spat to Sif earlier, anger and indignation raising in him anew, making his skin itch, his fingertips tingle with electricity. ”We cannot intervene merely when it is convenient for us, offer promises and break them whenever we find the cost too great”. Sif mhmmed at him complacently, not looking up from mending her armour. “You and the Allfather will see eye to eye soon enough, I’m sure. It’s like you and Loki. You two always come to peace eventually.” she said, stabbing a needle through the thick leather. ”Blood’s thicker than water and all that” “Shit’s thicker than wine, doesn’t mean I have to drink it”

When he and Loki were little, they often whispered to each other at night- under the blankets, childishly believing that this way Heimdall could not see them-of made-up adventures featuring their parents, and whenever Odin failed to save the damsel in distress or win a duel with a formidable adversary, Heimdall always filled the gap. Later, when he was a bit older and his legs were strong enough to run before anyone could catch him, he used to sneak out of the palace to visit Heimdall at his post, sometimes dragging Loki with him, groggy and complaining the whole way to the bridge, but oft alone; pestering the Guardian for tales of battles and adventures happening galaxies away. Back then, it seemed to Thor that Heimdall had the power to do anything. Perhaps, it was the boy in him that still believed that to be true. “Can you see anything?” he asked, looking up at Heimdall with wonder.

“I am forbidden from telling you what is happening in Alfheimr” Heimdall replied, voice soft and placating. Thor grimaced. Of course. “That may be so” he scrambled to his feet gracelessly, like a foal unsure of its feet. “But surely you must be able to tell me what goes on in other realms?” he added, trying - and failing- to keep the hope out of his voice.

There was a pause, no more than a heartbeat or two, but to Thor, with Heimdall’s molten-gold eyes fixed on him in careful consideration, it appeared an eternity, the silence stretching and making him itch under the clandestine scrutiny, too big for his skin. He had energy to burn.

”There are two nations on Midgard about to go to war” the Guardian finally spoke. Now that in itself was no surprise, Earth was still in its infancy, the youngest of all the Nine Realms and by far, the most oblivious to the remaining eight. Humans have warred amongst each other a great deal; for land, for resources and recently, also for their faith. At times for all three. They were mostly left to their own devices, their petty squabbles insignificant on a grander scale unless it threatened the balance to upset the balance of other worlds. Thor knew there must be a reason why Heimdall chose to share this knowledge. He nodded.

”There is one among them but not of them” Heimdall continued. ”One that engineered the whole conflict. Great many lives will be lost. They will be slaughtered” he said, and had Thor not spent so much time in the Watcher’s presence his voice would have had the illusion of being entirely without inflection.

”Send me”Thor said, too quickly, strapping the long sword to his back, adjusting his vambraces hastily to hide his excited nerves. ”Thor--” ”Father is not on Hlidskjalf, you know that” he stood before Heimdall now, bright with hope and anticipation. ”I will not take Mjolnir with me and I will be back before morn”

”Very well” Heimdall finally aquiesced, somehow sounding more a monarch than either Odin or Thor, for that matter, could ever hope to emulate.”You will have but several hours to turn the tide”

”It will be enough”Thor grinned, full of self-assurance. ”How will I know them?”

”You will”

Urgh. Thor groaned, face first in the snow. He really really needed to work on his landing. The Bifrost set him down at the outer reaches of the Swedish Highlands, close enough so that he could run through the dark pine forest and reach the armies advancing onto each-other but far enough so that he did not alert them too much of his presence. Not that they would have cared on second thought, distracted already as they were by fire falling from the sky. He assumed that it wasn’t commonplace, given the commotion it caused. Some tried to flee, though few were lucky enough to succeed, bodies turned to ash in moments. Rear lines suffered greatly, it was no accident that the fire had struck there, separating the Northern armies from their supplies. Some still tried to charge. Thor swore, walking through the smoke. “Fall back! Fall back, you fools!” he bellowed, loud over cries and crackling of fire.

