| Beow Scyldinga |
| Sentinel of Liberty and Justice Olympian Kit Strength - 75 Body - 50 Agility - 50 Mind -50 Bio ……Hwaet! We Gar-Dena in geardegum, Beodcyninga brym gefrunon, Hub a ebelingas ellen fremedon…… Oft Scyld Schefing shook foundations. He shattered the tables, the benches of the mead-halls of many enemy tribes where they drank in fear. But when first found he’d been forsaken, when they found him as a boy, he’d been forsaken! For this, he’d been granted greater glory. He thrived beneath the heavens, his honour thrust forth, until every which way, each neighboring tribe, over the whale-road sea would obey him, and would pay him their rich respects… He was a good king. When his time came Scyld took himself off on that great journey in God’s care. There at harbour stood Hringdstefna, icy, eager, the prince’s ring proud ship. And down they laid their beloved leader, their giver-of-rings, into her grip: The master by the mast. A multitude of precious jewels from distant places gathered. Swords and sashes they set upon his chest; a torrent of such treasures as ought to travel with him across the waters temper, alone upon his quest. And still they flew a flag of gold high over head that the ocean might bear him, and with a sadness of the spirit, and a mourning of the mind, they gave him to the sea. No man can say, not those who argue in the halls nor those who battle beneath heaven, who, upon the other side was there to take that tribute… There was amongst the people now his son, Beow Scyldinga, Beow was blessed, and his name impressed on minds far and near. He was the son of Scyld in the land of the Scydlings. His story has been told to many, and now his exploits shall be revisited… Personality "Whoever claims to tell the truth of history, or to remember tales from long ago; a guardian of his homeland's stories for his people, must agree that a better man there never was than this warrior here. Throughout wide world, Beowulf, my friend, is your fame known, all nations are familiar with your nerves of steel, your strength of mind and body. I honour my friendship, as we two agreed, and you shall be a comfort, a shield to your people, forever a warden of warriors to come. And is it not indeed a marvel, Mighty God offers man wisdom in his grace; gives us land, life, majesty; though all of these are his. Sometimes he, through love, allows a man's mind to transcend; to explore the delights of leading a people, of having a homeland, a healthy tribe, of ruling a region of earth, a mighty kingdom! Until this man, in foolishness, forgets that it must end. He lives life in luxury, unvisited by sickness, or infirmity, or that dark anxiety that can plague the mind. He knows no opposition, no hatred, no hostility, for him the whole world goes and does as he desires, 'til he forgets that it could ever go another way. Until inside, his share of pride waxes and wells, and all the while the watchman sleeps, the keeper of the soul, slumbers too deeply, caught up in his own cares, as too close by, the bane of life aims his bow to shoot, and strikes the heart; helmet and armour unable to protect against that piercing shaft. Be on guard, Beowulf, against this Bitter poison. And better aim for deeds that will live after you, than lose yourself in the pursuit of pride. Power, and glory, may well be yours this season, but soon it will happen that sickness or the sword will steal your strength forever, Or else the grip of fire or the groping of the ocean, the slashing of the battle blade or the spear in flight… or terrible old age, the dimming of eye-sight into all in darkness. Soon will death arrive, dear warrior... and it will win its fight against you." Unwavering courage Force of Will – superior 45 Beowulf spoke, his mail a-sparkle, linked in chain by smiths of skill: “We synt Hygelacs… Beodgeneatas; Beowulf is min nama! And to the son of Healfdane would I speak about my quest, renowned prince, your lord, and so request I audience be granted with his high, heroed self. Hrothgar hail! Here stands Hygelac's kinsman and companion, and deeds of courage I've amassed enough in my young time. Yet word has washed upon my shore of things of woe, and sailors have told stories of a hall that stands in idleness and soldier-empty every night in twilight after heaven's glow has sunk beneath horizon. Therefore was it suggested to me, by the wisest men, familiar with the strength that marks me, that I should seek you, and just as I justice brought to the Wealdeara, where the conflict they did ask for I did answer crushingly, that again and against Grendal, such a showdown I should seek!" Unyielding strength Berserker Standard 25 He caught him as he clamoured on one arm, and that's when he discovered, that director of destruction, that never in the rigid middle-regions of the earth, had he encountered any man of a hand grip harder, and his heart began to sicken, and his spirit could not scamper from that place soon enough, and his mind did desert him and dove into darkness beneath the devil's blanket; and never in all of the days of his life had he met such a moment of horror. The one whose wickedness had wrought the heart of human suffering, felt his very body-husk begin to break away. Held by hand by the kinsman of Hygelac, shaking with hatred, they shook until one of them let go... his life. Laceration, that tormentor, shoulder tearing, sinews sprang apart in savage wounds of bursting muscle. And so was Beowulf glory granted! And so was Grendal, sick to death, sent to seek his house of sorrow, sloping fen, and certain that his life had reached the last day of its run. And as a token, Beowulf hung a hand, an arm, a bloody shoulder, there indeed was all together Grendal's severed grasp, suspended from the gaping hall! The Shining Hilt of Hrunting Slicing Attack - Supreme 75 multi attack He caught a glimpse of fire-glow, A gleaming light, shining brightly, and there did the hero, the hag of the deep, first see; the horrible wife of water. Whirling-bladed, forth he thrust his patterned-steel with force unhindered hard against her head; it screamed a greedy battle song, but now he found his gleaming blade unwilling to bite further; to hack away at life, but at the prince's time of need it failed him! Undaunted, and bent only on brilliant-deeding, Hygelac's kinsman hardened his resolve. He threw in wrath the patterned sword, ornamented, hard and tempered, lay upon the ground, and in his grip of hand and strength, he put his trust. So must any man, who looks to battle to gain lasting glory, surrender first all cares or hopes he has for his own life… Mounted upon wall, he saw a sword of victory, resonating glory, by giants wrought; pristine-edged, most perfect weapon, but that no other could bear it into battle, no other man could lift it into play; crafted by a monster's race, mighty and bold, and Beowulf took hold of the buckled hilt, and battle-grim, he drew it from its sheath; life abandoned, he lunged forward, that the edge might connect with the neck, breaking bone cord. The blade sliced through the flesh of the fated one, and she fell to floor. The sword was seeping… he held it and pondered; the demons were dead and it belonged now to the Danes. Staring at the hilt, this ancient work upon which was written the tale of the terrible troubles; the flood that drenched the oceans, and drowned the giant's race; the age-old strife of a people estranged from their Lord; to them, as a reward, was sent the surging water's storm. Hrunting, the burning blade, so named, had been found. His Battle worn protection Body Armor – Superior 45 Beowulf, braced in weeds of war, dispersed of thoughts of dying. His hard, hand-woven soldiers corselet, bright and brilliant knew how to protect its bearer's bone-trove. The terror was told to Beowulf that his own hall, best of buildings, burnt; flame swallowed up the very seat from which he had given out rings. The battle-prince prepared for reparations. Master of the warriors, leader of the lords, ordered for the forging of a battle-board of iron. Wood, he knew, could offer only scant protection from the scorch of flame. It was a wondrous shield of metal. And he set off along cliffs of stone, Shield and shirt of battle ready, a single man, certain in his strength. |