[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 - The Shipwreckers
Fie, nothing more than simple beasts to the slaughter.
[He grinned viciously as he wrapped his massive arms around one Fuath. It was as if he was swimming against Breca all over again. Facing off a sea of monsters seeking to rend their flesh from the men's very bones. Beowulf was never good with magic, never really had the time or understanding for its use. Not when a good sword or fist would do the job just as well.
With a grunt and snap the creature dissipated as he turned his gaze back towards his partner.]
Oi, you done?
D - Video
What sort of fun do you enjoy here? I've yet to find a bar that sells swill to my liking. Or anyone to match fists with. So tell me of yourselves and where you come from.
[He looks... decidedly bored as he takes a swig from a bottle.]
Beowulf | fgo
[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 - The Shipwreckers
Fie, nothing more than simple beasts to the slaughter.
[He grinned viciously as he wrapped his massive arms around one Fuath. It was as if he was swimming against Breca all over again. Facing off a sea of monsters seeking to rend their flesh from the men's very bones. Beowulf was never good with magic, never really had the time or understanding for its use. Not when a good sword or fist would do the job just as well.
With a grunt and snap the creature dissipated as he turned his gaze back towards his partner.]
Oi, you done?
D - Video
What sort of fun do you enjoy here? I've yet to find a bar that sells swill to my liking. Or anyone to match fists with. So tell me of yourselves and where you come from.
[He looks... decidedly bored as he takes a swig from a bottle.]
WILDCARD
[You know what this is.]