Dobrynia's Path Series
About this series: “My name is Dobrynia. I was hand chosen by the All-Father Odin as a warrior maiden, as a Valkyrie of legend. My universe is no more, and so I am displaced. See my path there, and follow my adventures as I forge new alliances and traverse worlds as if they were stepping stones in a brook. I stand for Truth and Justice, and in following my oath to Odin, I vow to dispel evil and darkness wherever I might find it. Let those who lurk in darkness and those who prey on innocents learn to fear my name. I am the Raven and I am the Wolf, and I will stand strong against corruption and bring light to the shadows, on this world and in worlds to follow. My path is the path of heroes.”
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Dobrynia's Path 1 - Dark Harbinger
Her name is Dobrynia. She is one of Odin’s Chosen, a beautiful Valkyrie sent to claim the souls of great warriors for Valhalla. Her world, however, has grown stagnant and dull. And so, Dobrynia has risked all she knows to enter the mysterious portal that has appeared, leading into the unknown. She steps into our modern world, and in many ways enters the mouth of Hell. Rating: EXTREME controversy.
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Justice.
The single word stood out among the many thoughts and images running through the woman’s mind. This world was different, very different from the one she’d left behind, but the greed and hatred among men were as deep and constant as they’d been back home. Also, and just like it was on her world, the weak and powerless were the primary targets of these selfish and relentless predators.
The raven-haired watcher had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of this strange, new place, but the injustice and cruelty she witnessed demanded that she take action. No matter how she tried to avoid it, the blatant acts of crime and violence clamored to the forefront of her thoughts until she took matters into her own capable hands.
The furtive movements of two young men, she’d heard them referred to as ‘cholos’ a few times, caught her attention earlier. She’d followed them from a distance, watching as they whispered their intentions and garbed themselves with black, woolen masks that covered their entire heads. She’d watched as they jumped a wooden fence, then rushed towards a sleepy residence and barged in through the unguarded back door. Their screams and threats carried out into the darkness and stung bitterly at the cool night air.
Their targets: an unsuspecting elderly couple who’d made the costly mistake of living in a neighborhood rife with crime and poverty. The old couple mounted no defense, yet the two thugs still felt compelled to vent their anger and frustration on the old couple’s withered skins and frail bones. They might kill these people, she knew, even though it was so unnecessary to direct such violence against such pitiful creatures.
And so, the woman stealthily followed in the footsteps of these miscreants, her quiet footfalls carrying her across the darkened backyard, and through the threshold of the residence. She’d been so silent that she’d made it as far as the couple’s bedroom doorway, before the pair of ruffians became aware of her presence.
“Come and test your skill against one trained by Odin himself.” Her words were cold as ice, her resolve as strong as steel. “You shall not find me lacking.”
And they came, as they always did, muttering their vile and menacing threats as if to embolden their callous intentions.
On her world, justice was a swift and harsh beast. It plunged into the heart of evil, and ripped at it with piercing talons. It screeched its throaty and shrill cry at its adversary, and met its ugly force with an equal and powerful response. And like an animal, her version of justice held no remorse or compassion for those who dared infringe upon the rights of others.
The Valkyrie tensed for action, and remaining true to her nature, she commenced the fray herself.
The single word stood out among the many thoughts and images running through the woman’s mind. This world was different, very different from the one she’d left behind, but the greed and hatred among men were as deep and constant as they’d been back home. Also, and just like it was on her world, the weak and powerless were the primary targets of these selfish and relentless predators.
The raven-haired watcher had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of this strange, new place, but the injustice and cruelty she witnessed demanded that she take action. No matter how she tried to avoid it, the blatant acts of crime and violence clamored to the forefront of her thoughts until she took matters into her own capable hands.
The furtive movements of two young men, she’d heard them referred to as ‘cholos’ a few times, caught her attention earlier. She’d followed them from a distance, watching as they whispered their intentions and garbed themselves with black, woolen masks that covered their entire heads. She’d watched as they jumped a wooden fence, then rushed towards a sleepy residence and barged in through the unguarded back door. Their screams and threats carried out into the darkness and stung bitterly at the cool night air.
Their targets: an unsuspecting elderly couple who’d made the costly mistake of living in a neighborhood rife with crime and poverty. The old couple mounted no defense, yet the two thugs still felt compelled to vent their anger and frustration on the old couple’s withered skins and frail bones. They might kill these people, she knew, even though it was so unnecessary to direct such violence against such pitiful creatures.
And so, the woman stealthily followed in the footsteps of these miscreants, her quiet footfalls carrying her across the darkened backyard, and through the threshold of the residence. She’d been so silent that she’d made it as far as the couple’s bedroom doorway, before the pair of ruffians became aware of her presence.
“Come and test your skill against one trained by Odin himself.” Her words were cold as ice, her resolve as strong as steel. “You shall not find me lacking.”
