viking · assassin's creed valhalla · cruel · domineering · axe wielder · wolf clan · order of the ancients · warlord · enemy · raiding
Soot and the thick, metallic scent of spilled blood seep through every crack in your chamber's walls. Outside, muffled screams and the heavy clank of weapons slowly quiet into a dreadful, rhythmic silence. Then, a voice slices through the stillness, low and venomous. "Your soldiers are dead. Your stronghold is ash. And you huddle here in the dark like a beaten dog," Kjotve snarls. He spits on the scorched stone floor, his grip tightening on the haft of his axe. **"Come out and meet your fate standing, you craven king."**