Looking ahead, he finally saw her, shielded from the cold Scandinavian winds by nothing else other than black silk. She looked small and fragile and human enough for Midgardians to be fooled.

He grabbed the hilt of his longsword, pulling it from its sheath on his back in one smooth motion, quicksilver flash of steel. ”It’s hardly fair, don’t you think?” he shouted to her, smirking. ”Should we not let the mortals battle it out for themselves?”

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Emilia Mercer

Tyr Vanth
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Many years old
49 posts
Jan 4 2018, 11:45 PM
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters


Satisfaction curled Tyr Vanth's lips upwards as dispassionate eyes watched the pandemonium from above. Each flick of her eyes urged the great pillar of flame to follow a long trail around the bulk of the Swedish forces, the trail of impossibly hot flame left by the twister ensured that there would be no retreat. These men wouldn't survive to fight another day; she couldn't brook the resistance of these mortals. Panic filled the valley below as the northmen began to realize their situation; flame hot enough to turn their pitiful forms to ash in moments had flanked them three ways, and the fourth direction was filled to the brim with angry englishmen. A glance across the field told her that the Swedish commanders had fled the field, no doubt keeping themselves well away from the conflagration that had turned their tentative victory into a crushing defeat. Smart. A shame the cowardice would only prolong their demise.

"Close your mouth, my Lord. One might mistake you for a drooling simpleton with it agape." Her General had been utterly shocked by the development; for good reason. Magic on such a destructive scale hadn't been used in hundreds of years. Not since the days of Merlin and Arthur. A heavy sigh brought chilly air into the woman's lungs at the thought of simpler days, when a dragon could just be a dragon without having to worry about skulking around like a criminal. Tyr Vanth had only reached for the horse's saddle to when a brilliant column of rainbow light fell from the sky, far enough away from her army to avoid notice but she hadn't stood in a valley.

Tyr Vanth had been such a threat to peace that Asgard had noticed? A wide grin spread the woman's lips thin at the thought of gaining the All-Father's attention. They had been allies in repelling the Jotun invasion some centuries before, but no doubt that alliance had ended the moment Laufey crawled back to his forlorn world to simper and lick his wounds. Keen eyes caught movement in the woods only moments after the bifrost's light faded from midgard, but where she expected a cadre of soldiers only one appeared. Curious, the woman's head tilted to the side as if to mimic a confused puppy as the man called out to the Swedes, and approached her with longsword drawn.

"You're no more invested in the goings on of today than the All-Father, Asgardian." Flattery had turned into something far more sour within the woman's heart when she realized that she hadn't gained Asgard's gaze, after all. They had once been so effective, but now? They were a lion resting on his laurels from victories long passed. In only a few short years they'd grow fat and useless. Not Tyr Vanth, though. Her wrath was as unending as her ambition; Earth had once been ruled by her forebears, and in time she would inherit her birthright.

Fierce brown eyes fell upon the tall blonde man who stood only meters from her, and though her mortal generals looked uneasy her gaze was as cold as the wind around her. "If you came to slay a dragon this day, Asgardian, you will find only disappointment," a sudden burst of heat pushed the cold wind away from her form to tussle at the man's long hair. Though the Asgardian was much too far to feel the effects of her mere existence on the world around her, he couldn't possibly miss the shimmering air and melting snow. "and pain."

That tornado of flame that had singed man and beast alike in the valley below lifted from the ground as if on some preternatural cue, its hollow base turning to face the hill they stood upon. The scorching squall surrounding the funnel cloud picked up in speed as the flames twisted around the cylinder until men and object alike were carried by the storm. Only a heartbeat passed before the supernatural inferno lunged forward at the hill, threatening to bathe the whole area in flames hot enough maybe even a particularly brash Asgardian may not be able to defy.

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Thor Odinson

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Jan 8 2018, 05:06 PM
Stars are only visible in darkness ,
Fear is ever-changing and evolving.
Ash clung to him as he moved through the smoke like wading through water; snuck into every crevice of his light armour, clung to his arms and cheeks, brows and lashes, shimmered in the dimming light of Swedish afternoon like speckles of dust.

