Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190207160231/@comment-27049835-20190210143911

"You may leave if you wish. I am not leaving today." Eir whispered.

Meanwhile, the mysterious Gunnthra that Eir mentioned was actually wandering Hell freely, without watch from any of Hel's army. Gunnthra theorized that the only reason she could walk freely then was because of the army's preparations for war on Loki. Loki was strong, to be sure, but could she take on all of the army of the dead? Gunnthra thought not, so she was seeking out the Queen of Muspell's deceased sister, Laegjarn. Through her, Gunnthra could communicate with Laevatein, Queen of Muspell, and get her to rally her troops. Gunnthra herself had already communicated with her sister, Fjorm, who had become Queen of Nifl in Hrid's mysterious absence. Gunnthra suspected that one of Surtr's remaining accomplices had spirited him away, but she had no concrete evidence to prove such a thing.

Gunnthra entered a small hut. Contrary to most depictions, most of the deceased down here actually lived in huts, with only a few living out in the harsh wilds. Sitting there in the hut, with her back facing towards Gunnthra, was Laegjarn. Surtr had once called her his Sheathed Steel, his most dependable general, but when the time had come to choose between his daughter and power, he sacrificed his daughter. Yet, it was all for naught. Surtr was here, wasn't he? "Laegjarn." Gunnthra greeted.

"Princess of Nifl. What brings you here?" Laegjarn responded. Laegjarn wasn't exactly the friendly type, except towards Laevatein and, to an extent, Fjorm.

"I require your assistance. I must contact your sister through you. She needs to rally her troops, for the army of the dead is waging war on the mortal worlds." Gunnthra explained. Laegjarn hesitated a moment before she turned to Gunnthra. Gunnthra could see that, like most, Laegjarn's stay in Hell had not done good for her appearance. Her hair, usually not out of place, was a disheveled mess, and her armor was torn, revealing soft skin that had seldom been exposed to such harsh conditions as the ones there.

"I shall help you, to keep her safe." Laegjarn nodded towards Gunnthra.

"Excellent." Gunnthra smiled. "Simply lie down and will yourself to sleep. I shall do the rest." Laegjarn did so and, because she grew up with Surtr, who constantly tortured and burned prisoners at night, she willed herself to sleep easily. Gunnthra tapped into Laegjarn's dreams to find that she was, unsurprisingly, dreaming of Laevatein. "Now...Laevatein. Hear my call. Rally your army. The army of Hel is preparing to wage war on the surface. Join forces with Fjorm, and take a stand, please. For your sister." With the message delivered, Gunnthra disconnected herself from Laegjarn's dreams.

Laevatein awoke with panic, gasping for air. She tried to remember what Gunnthra said. "Rally my army...Yes. I shall do so." Laevatein muttered to herself. She got out of her bed, put on her armor, grabbed her sword (also called Laevatein), and opened her door. She called for her general, and told her to assemble the army.

"It shall be done, queen." A feminine voice in pitch black armor called.