This HTML5 document contains 8 embedded RDF statements represented using HTML+Microdata notation.

The embedded RDF content will be recognized by any processor of HTML5 Microdata.

PrefixNamespace IRI
n7http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/ontology/
dctermshttp://purl.org/dc/terms/
n9http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/YnHhdJIHxQScXa9zMOICVA==
n2http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/vF3bqWzbFvmvlCiDHIYqiQ==
n10http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/0rJ5o5zZVh3FdzsWhgwupg==
rdfshttp://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#
n8http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/p0soSanWqlPji6UG4Q-0gw==
n6http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/vRc1cHmLIDXt-UOGN8sLiA==
n4http://dbkwik.webdatacommons.org/resource/Rozboob4_9SjU3DRmnE-8w==
rdfhttp://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#
xsdhhttp://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#
Subject Item
n2:
rdfs:label
Valkia the Bloody
rdfs:comment
When a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh came into her hall, intrigued by her feral beauty, and commanded her to leave her rulership and join him as a slave girl, the warrior-queen took up her great spear, Slaupnir, and flew into the berserker rage, slaying the daemon and swearing that she would lay its head at the base of Khorne's throne in the realm of Chaos. Though she died on the journey, Khorne was impressed with her devotion enough to raise her up from death and grant her daemonhood.
dcterms:subject
n4: n6: n8: n9: n10:
n7:abstract
When a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh came into her hall, intrigued by her feral beauty, and commanded her to leave her rulership and join him as a slave girl, the warrior-queen took up her great spear, Slaupnir, and flew into the berserker rage, slaying the daemon and swearing that she would lay its head at the base of Khorne's throne in the realm of Chaos. Though she died on the journey, Khorne was impressed with her devotion enough to raise her up from death and grant her daemonhood. Charged with descending onto the battlefield to choose those worthy warriors of Norsca who will fight on in the Halls of the Blood God for all eternity after their deaths, Valkia has served her dark master well for uncounted centuries. She descends upon the field of glory, her armour drenched in blood and rays of light shining from her spear. The warriors of Norsca who praise mighty Khorne (which is to say, many of them) redouble their efforts in her presence, knowing that the Blood-Father despises cowards and will strike down those who flee or show weakness. And also that to gain the prize of fighting on in his hall for all time and becoming his chosen is a prize beyond all measure.