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Beowulf

Hero of Laagard

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by ColeMaibara, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Beowulf
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The Hero of Laagard
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Theme Song: Vode An (Rock Version)

Name: Beowulf

Age: 30

Age Appearance: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Sexual Orientation: Heroic

Marital Status: Single

Birthplace: Laagard -- south of Cheliax, Golarion
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Religion(s)Beliefs: None

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings: A large tattoo down his right arm of a fierce lion.

Height: 5'9''

Weight: 142 lbs.

Physical Condition: Fit

Eye Color: Gray

Alignment: Lawful Good

Occupation (Main): Hero (actually unemployed adventurer/mercenary)

Education: Advanced mage school

Language(s): Common (Taldane), Draconic, Aklo, Infernal, Sign Language, Sylvan, Elven, Infernal, Celestial, Abyssal, Gnome Undercommon

Current Residence: Wayland

Family/Relatives: None living

Enemies: None living

Disabilities: May have a slight case of heroism

Personality: Heroic

Fears: TBA

Psychological Condition: Perfectly fine, I'm sure.





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A seasoned adventurer from a hamlet known as Laagard, Beowulf made his start to the adventuring career when he was 16 years old and still studying the Occult arts. He did minor jobs around Laagard; slaying invading goblins with his friends, hunting for would be treasure, and sometimes going to taverns to try and get lucky with some women (though failing for the most part). His adventuring partner and life long friend, Durton, found a job for the both of them. There was an orc encampment close by, and they had kidnapped a local girl from the hamlet. The two set off to go do their regular business of protecting their home, arriving at the orc camp and devising a plan to go in and save her. The two had decided to go to opposite ends of the camp, and rush two of the guards to flank them from either side, then proceed to stick close and wipe out the rest who came near. All went well until their leader: Yovkurok, came out from his tent with his sword drawn. While Beowulf held off one of the orcs, Durton charged at Yovkurok. The fight did not last long as Durton received a grievous wound to his gut which caused him to collapse to the floor. Before Beowulf could save his friend, the orc's blade came down upon him and had slain Durton. Enraged, Beowulf has a hard time recalling what happened afterwards, however the girl he was supposed to be saving had to help him out of the camp, half-carrying him to their horses and riding them back to the hamlet.

Beowulf later buried Durton, and harbors a deep hatred for orc kind. Along with this, he has continued his study of Occult magic in the hopes of finding a way to contact Durton, still carrying around the longsword that he wielded named "Spellcasting". Durton had named his blade after the art of casting magic due to the fact that, despite his interest in it, he had lacked the mental capacity to study it and gave up in favor of swordplay.

So begins...

Beowulf's Story

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Head...throbbing...everything is dark.

"WHAT?!" Beowulf shouted as he jolted awake, eyes wide while his head shifted quickly to his surroundings. He let out a groan, reaching out for his blade, spellcasting, and using it to help him up while it was still sheathed. Wherever he was, it was musty and disgusting. This wasn't Wayland, so...where was he? Beowulf groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the dark...sometimes he wished he were a Dwarf or some sort of outer race that could see in the deep blackness around him.

"Hello?" He called out, rubbing his side which ached with pain like it had been hit by some blunt object. Nothing was clear, only a flash. One moment he was in Wayland, the next he...just woke up. Was he kidnapped? Or worse, dead? "Hellooo....! It's Beowulf. Is anyone there?!" Keeping his blade sheathed as he began shambling about, it wasn't long until he felt his foot hit something hard and causing him to tumble down with his face only inches away from the face of a poor soul's skeletal remains. "W-wuaaaagh!" Shocked, he jolted back and was now sitting upon his rear, hand shaking with his fist grasping the handle to 'spellcasting' tight. "Hello?! Help...!"

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Ovrul tossed to his side, grabbing his cane he stood up and looked around. Dusting off his beard he heard the cries once more. He craned his neck and grunted, he was stiff and sore.

"I hear ye I hear ye calm down." looks around "Where are ye?" snaps his fingers and from his cloak a spirit wolf manifests. "Go find who was yelling boy" the wolf nods and plods off.

He checks his gear *crossbow, quarrels, 'Where is this last I remember i was about to go to bed after giving the monthly inspection of the Grey Wolves rooms.' Where is my backpack, there it is*

With a click he readied Sundir his crossbow that had been with him from the beginning and held it as he walked with his cane ready for anything.

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Yvandír shifted awake, the world around him blurry at first before his vision quickly cleared up, stunned slightly by the headache, he'd bring himself to sit up and bring his hand up to rub a temple, wet, he'd retract his hand quickly, his finger tips layered with blood, with a silent sigh he'd begin reciting words he thankfully rarely spoke a green glow of positive energy forming around his hand before he placed the spell against his head, healing himself of the head wound.

Giving himself a few minutes; Yvandír would push himself up away from the stone wall he was slumped against and begin to brush himself down, the thick dust causing him to sneeze loudly, thus causing an echo in the roofless room. "Ahhh...bloody hells" the half elf murmured to himself, bringing up the simple cloth mask that he kept tied around his neck. looking to the floor again he'd kneel down and pick up his longbow; the runes etched into the 'darkwood', glowing a faint trailing azure blue, with a silent smirk he'd draw back the longbow and watch as he did so, an arrow would form in place ready to be fired "perfect".

his sensitive perceptive senses would pick up the distant yelling of two individuals, he pulled together his equipment, that seemed to have been brought with him to this strange abandoned place, turn towards the darkened doorway out of the room and quickly cast another spell. with a smirk after casting the spell, the darkness would be less of a threat to him now, and so Yvandír set out from one of the dilapidated upper floor rooms to seek out the other voices he could hear in the floors below.

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Beowulf brought himself back up and to his feet after his unfortunate encounter with the skeleton, rubbing his back and grumbling to himself.

"Damn...urk..."

As he was getting his grasp back on reality, he saw a wolf walking into the room. It was a wolf...a wolf...there was a group named after wolves back in Wayland, he never associated with them but he knew of them. He decided to follow the wolf to whoever it would lead him to.

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The wolf looked at Beowulf and due to its link with Ovruls senses he saw and recognized the man, "Beowulf the man who caused two fatalities in one of my construction sites" he thought.

The wolf turned its head at Beowulf then turned around and started walking to ovrul. It's tail wagged as it walked wisps of smoke flowing off of it with heavy step.

Ovrul walked with his cane toward his wolf and as he came over a rise of rubble he looked at Beowulf "hello warrior Beowulf how did you come to here?" As he said this he shouldered his crossbow."last I remember is a flash of light almost a teleportation spell or trap.

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Rubbing the back of his head, Beowulf grumbled once he was asked how he came to be here. "Funny...I remember the same thing as you. Flash of white light, and now I feel I'm no longer being...controlled? I dunno. It's a weird feeling I'm getting right now." Hearing the other approach and now hearing the voice to be that of the huntsman Yvandír, he let out a small sigh of relief.

"I'm holding up fine, dunno about Ovrul here." He replied to the huntsman, then looking about. "Are we the only ones though? What of the rulers of Wayland...?"

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Ovrul looks around and then turns to beowulf, "It is strange no doubt a plot of mismangu to separate us from our kingdom to overthrow us."

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"i wouldn't be so sure until we know the details for certain" Yvandír would drop himself from the floor above through the hole and walk down the side of the rubble pile standing next to Beowulf "now, how do you both think we should proceed?" Yvandír settled his bow back over his shoulder and out of the way, he then crossed his arms and awaited some kind of response from either one of the two.