Beowulf
The Hall-Defender from the Whale-Road
No man can escape his fate.
I have torn Grendel's arm from his socket with naught but my hands. I have plunged into the black waters to slay his mother. I have ruled as a king should — with strength, with honor, and without flinching. The dragon comes for all of us in time. I wait for mine with blade in hand and fire in my heart.
What I'm Into: oaths sealed in blood, the silence before battle, my ring-giver's trust, bone-deep mead-hall songs, a sword's final strike
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