And they came, as they always did, muttering their vile and menacing threats as if to embolden their callous intentions.
On her world, justice was a swift and harsh beast. It plunged into the heart of evil, and ripped at it with piercing talons. It screeched its throaty and shrill cry at its adversary, and met its ugly force with an equal and powerful response. And like an animal, her version of justice held no remorse or compassion for those who dared infringe upon the rights of others.
The Valkyrie tensed for action, and remaining true to her nature, she commenced the fray herself.
Dobrynia's Path 2 - Ragnarok
This is a story of adventure and glory, of great battles and wars, of triumphs and defeats taking place on the Nine Worlds of Viking lore. Ragnarok has come, and as a result, an entire universe is starting to collapse in on itself. The warrior Dobrynia must rally her fellow Valkyrie, perhaps to defy even the gods as she struggles to save her world from destruction. Rating: HIGH controversy.
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The Beginning Of The End
“The tracks end here.” The gruff voice of Brynhilde was heard, from a few yards ahead. The rough woman’s fiery red hair and black cloak was a sharp contrast to the wintry landscape all around them.
The other two Valkyrie, Dobrynia and Geirhold, trudged through the barren trees and loose snow to get to her. Due to the cold, they all wore furred clothing over their armor. They even gripped their weapons with gloved hands.
“It will snow again, soon.” The blonde Geirhold noted, as she stared up at the darkening, tumultuous sky.
“Small matter.” Brynhilded told her. “Let the snow come as it will. What say you, Dobrynia?”
The raven-haired woman stepped next to her mentor, taking in the sparse and lonely landscape. They’d traversed through a cold region already in following those strange tracks that should not have been there. The creatures that made those tracks did not belong in that world, the world of men known as Midgard. Now, they’d reached the edge of living things, where the meager trees ended and the vast frozen tundra began.
“By Odin’s decree, we must go wherever the tracks will lead us.” Dobrynia said.
“Of course, of course.” Brynhilde stated, keeping her gaze on the empty land before them, and on the high mountains that could be seen in the far distance. “I fear this is the beginning of the end. This is the Great Filbumwinter of prophecy, which comes just before Ragnarok.”
Dobrynia opened her mouth to speak, but it was Geirhold’s voice that came forth first.
“We cannot be certain of that.” The blonde warrior said.
“The gods of Asgard tremble.” Brynhilde reminded them.
Truly, all three Valkyrie had seen how the faces of their gods had been filled with uncertainty and trepidation, just before Odin sent them on their mission.
“We will know the truth of it soon enough.” Their unruly captain said. “We can no longer follow our prey in our natural forms. Let us transform ourselves here, and let our hunt for these foul creatures continue.”
With that, and despite the freezing temperatures, all three Valkyrie began to undress.
Dobrynia worried as much as the others, for the beginning of Ragnarok would herald the destruction of the Nine Worlds.
“The tracks end here.” The gruff voice of Brynhilde was heard, from a few yards ahead. The rough woman’s fiery red hair and black cloak was a sharp contrast to the wintry landscape all around them.
The other two Valkyrie, Dobrynia and Geirhold, trudged through the barren trees and loose snow to get to her. Due to the cold, they all wore furred clothing over their armor. They even gripped their weapons with gloved hands.
“It will snow again, soon.” The blonde Geirhold noted, as she stared up at the darkening, tumultuous sky.
“Small matter.” Brynhilded told her. “Let the snow come as it will. What say you, Dobrynia?”
The raven-haired woman stepped next to her mentor, taking in the sparse and lonely landscape. They’d traversed through a cold region already in following those strange tracks that should not have been there. The creatures that made those tracks did not belong in that world, the world of men known as Midgard. Now, they’d reached the edge of living things, where the meager trees ended and the vast frozen tundra began.
“By Odin’s decree, we must go wherever the tracks will lead us.” Dobrynia said.
“Of course, of course.” Brynhilde stated, keeping her gaze on the empty land before them, and on the high mountains that could be seen in the far distance. “I fear this is the beginning of the end. This is the Great Filbumwinter of prophecy, which comes just before Ragnarok.”
Dobrynia opened her mouth to speak, but it was Geirhold’s voice that came forth first.
“We cannot be certain of that.” The blonde warrior said.
“The gods of Asgard tremble.” Brynhilde reminded them.
Truly, all three Valkyrie had seen how the faces of their gods had been filled with uncertainty and trepidation, just before Odin sent them on their mission.
“We will know the truth of it soon enough.” Their unruly captain said. “We can no longer follow our prey in our natural forms. Let us transform ourselves here, and let our hunt for these foul creatures continue.”
With that, and despite the freezing temperatures, all three Valkyrie began to undress.
Dobrynia worried as much as the others, for the beginning of Ragnarok would herald the destruction of the Nine Worlds.
