Beowulf had just been chatting up an applicant in his urbane and witty fashion. Therefore he was in the vicinity when Kratos appeared and began to do all sorts of very interesting battle moves.
This he had to learn more about. Time for shop talk!
"I AM BEOWULF," he greeted his fellow hero. "YOU HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS, EH?"
Kratos turned to see who had the gall to shout at him. He encountered another man that, once Kratos had sized up, had the feel about him of another great warrior.
"I have indeed slain monsters!!" He roared back at the man, unleashing his chaos blades in a purely demonstrative fashion. They whipped and blazed about the room for a few moments before returning to his hands.
He wasn't quite sure why the man was yelling that loud.
Not one to let another seem more imposing than himself, he matched Beowulf's volume. "I HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS OF THE SEA MYSELF! GREAT MULTIHEADED LIZARDS THAT SPRANG FORTH FROM THE DEPTHS OF POSEIDON'S SEA! THEY DESTROYED OF FLEET OF SHIPS BUT FELL BEFORE MY BLADES!"
He wasn't sure how long he could hold that tone, but he wasn't about to be outdone if he could avoid it, in volume or accomplishments.
Drizzt saw this one enter the sorting room and just had to pop his head in.
The dark elf entered the room, seeing Beowulf already comparing swords and trading monster slaying stories. Even with his vast experience with the dwarves and the barbarian tribes of Icewind Dale, he had yet to get used to socializing over comparing tales. It could have been worse, among drow such tales involved vivid descriptions of torture.
"Another great monster slayer in our midst," Drizzt said, approaching the new warrior.
Drizzt drew his scimitars and spun them around his arms before sheathing them, a typical drow gesture to demonstrate one' skills while communicating diplomacy. His elven sense of subtlety nudged him, though his inborn drow pride allowed for a compromise.
"I am Drizzt Do'Urden," he said, "dragonsbane and slayer of all manner of beasts. Well met, warrior."
Kratos tried to figure out what manner of creature this humanoid figure standing before him was. The dark skin and pointed ears reminded him of possibly some sort of nyad or dryad, but none of them ever would have the poise that this one had.
He returned the man's greeting in kind by transforming his blades into a large lightning bolt shaped sword and then back again before sheathing his weapons across his back.
Many questiones formed in his head, but he chose the one that puzzled him the most, "What are you?" In the back of his mind he knew that such a question could easily be construed as rude, but etiquette was the last thing on his mind after being transported to such a strange place.
Drizzt's purple eyes widened slightly at the display of the warrior's weapon, truly a creation of magic with some powerful capabilities.
His next question put a smile on his face; he was much happier with curiosity about his race than the trepidation or outright hostility he frequently received in Faerun.
"I am a dark elf from the land of Aber-Toril," he said, "commonly called a drow. Mine is a race of ruthless, honorless warriors. I myself, however, am a warrior of valor. And what of you, friend. Are you human or another manner of race unknown to me as of the present?"
Kratos was happy to see his rather pointed question hadn't offended Drizzt, not that anyone would know it by looking him. Kratos' ever present frown only seemed to waver into a grin before he killed something. "Im Kratos of Sparta." he offered, enjoying the fact that the mere mention of his name in this place didn't cause people to curse and spit in his direction.
"I can't say I've ever heard of your land or your race before. It must be far from Greece indeed. I am human, though the people of my own country would call me a demon, or worse." He neglected to mention he was probably more like Drizzt's kin than Drizzt himself.
Brenda came in too late to catch Kratos' chest-bursting act. So she's merely musing idly on whether she could pull off an aikido throw on this guy. He's not that much bigger than Paco.
"....Yeahhhh. Say, you wouldn't happen to have a brother that goes by Peacemaker, would you?"
Kratos' frown deepened slightly as he tried to figure out why a woman, no, a girl, was sizing him up as if she thought she could fight him, but responded to her question nonetheless. No point in making an enemy for no reason, unless he wanted to fight them to test himself.
"I have no family left," replied Kratos, his eyes lingering for a moment on his ash white skin. "What would make you think I was related to this Peacemaker?" He found it amusing to think of himself having anything to do with someone by that name.
"Oh, you know. The hairstyle. The scowl. The general - build, I guess. Also the whole badass 'tude."
And the same alarms Peacemaker set off in Brenda's psyche - that he'd gladly throw her and her friends under a bus at any moment should he feel the need, allies or not - are ringing their bells now.
Kratos thought back through all his years of combat to try and remember someone so similar to himself, but beyond the dopplegangers of himself that Ares had sent to try and kill him there was none.
Kratos shook his head, "No, definitely not anyone I even know. Besides I think I would remember such a strange name. Mine is Kratos." He would be interested in meeting this Peacemaker, it sounded as if he may be a worthy opponent.
Kratos turned to the.... thing that asked him such a question. It looked like a girl, but surely no girl could possibly give off such a strong aura of evil as this one. Looking at her, Kratos felt as if his own sins amounted to no more than accidentally hitting someone in the vomitorium.
His initial thought was the he must kill this thing, now. But he did not yet know the ways of this world. Perhaps such a thing was an oracle? "I wish to get rid of them so I can sleep for once without being reminded of my sins."
Sadako smiled, tilting her head back so her hair threatened to slide back all her face. "But such wonderful memories," she purred. "You should be proud."