The battlefield in the valley was a hurricane of chaos. Screams of anguish and cries for help giving way to whimpers and heart-wrenching sobs, slowly drowned out by the crackle and roar of the fire. He wished desperately to help them, to send them salvation-bestowing rain, extinguish the fire and soothe the scorched earth, he regretted foregoing Mjolnir then. Storms had followed Thor, his moods reflected in the heavens above always, and so they did now. The skies above twisted and darkened, their grey underbellies flickering with electricity, promise of thick ropes of lightning and heavy rainfall, but without his hammer he could not call upon them at will, could not command them the way these people needed. Rain could not come fast enough for them. Frustration wrapped itself around his core, gripped his heart with helplessness, a tension behind his eyes that felt like current running through his limbs, sharp and sudden, gone in a blink of an eye. Thor helped where he could, pulling soldiers from beneath collapsed make-shift fortifications and fallen horses, spiked with arrows. Cursing, he threw off a burning wagon, the frightened animal trapped under it, fleeing, near-stumbling over its legs in the hurry to escape.

“You hardly leave yourself much to conquer, m’lady” Thor shouted to her, commenting on the state of the affair, curiosity taking the bite out of his smirk. Surely, it would have been against her wishes to cause so much damage to the country she surely wished to make her dominium. He had not expected an adversary of quite this magnitude. Earth was hardly a prize worthy enough to warrant such use of power, nothing more than a interim between worlds, there was little to gain here. It had vast lands, to be sure, but primitive technology - though Thor had always thought the ingenuity commendable- and superstitious inhabitants that feared everything they did not understand. It seldom attracted attention of other worlds, other singular beings for that matter; the last of it was the Jotun invasion as far as Thor knew. Those who sought great riches found merely enough to whet their appetite and for those who sought fame it offered little more bounty that simply something many would get mocked for, where was the glory in subjugating a land at the dawn of its time, so open, so defenceless, that it had oft worshipped their Thor’s own kind as deities, prayed to them for good winds, fruitful hunts and even better luck.

”Not a dragon, but a witch perhaps?”Thor grinned, all-teeth, humour and foreboding in equal measure.”From what I hear Midgardians aren’t overly fond of those”.

The gust of air that had reached him, a ghost of heat dispersing back into the cold mere inches from his face, felt nothing more than a mild zephyr, not unlike the one that cut through the northeast winter winds at the brink of spring, a harbinger of warmer and longer days. It was deceptive mildness, however, before him the air shuddered with calefaction as if they had stood in the desert rather than land seized tightly in the grip of ice, the weeks old snow melting wherever the heatwave touched it. It was not enough to dampen Thor’s bravado. He had expected it to be a brief strife, something to vent out the nervous energy at not being able to pursue grander, more glorious battlefields of Alfheimr and Vanaheimr, a substitute, to leech out the venom from his blood, the one that always had him spoiling for a fight, made him light-headed and reckless, just short of berserk rage. He knew now that the woman he faced was a far more formidable adversary he could have hoped for. “So be it”

Sheer hellfire unfolded onto the hill, the flames and smoke raising from the ground like the sulphuric vapours of Muspelheimr, threatening again to consume everything; human and beast alike, leave nothing behind but ash and bone and blackened hardwood. Thor threw himself into the fray, head first and clear of doubt. Flames nipped at him, licking at the bright red cape before he unfastened it from his shoulders, the heavy, singed fabric tumbling to the ground like a fallen standard.

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Emilia Mercer

Tyr Vanth
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49 posts
Jan 15 2018, 06:18 PM
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters


Tyr Vanth's shoulders buckled and shook at the man's comment. Laughter had not been a thing that often wormed past her lips, but such an expression had done just that. The world was filled with mortals who would dare defy her draconic might, and no doubt this very battle would shatter the back of any resistance that may remain. The will of mortals was an easy thing to crush, after all. Something to be done with the flick of her wrist, or an uttered word. "In all my years; I hadn't known Asgardians to be short-sighted. Tis quite the sight, like a dog walking on his hind legs, or a pig who learned all-speak."

