Valkyrie watched the city fly by as her carriage drivers rushed her through town and to the east where the airfield lay a short distance past the last homestead. The field consisted of a huge flat expanse of short cut grass with windsocks flapping at each corner. The wind was fairly mild today, just enough to occasionally move the large pendants.The airship was even more impressive up close. It was a monstrosity of modern engineering. Over 100 meters long, the top portion was an elongated balloon with metal ribbing. It was fully inflated and hovered above the ground. Below the main balloon was a long enclosed section that looked like a glass enclosed ship had been glued to the underside of the balloon.Near the center, there was a large glass dome that would allow passengers to look down at the ground below. Val could see two additional smaller balloons that attached to the side of the main section. She wondered what might keep such a craft aloft. Had someone discovered how to harne
Valkyrie drifted on a sea of dreams as the airship cruised through the night sky. Alone for the first time in months, Val had locked the door to the tiny room and gleefully fell into bed, exhausted. Now, memory and dream warred within her mind as violet eyes watched her from afar. Blood splattered a wall as Johnson’s head exploded. Val imagined a thousand ways she could have, no, SHOULD have killed Byron that night. A second faster and it would have been Byron’s head with the hole in it. In another iteration she sent her palm into his neck, activating the dagger there to slice open his neck. As the world reset, a throwing knife flew from her wrist the smack into the man’s temple, sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap. Then she was aboard Sea Banshee, Captain Talwater standing beside her. He saluted smartly, fist to heart. “Lady Reaper. What are your orders?” “The crew are away safely?” she asked. “Aye, My lady. All are present and accounted for. Major Gunner has ten men wit
Valkyrie worked under Andrea’s intense scrutiny for what felt like several hours. she memorized the mixes needed for several new poisons that ranged from paralytics to delayed certain death. Val was excited about the potential that several of them provided. Puking ones guts out for hours on end seemed a particularly cruel way to die but she could already think of at least three men she would gladly feed such too. These less lethal concoctions might also serve as punishments for those men in her employ who chose to disobey but had not earned a death sentence. “Your time is nearly up,” Andrea said from the other side of the workstation. “I will send you a list of ingredients to be on the lookout for.” “Time? Am I already in Caradon? I thought it was week-long trip.” “Dear, in your world, it has been three days. You have been working with me this entire time. Your body can survive for a long time on the spark’s energy but you will need physical food soon. Besides, I am certain your co
“What do you think causes the airship to lift?” Rowan’s question broke Valkyrie’s thoughts as she gazed out the window. “Hu?” “The airship. I heard the crew talking about the balloons. I have seen hot air balloons but those are not sustainable to lift as many people as we had aboard. There was simply too much weight.” Marcum joined in, “I heard that the scientists have created some new super light foam that allows them to insulate and contain hydrogen gas. The flammability is contained within the insulating bubbles.” Val wished she had taken the time to examine the structure more. Perhaps if she got the chance to ride on one back to Durres she would check to see if it was human ingenuity or if someone had utilized scath power. She would know within a few months for sure when her men reported back on the integration of the vessel into the Black Fleet. “what do you think?” Rowan asked, directing attention back to Valkyrie. She sighed, bored with a conversation that would lead nowhe
“And you, dear? What has brought you to Caradon?” Lady Lacilia asked. “Perhaps you seek your father?” Val was rocked from her mental wonderings by the question and thought furiously how to answer. “I have no intention of seeking my father out. I have other business in Caradon.” “I see. Well, I suppose it is for the best. I heard about your mother leaving with you many years ago. Your father was heartbroken that she left him. but I suppose time heals some wounds. He now has two sons and a young daughter. The oldest I believe is turning ten this year.” It was as if a knife was stabbing her heart. She had known that her father had likely moved on. That was the point of getting rid of her after all wasn’t it? She wasn’t good enough to be his heir, so toss her and her mother out and start over. All Val knew was that he was a cold bastard that had cost her mother her life and sentenced her to grow up on the streets. If it hadn’t been for Desmond, she would likely have ended up with the s
Valkyrie left the man unconscious in the tent and stole a bottle of liquor from the back of the merchant cart. She used it to clean her hands of blood, making sure to let the drops splash all over the man. She set the open bottle in his hands and examined her work. Her hands might stink of liquor for a bit, but the scene was convincing for anyone that found him.If he tried to tell the tale of a girl knifing him, most would likely pass it off as drunken hallucinations and his own bad luck. Val slipped back into the crown and continued through the fair. When a patrol of guardsmen stomped towards her, Val slipped into a large tent. She watched as they passed and then turned to leave through the back. She stopped when she nearly collided with a lady with huge glasses and long silvery dreadlocks in her hair.“A fae princess wanders into my tent, what fortune is this?”“I am no princess.”“She denies the royal blood but accepts the claim of fae? Curious. Curious indeed. Come, dear girl. Le
The next day, the four companions set out to visit the festival. Val had dressed with her armored corset hidden beneath a loose green tunic and had begrudgingly put on a long skirt to match. Reilynn had insisted that she could not go out in pants in the capital, it was just not done by ladies of any standing.Val was glad she could at least still conceal a few weapons about her person, and now that she had restocked many of her scath units, she would have access to at least a few rune daggers thanks to her spark. She had once again replaced two of the now full citrine from her hair for empty ones, hoping to get a chance at a few more scath wraths today. She would still have several units on her at all times now, with the storage to fill 16 more should the opportunity arise.Reilynn for her part was dressed in a red sun dress that danced around her ankles and a large hat. When they met the boys downstairs, Valkyrie thought they looked rather dashing in their flat caps a
Reilynn’s voice broke her from her thoughts as she tugged her brother Marcum towards the sound of the shooting contest.“I want to try that one!” she declared.Marcum looked at his sister with suprize, “You want to try using a firearm? As far as I know you have never even touched one.”“They are loud and uncouth but the ones they have here are not so bad. At least I don’t have to throw something. Its just stand and point right?” Reilynn asked arrogantly.Valkyrie suppressed a grin. Reilynn was not wrong that the simple rifles that the carnival had were notably quieter than most she had encountered while with the pirates or the very loud shotguns her guards had used when fending off the assassins. The only exception had been the suppressed pistol she had sent back to Durres. That one had been similar in noise to what she could hear coming from the booth.“It takes a bit more skill than that,” Marcum insisted. “It wouldn’t be a carnival attraction if there wasn’t a decent bit of skill i