[ Well, really, how could Fandral resist the call to duty and adventure? Talk about an appropriate welcome. A veteran of dangerous tasks, he's certain that this will be easy. He still follows the appropriate protocol of going to volunteer his skills. It's polite, after all.
When he's left standing there with his gear, Fandral feels a need to laugh. ] Why, I've had many grand triumphs with far less than this. [ Said to no one in particular, though if you're standing nearby, feel free to chime in. ] Midgardians are endearingly fragile.
[ii. standing ground]
[ It turns out that fighting monsters and vile creatures loses it's appeal when one's alone.
Fandral had happily swung his blade and run into glorious battle. Another day, another triumphant tale to tell. But what, he thinks, as his sword cuts through the brown, wrinkled neck of a beast he's never seen before, good is a tale of Fandral the Dashing without Volstagg or Hogun? A frown crosses his face. He regards the twitching body at his feet.
A victory is much sweeter when one can share it.
A forlorn sigh escapes him as he takes pity on the monster, sending his sword through it's middle to ease its suffering. ]
[iii. friendr]
Friendr
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» Age: Who can keep track? » Seeking: Companions. » Preferences: I don't discriminate. » Interests: Adventure, romance, and ale. » Bio: The best with a blade, so they say. A Norse deity, of sorts, and once upon a time, I was Robin Hood.
Fandral || Marvel (Comics)
[ Well, really, how could Fandral resist the call to duty and adventure? Talk about an appropriate welcome. A veteran of dangerous tasks, he's certain that this will be easy. He still follows the appropriate protocol of going to volunteer his skills. It's polite, after all.
When he's left standing there with his gear, Fandral feels a need to laugh. ] Why, I've had many grand triumphs with far less than this. [ Said to no one in particular, though if you're standing nearby, feel free to chime in. ] Midgardians are endearingly fragile.
[ii. standing ground]
[ It turns out that fighting monsters and vile creatures loses it's appeal when one's alone.
Fandral had happily swung his blade and run into glorious battle. Another day, another triumphant tale to tell. But what, he thinks, as his sword cuts through the brown, wrinkled neck of a beast he's never seen before, good is a tale of Fandral the Dashing without Volstagg or Hogun? A frown crosses his face. He regards the twitching body at his feet.
A victory is much sweeter when one can share it.
A forlorn sigh escapes him as he takes pity on the monster, sending his sword through it's middle to ease its suffering. ]
[iii. friendr]
» Seeking: Companions.
» Preferences: I don't discriminate.
» Interests: Adventure, romance, and ale.
» Bio: The best with a blade, so they say. A Norse deity, of sorts, and once upon a time, I was Robin Hood.
[iv. wildcard]
Is there something you want to do that isn't here? Come at me.