Home.

Not the halls of Asgard, that glitter and gleam with such opulence, but what you call your true home.

The Battlefield.

You have heard it said that war never changes and perhaps they are correct in regards to its purpose and its nature. However, you have indeed watched war change over the ages, the weapons and methods especially.

The battlefields of today are thick with the smell of explosions and smoke. Though the sounds remain much the same, punctuated by the thundercrack of firearms and bombs.

The battle that Odin has called you to fight and take the honored dead to Valhalla is on a field in a place called San Antonio in a land called Texas on Midgard.

The battle has already begun and you must make haste.

Breaking through the clouds above, you view the killing field. Night. Flashes from explosions light the field well enough. Scorched earth and combatants scurry about like ants from your high vantage point.

The Army of Revelations is pitched in battle with the forces of Odin's mortal allies, a nation called The United States of America. Your eyes, the eyes of a veteran, make a quick appraisal.

Odin's allies are losing.

You see three opportunities to help turn the tide.

One, an armored tank is preparing to bombard the Clan of America, promising death for a great number of warriors. Familiar with such a siege engine, you know it is primed and nearly ready to fire.

Second, a strange creature, large and oily purple, with manifold spiked tentacles and a great gaping maw is devouring American clansmen at an alarming rate. Their firearms seemingly having no effect on this monster.

Third, a group of hooded Worshippers of Leviathan, the Great Enemy of All, are in the midst of an unknown ritual. Strange esoteric symbols glow with sickening purple light beneath their kneeling forms. You can feel their corruption infecting the ambient Essence of the battlefield. You can only guess as to the purpose of this ritual, though it cannot be good.

There is no question in your mind that you cannot extirpate and route all three of these enemies. The only question is in what order you should gut them in.

Diving from the clouds, you begin to feel it. The exaltation of battle, the truest pleasure a Valkyrie can feel, taking hold in the viscera of you.

The wind whips your form, tickling you with powerful gusts.

The sights and sounds of battle are like promises of love and passion to your ears.

The killing field grows larger...closer...

Almost home...
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