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A King and His Snow Castle
🧙 WHO: Beowulf and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests and bored drinking
đź•’ WHEN: First weeks of December
🗺️ WHERE: All over the place
⚠️ WARNINGS: Ghosts, Cursed Horses, working out alcohol
I – Avalon Crossing
[It was his familiar that insisted that he took this one up. At the very least the requests given to them were relatively easy. Even for someone like him who ordinarily wouldn’t know a thing about snow sculptures. A castle, a two-story farmhouse… a barn. Easy enough. The big guy was currently working on the castle. While his familiar, Eik, was currently padding away at the little farmhouse with gloved hands.
All that said, he very much was not an artist and it showed. His castle was rudimentary, if not utilitarian in nature. Beowulf knows what castles look like, how and why they were designed. It’s just… well he didn’t have the hands for any of this.
He was still giving it a go though! Even if he does look pretty annoyed at his current progress.]
II – Oo-Nye-Doo?
[A train of the… horses. Was currently being led down the road. Tethered together in a swarm of chattering cursed horses. The man up front, massive hand holding the tether without much of any signs of struggling, looked even more annoyed than he had when building those snow homes earlier. But hey, money is money he supposed.]
You see any more of them?
[He asked the next person he saw, gesturing the horde behind him, arm somewhat swaying with each tug. But that was largely it; at the very least he seemed to be made for this sort of thing?]
III – Who You Gonna Call?
Ghosts huh?
[He hummed, looking over one of the jars in question. Typically, anything that doesn’t involve punching or kicking things isn’t really his jam. But hey, he wouldn’t turn away from a challenge. Ghosts are annoying, but nothing too dangerous. Usually.]
So, where do you think we should get started first?
IV – Obligatory Drinking
[Nothing quite like a cold, strong beer after a long day of work. He sat at the bar, large stein in hand. Beowulf had been trying to keep himself busy, to scratch that persistent itch that simply wouldn’t go away. The need to fight, to do what couldn’t be done by a regular person. It was perhaps good that his Madness Enhancement, the trait that made Berserker servants… berserk. Wasn’t particularly strong with him. Letting him retain his sanity.
That doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t want to act on those base desires. To do what he wished, to keep that fire alive. Otherwise, he would simply be his old self. A 90-year-old man without the drive of his youth. He took a deep draught of his drink. Polishing it off with a sigh.]
Need another!
[This was the third one, and he didn’t seem the least bit affected.]
V -- Pumping Iron Power
[He was at a local gym, working off the steam he'd built up over the past couple of months. At the very least getting his muscles and mind moving helped sooth things over. Even if just temporary it was better than binging and challenging others to drinking contests at the bar. The familiar sting of muscles, sweat dripping down the body. Smells, the challenge and push to come over that last obstacle, it was all right up the Berserker's alley. There was a dissatisfied huff as he placed the bar back on the rack, arms bulging out with the effort, though Beowulf himself didn't really seem to notice it. Instead, he sat upright on the bench, he needed more weight. Which was ridiculous, given just how much weight was already on the bar.
This would do for now, he supposed.]
Not enough weight... But it's your turn, how much do you think you can handle?
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: Don’t see anything you like? Want to start something else? Don’t worry about it! Go ahead and just start something random, or feel free to PM me, or leave a comment here.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests and bored drinking
đź•’ WHEN: First weeks of December
🗺️ WHERE: All over the place
⚠️ WARNINGS: Ghosts, Cursed Horses, working out alcohol
I – Avalon Crossing
[It was his familiar that insisted that he took this one up. At the very least the requests given to them were relatively easy. Even for someone like him who ordinarily wouldn’t know a thing about snow sculptures. A castle, a two-story farmhouse… a barn. Easy enough. The big guy was currently working on the castle. While his familiar, Eik, was currently padding away at the little farmhouse with gloved hands.
All that said, he very much was not an artist and it showed. His castle was rudimentary, if not utilitarian in nature. Beowulf knows what castles look like, how and why they were designed. It’s just… well he didn’t have the hands for any of this.
He was still giving it a go though! Even if he does look pretty annoyed at his current progress.]
II – Oo-Nye-Doo?
[A train of the… horses. Was currently being led down the road. Tethered together in a swarm of chattering cursed horses. The man up front, massive hand holding the tether without much of any signs of struggling, looked even more annoyed than he had when building those snow homes earlier. But hey, money is money he supposed.]
You see any more of them?
[He asked the next person he saw, gesturing the horde behind him, arm somewhat swaying with each tug. But that was largely it; at the very least he seemed to be made for this sort of thing?]
III – Who You Gonna Call?
Ghosts huh?
[He hummed, looking over one of the jars in question. Typically, anything that doesn’t involve punching or kicking things isn’t really his jam. But hey, he wouldn’t turn away from a challenge. Ghosts are annoying, but nothing too dangerous. Usually.]
So, where do you think we should get started first?
IV – Obligatory Drinking
[Nothing quite like a cold, strong beer after a long day of work. He sat at the bar, large stein in hand. Beowulf had been trying to keep himself busy, to scratch that persistent itch that simply wouldn’t go away. The need to fight, to do what couldn’t be done by a regular person. It was perhaps good that his Madness Enhancement, the trait that made Berserker servants… berserk. Wasn’t particularly strong with him. Letting him retain his sanity.
That doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t want to act on those base desires. To do what he wished, to keep that fire alive. Otherwise, he would simply be his old self. A 90-year-old man without the drive of his youth. He took a deep draught of his drink. Polishing it off with a sigh.]
Need another!
[This was the third one, and he didn’t seem the least bit affected.]
V -- Pumping Iron Power
[He was at a local gym, working off the steam he'd built up over the past couple of months. At the very least getting his muscles and mind moving helped sooth things over. Even if just temporary it was better than binging and challenging others to drinking contests at the bar. The familiar sting of muscles, sweat dripping down the body. Smells, the challenge and push to come over that last obstacle, it was all right up the Berserker's alley. There was a dissatisfied huff as he placed the bar back on the rack, arms bulging out with the effort, though Beowulf himself didn't really seem to notice it. Instead, he sat upright on the bench, he needed more weight. Which was ridiculous, given just how much weight was already on the bar.
This would do for now, he supposed.]
Not enough weight... But it's your turn, how much do you think you can handle?
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: Don’t see anything you like? Want to start something else? Don’t worry about it! Go ahead and just start something random, or feel free to PM me, or leave a comment here.]