Kon entered the Sorting Room and picked up the application of the... guy. With the dead people. And the statues. And the yelling about Greek gods. In Kon's experience, it was really just Amazons who yelled about Greek gods like that. Was this a transsexual Amazon?
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There were weirder things, but not many. Instead of thinking about it further, Kon read through the application. "...How do you 'accidentally' kill your wife?"
Kratos turned to the boy. He was now the second person here barely old enough to be called an adult who had posed this question to him. He supposed it was good his vengeance was complete so he could talk about without too many feelings of guilt.
"When I was under the thrall of Ares I had sacked so many town and villagers I barely knew where in Greece I was anymore. So when we began to attack my own I didn't realize it until too late. And by that time my bloodlust had already claimed the lives of everyone in Athena's humble temple in my town, my wife and child among them."
"I know little of the fiery haired women to the West, beyond what I have heard from passing travelers. I hear their dedication is unparalleled, and that they even have been known to cut off their right breast to better use their bows."
Pity for the Amazon men, though for some reason Kratos reasoned that to be the least of their worries.
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This he had to learn more about. Time for shop talk!
"I AM BEOWULF," he greeted his fellow hero. "YOU HAVE SLAIN MONSTERS, EH?"
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"I have indeed slain monsters!!" He roared back at the man, unleashing his chaos blades in a purely demonstrative fashion. They whipped and blazed about the room for a few moments before returning to his hands.
He wasn't quite sure why the man was yelling that loud.
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"I TOO AM A SLAYER OF MONSTERS. SWAMP MONSTERS AND BEASTS OF THE SEA ARE MY MOST FREQUENT FOES."
Yes, this was Beowulf's conversational tone. It was what a librarian might have called an 'inside voice', as far as Beowulf was concerned.
"I HAVE WIELDED THE BLADE HRUNTING, YET NEVER HAVE I SEEN BLADES LIKE UNTO YOURS!" That was Beowulf-ese for those are sweet.
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He wasn't sure how long he could hold that tone, but he wasn't about to be outdone if he could avoid it, in volume or accomplishments.
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The dark elf entered the room, seeing Beowulf already comparing swords and trading monster slaying stories. Even with his vast experience with the dwarves and the barbarian tribes of Icewind Dale, he had yet to get used to socializing over comparing tales. It could have been worse, among drow such tales involved vivid descriptions of torture.
"Another great monster slayer in our midst," Drizzt said, approaching the new warrior.
Drizzt drew his scimitars and spun them around his arms before sheathing them, a typical drow gesture to demonstrate one' skills while communicating diplomacy. His elven sense of subtlety nudged him, though his inborn drow pride allowed for a compromise.
"I am Drizzt Do'Urden," he said, "dragonsbane and slayer of all manner of beasts. Well met, warrior."
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He returned the man's greeting in kind by transforming his blades into a large lightning bolt shaped sword and then back again before sheathing his weapons across his back.
Many questiones formed in his head, but he chose the one that puzzled him the most, "What are you?" In the back of his mind he knew that such a question could easily be construed as rude, but etiquette was the last thing on his mind after being transported to such a strange place.
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His next question put a smile on his face; he was much happier with curiosity about his race than the trepidation or outright hostility he frequently received in Faerun.
"I am a dark elf from the land of Aber-Toril," he said, "commonly called a drow. Mine is a race of ruthless, honorless warriors. I myself, however, am a warrior of valor. And what of you, friend. Are you human or another manner of race unknown to me as of the present?"
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"I can't say I've ever heard of your land or your race before. It must be far from Greece indeed. I am human, though the people of my own country would call me a demon, or worse." He neglected to mention he was probably more like Drizzt's kin than Drizzt himself.
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"....Yeahhhh. Say, you wouldn't happen to have a brother that goes by Peacemaker, would you?"
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"I have no family left," replied Kratos, his eyes lingering for a moment on his ash white skin. "What would make you think I was related to this Peacemaker?" He found it amusing to think of himself having anything to do with someone by that name.
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And the same alarms Peacemaker set off in Brenda's psyche - that he'd gladly throw her and her friends under a bus at any moment should he feel the need, allies or not - are ringing their bells now.
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Kratos shook his head, "No, definitely not anyone I even know. Besides I think I would remember such a strange name. Mine is Kratos." He would be interested in meeting this Peacemaker, it sounded as if he may be a worthy opponent.
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His initial thought was the he must kill this thing, now. But he did not yet know the ways of this world. Perhaps such a thing was an oracle? "I wish to get rid of them so I can sleep for once without being reminded of my sins."
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Still he had a feeling it would be frowned upon to kill her. "You must be a creature of Hades to think such things wonderful!"
Or a creature of Hera, he thought to himself. Everyone knew she was a bitch.
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There were weirder things, but not many. Instead of thinking about it further, Kon read through the application. "...How do you 'accidentally' kill your wife?"
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"When I was under the thrall of Ares I had sacked so many town and villagers I barely knew where in Greece I was anymore. So when we began to attack my own I didn't realize it until too late. And by that time my bloodlust had already claimed the lives of everyone in Athena's humble temple in my town, my wife and child among them."
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Pity for the Amazon men, though for some reason Kratos reasoned that to be the least of their worries.
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