Evreed, The Red Warrior

To honor the Beowulf’s heroic life and battles, I’ve been assigned as one of his closest warriors to exclaim his appellation and share the stories of his battles. One of the citizen came up to me and asked, “I heard that Beowulf was an amazing guy, but I never fully knew him. Could you tell me more about him?” I was extremely excited as this man was the first person to ever ask me about Beowulf. “Beowulf was a strong leader and a great friend. Although he might not have been a very humble man, he was nowhere near being a bully. He’s the type of man that would belittle anyone who hurts the weak and innocent. Beowulf was mettlesome and was never intimidated by any menace.” The man’s eyes were already widen. “He sounds like a guy I would wanna be protected by,” the citizen said, “Can you tell me about one of his battles?” I prepared myself as I was about to begin a long lecture of how strong Beowulf was.

It was a normal day in the castle of Goranson. All the townspeople were tending to their work when an explosion made a loud sound that ran throughout the castle. Townspeople stood there shocked as the castle stood in silence. After the seconds of silence another loud explosion shook the castle followed by arrows flying throughout the castle and vikings screaming as they charge in. Everyone ran to get to safety and the vikings never followed. They only had one mission, to get the king and destroy the castle. When all the noise had stopped and all the screams were silenced the townspeople went to look outside to see that the castle was all burnt down. One farmer had said “Quick find the king”. They all rushed into various buildings only to find the king was not there.

Clack! Bang! Swish! Auuuuugh! This is the sound of clanging armor, flying spears, and slicing swords. The sound of men howling in agony as their limbs are severed from a blood thirsty blow of the enemies sword can be heard from the four corners of the earth. This can only be described as the sound of great battle. Battle was a very important part of a man’s life back during the seventh and eighth centuries. Every battle has a man who stands out at the forefront and shines above the rest. During these two time periods there stood two great men: Gilgamesh, the selfish, lustful king, and Beowulf the proud and boastful warrior. These two men, both powerful and well-respected, embody the true essence of what it means to be an epic hero.

The man in the arena was about 6ft 1in and looked about 200 pounds, he was looking in the crowd for his opponent, not on top of the building next door. The fighting arena was in an old tavern down in the slums, there was a hole on the side of the arena and I was perched up on the old factory building waiting to see the winner of the new fight. The man had picked a tall buff women, I recognized her, she was my last fight yesterday I played with her for a little bit

For a medieval warrior to be worthy of a place in an epic story, several characteristics were essential for consideration. Just like any hero, the most prominent of traits is the display of immense

Great warrior always are know because their incredible ability to survive in very hard situation where a normal human could not survive but they do thanks that great warriors have a extranormal strong.

The loser of the battle lost his horse and the armor that he was wearing in the battle. The jousting battlefield is now a soft arena, and what once was a battlefield maneuver, is now a sport that draws paying spectators from all over to see a piece of the past relived.

“Definitely not. The castle is a den of rumors, as you well know, and I’ve heard… things. Not that I engage in gossip, but it’s unavoidable. People… talk.”

1A duel was a common way of solving disputes and the loser was the first to have their blood touch the ground. The winner was believed to be right because the gods would help the right man

The is an important quest that needs to be completed, but in order to go on the quest, there must be a fighting tournament and the strongest and bravest will be the one who goes on the quest for the Unholy Grail. The tournament needs to be done on the day after the last moon.

A jousting tournament was a popular sport in which knights rode on horseback and tried to knock each other off of their respective horses (Jousting 173-174). It was invented in the thirteenth century in France, and it later spread to other European countries as the sport became more popular, especially in Germany and England (Jousting 173-174). The knights wore full armour and fought on an open field “directly at each other to test their courage and skill” (Jousting 173-174). Many jousting events ended up being battles to the death, and this is similar to the gladiator fights that were held in Ancient Rome (Jousting 173-174).

The callenge day arrived and the match began. The machibe was ahead of John, but he continued fighting, and told me to give him to hammers because he was only warming up. A second

Prideful steps came to a halt as soon as Beowulf stopped and slowly turned to face us, a crowd of young warriors willing to give our all to fight alongside such a hero. I could feel my heart quench as he told his story, of his brothers and father, of his glory and fame, and watched in awe with every movement he made. Alas, Beowulf made his final boast and ended with what only the best heroes could, “If the dragon in this tower dares to face me!” he screamed. We cheered and felt our adrenaline go up as we became more prepared for the battle just around the corner, our swords in hand, shields already up; however, nothing could have prepared us for what lie ahead.

There was a cool breeze of humidity that surrounded them as they rode horseback through the woods. Sounds of crickets and tree branches shaking gently in the dark were putting Heimer’s nerves on high end. He shuddered due to the cool breeze and twitched at every sound. “Calm down Heimer. Evil can smell fear.” Cedric says with a smirk. “What do you mean sire? I am the epitome of calm.” Heimer responds with hesitation. About 300 feet ahead of them, they see an opening to a crooked large gate, the one to Trelittle. Cedric pulls out his map to confirm the location and it’s right. “Heimer, my good man, you have come so far, but I cannot risk having you be in danger. Stay here and watch out.” Cedric asks as he rides towards the gate. As he gets to the gate, he notices that nobody is there to open it, but when he touches it the gate opens. He trods around the entry to see nothing, but soon a little villager goblin looks up at him and says, “You must be Cedric the third, knight. And you have come to stop the evil here? Good luck. I will take you to the King.” Before cedric could say anything else, they were magically put in the castle, right in front of the Evil King. He was sitting on his throne with several guards beside him. The inside of the castle was very dark and dreary. “Well, well, well. I knew you would come, but I didn’t know it would be today. You have a lot of guts coming

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