Echoes of laughter called to her in the wind even as the jubilation fell from between her lips. Though it may have left, a genuine smile remained. Had the context not have been so sinister, perhaps the passive observer would have thought it to be a delicate, pretty thing, incapable of speaking words that could rend reality by their mere utterance. Words of a far more mundane sort reached his ears shortly thereafter, surely much to his relief, "Humans aren't overly fond of anything that's not among their ranks. They can barely stand each other. Give them time, you will see."

There was power in words. A strength beyond anything that even Asgard could comprehend with their pseudo-magical might. The massive Asgardian threw himself at her in spite of the inferno that descended upon the hill, burning away the cadre of lords and horses as though they were paper. Wicked wind mingled with hellfire as the burning Asgardian reached the center of the conflagration, no doubt ready to pierce her heart with the tip of that Uru blade. Another uttered word shredded the laws of causality before that blade could find purchase. Tyr Vanth's form flickered and shifted into motes of ash and dust, leaving nothing but air for that impossibly sharp blade to rend.

Only a heartbeat passed before her form materialized to his left, a longsword that was nearly as long as she was in her right hand. That delicate smile had been replaced by something far more wild and jubilant. Behind her, the swirling flames shifted from around them to construct the neck and head of a grand dragon. Details were lost among the living flame that comprised it,
"None have had the gall to trade blows with me since the Jotuns invaded this realm. They learned a lesson in respecting one's elders.

"Heimdall! You see the chance I give this whelp, call the bifrost and take him, before I take him myself"
the woman's head had gazed up at the darkened sky, but slowly fell to regard the boy before her, "One chance is all you will receive, boy. Leave midgard. Asgard would not brook two masters, and from this moment on Earth shall follow suit."

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Thor Odinson

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Jan 27 2018, 09:44 AM
Stars are only visible in darkness ,
Fear is ever-changing and evolving.
He expected her to do a lot of things, what he did not expect however was for the to laugh or more specifically laugh at him. Under any other circumstance her laughter would have been a pretty thing, tinkling and joyful. Here, however, it was an eerie, almost hollow sound, oddly ill-suited to the petite and dainty form this woman wore, like a rattle of a crow. It seemed as strange and unfamiliar to Thor’s own ears as it were to hers, as if she rarely did it, rarer still had occasion to. As her laughter died, her smile remained. It occurred to Thor, perhaps belatedly, that she must have unleashed her rule of terror on the mortal world before, that this; this chaos filled with choking clouds of smoke and cries of those left behind to burn, was more than a mere show of might for Thor, a threat and a challenge that he knew he could withstand and surely so did she. No, it was one for the Midgardians above all else, for fear and uncertainty had frequently sown doubts in their fickle hearts, and these who doubted would have reason to cause dissent. This was to show them, as well as Thor, that there would be no other power beyond this, that the lives of those who served her were as meaningless to her as the flames she could summon, and as easy for her to snuff out. ”Yes, well. I’m short-sighted than most” Thor snapped. ”Or so I’m told”

Sans cloak, he had managed to come from the hellfire relatively unscartched. It heartened Thor, as luck often did; to come away intact when he scarcely expected to, the winds strong enough to deafen the roar of adrenaline in his ears.

"Humans aren't overly fond of anything that's not among their ranks. They can barely stand each other. Give them time, you will see."

