[A large man, shirtless and covered in scars, sat at the mini bar, attempting to flip through his given phone. Or at least as best as he could. His large fingers were having some trouble typing on the screen. With a glass in his other hand, just as small as the phone, Beowulf takes a sip; gaze growing darker and more annoyed by the second. With a click of his tongue the sipping soon turns into a gulp before he quickly reaches out to grab a whole bottle.]
Was never good with these things.
B - Red Springs
[So these springs not only had good food, decent baths and beds, but also a place for people to train their bodies. Or at least that's what he thought when he first heard about the training grounds, imagine his disappointment when it was simply for people to learn the basics of this land's magic. While Beowulf certainly wasn't one to overlook the value of such things, magic had never been his strong suite. In fact if anything he would rather avoid such things all together.
Cursed as they are.
In any case he had quickly returned to the inn and made himself comfortable in one of the baths. Hopefully no one is startled by the giant, hulking and glowering man entering the springs. One that is very unintentionally giving off some pretty murderous vibes and looking like a deadly predator about ready to spring loose.]
Evening friend.
[Oh snap he's also talking to you, he's looking at you with eyes that are both menacing and looking like your his next meal!]
C- for Carnival
[He really did enjoy festivals, seeing people going about, having fun and enjoying themselves was all a pleasure in and of itself to him. As odd as that might be to hear about from him. But it was true; maybe it was a holdover from his days as being a non-tyrannical king. Or at least as non-tyrannical as a king could be, he thought. Either way, it was always a joy to see people simply enjoying being alive. Especially when celebrating the warmer months.
Beowulf himself was taking his time in enjoying everything he could. From bouncing between stalls. Grabbing different foods and drinks, as well as messing with a few of the strongman challenges here and there.
Anyone he catches sulking about would immediately be honed in on. And anyone that needed help with one of the carnival's challenges would immediately finds themselves a very big, and very scary, friend.]
Punching out Giant Worms
[The zombies weren't all that terribly bad. Terrible sure, sure, but they were no draugers. It was a simple task for a large enough group to deal with them. Of course there also had to be more to it than just that.
A worm, a really, really big one, just leapt out from the ground beneath them. That was a change, but... well that would offer a bigger, better challenge than some shambling corpses.
Naegling swoops through the air as he moves to the side to avoid the creature crashing into him, and give it second thoughts.
If a worm can even think.
Yes, he is planning on fighting this thing. Help?]
[WILDCARD]
[Feel free to hit me up with whatever you'd like~!]
Beowulf | FGO | Healing/Siphon
[A large man, shirtless and covered in scars, sat at the mini bar, attempting to flip through his given phone. Or at least as best as he could. His large fingers were having some trouble typing on the screen. With a glass in his other hand, just as small as the phone, Beowulf takes a sip; gaze growing darker and more annoyed by the second. With a click of his tongue the sipping soon turns into a gulp before he quickly reaches out to grab a whole bottle.]
Was never good with these things.
B - Red Springs
[So these springs not only had good food, decent baths and beds, but also a place for people to train their bodies. Or at least that's what he thought when he first heard about the training grounds, imagine his disappointment when it was simply for people to learn the basics of this land's magic. While Beowulf certainly wasn't one to overlook the value of such things, magic had never been his strong suite. In fact if anything he would rather avoid such things all together.
Cursed as they are.
In any case he had quickly returned to the inn and made himself comfortable in one of the baths. Hopefully no one is startled by the giant, hulking and glowering man entering the springs. One that is very unintentionally giving off some pretty murderous vibes and looking like a deadly predator about ready to spring loose.]
Evening friend.
[Oh snap he's also talking to you, he's looking at you with eyes that are both menacing and looking like your his next meal!]
C- for Carnival
[He really did enjoy festivals, seeing people going about, having fun and enjoying themselves was all a pleasure in and of itself to him. As odd as that might be to hear about from him. But it was true; maybe it was a holdover from his days as being a non-tyrannical king. Or at least as non-tyrannical as a king could be, he thought. Either way, it was always a joy to see people simply enjoying being alive. Especially when celebrating the warmer months.
Beowulf himself was taking his time in enjoying everything he could. From bouncing between stalls. Grabbing different foods and drinks, as well as messing with a few of the strongman challenges here and there.
Anyone he catches sulking about would immediately be honed in on. And anyone that needed help with one of the carnival's challenges would immediately finds themselves a very big, and very scary, friend.]
Punching out Giant Worms
[The zombies weren't all that terribly bad. Terrible sure, sure, but they were no draugers. It was a simple task for a large enough group to deal with them. Of course there also had to be more to it than just that.
A worm, a really, really big one, just leapt out from the ground beneath them. That was a change, but... well that would offer a bigger, better challenge than some shambling corpses.
Naegling swoops through the air as he moves to the side to avoid the creature crashing into him, and give it second thoughts.
If a worm can even think.
Yes, he is planning on fighting this thing. Help?]
[WILDCARD]
[Feel free to hit me up with whatever you'd like~!]