Not that different from us then he growled, grip tightening on the longsword’s hilt, moving to swing at his opponent, aiming to strike down in one single, smooth, blow. What it cut through however, was nothing else but thin air as the woman’s form distorted itself like an image reflected in the surface of a lake, flecks of dust and ash left in her place, not unlike the illusions his brother had just learned to spin. Of course, it would only be his luck that this was an extraordinarily competent witch. Thor cursed under his breath. “What the--” A heartbeat, and she was there again, materialising out of nowhere. His fingers curled around emptiness before his eyes could even register what really too place. The heavy sword, near enough as long as she was tall, held firmly in the witch’s hand. His attention, however, was stolen at what took place behind her, a whirlwind of fire taking an almost corporeal form; shaping a thick neck, a fang-bearing snout, the living flames distorting the silhouette in places. The red and orange of the fire seeming even brighter against the charcoal ceiling of storm clouds gathering over head. If I could only make it rain Thor thought desperately, frustration and anger wrestling within himself. I could stop this.

I need to make it rain

”Unlucky for us both that I’m a slow learner” Thor hissed through gritted teeth, swinging his arm for her, finding flesh instead of motes of dust this time. Felt electricity spark in his fingers as the skies roared with quickening thunder. Heimdall, no, please. I just need more time ”And what will you be the master of? You destroy what you seek to conquer”

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Emilia Mercer

Tyr Vanth
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Feb 5 2018, 12:23 PM
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters


"Speak for yourself, Asgardian. I do not hate," Tyr held the germanic longsword lazily in one hand as she spoke. The hunk of steel was nearly as long as she was, yet the women carried it as though it weighed less than a feather, "as a matter of fact, the All-Father and I were once great allies. Should you decide to put aside this petty tantrum, I would happily sup with any of your betters. Perhaps even this great Thor that the spirits tell me so much about." Tyr Vanth's head tilted as she regarded the boy. He certainly had something of a resemblance to the All-Father, yet he hadn't the hammer nor the brutish skill to match. No. This whelp was not the won of Odin All-Father. She wept for Asgard if that were the case.

On the other hand, most in the other realms were known for somewhat over-hyping Asgardian martial prowess. Tyr Vanth's focus may not have been on the long-blade -- as a matter of fact she rather loathed the use of such uncivilized combat -- but it would work in a pinch. Without warning, her face dropped to a neutral expression and the tip of her longsword was nestled into the ground between her feet. Animated flames roared and crackled in the cold winter air, their movement casting shadows that danced in the void between the two entities.

"A slow wit will get you killed in this exchange, boy. You may think that my mastery over eldritch forces is mighty, but I've only just begun. I've ruined nations with a few errant words, and it'll take far less for you to suffer the same fate." A dark sort of beauty played across the woman's face as she spoke, her otherwise soft and delicate features sharpened by the brilliant light behind her. The world itself seemed to hold it's breath while the Dragon's hands fell down to rest on the pommel of her longsword, yet that pregnant pause was only broken when the oafish asgardian opened his mouth one last time.

Tyr Vanth rolled her eyes, the menacing aura falling away into something far more exasperated.

"Because war is much, much more than combat my dear child. Humans are weak willed. Shatter them properly, and they have as much backbone as a hound." Each word was delivered with a slow, deliberate cadence. As though she were speaking to a moronic child. This boy may have known something of combat, but he knew nothing of war. War existed in more than just mere combat and troop movements, and even beyond having proper supplies delivered to the front.

War existed everywhere. In the mind of the men who would fight her, and who would fight against her. In their wives and children and mothers who fear losing their sons and husbands and fathers. Whatever experience this boy had with war would be hard pressed to fill a thimble; had she been a few hundred years older perhaps she'd have the patience to instruct him. As it stood, however, her mood had slowly shifted to fire and flame.

Without warning that massive construct of draconic flame reared it's head back and opened it's jaw wide. The creature's maw was large enough for three horses to ride in side by side, and much longer than it was wide. Igneous jaws moved with surprising speed as they snapped down, taking a good chunk of the charred earth with them as they closed around the moronic asgardian. Heat enough to melt Uru would have surrounded him, were he not quick. Power enough to snap castle walls and pierce a hundred men fell in behind each one of the creature's flaming teeth.

Hopefully the boy was as slow as he was stupid, but something told her that she could only be so lucky.

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