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Daily Deity #100 Beowulf: GrendelFor the 100th Daily Deity I decided that choosing one of the most popular tales and heroes was a pretty good decision. Beowulf definitely hits those requirements. For the first part of this story (and since it is Monster Monday) I thought that starting with Grendel would be better than starting with Beowulf.Daily Deity #100 Beowulf: Grendel by mythgirl68
The story of Beowulf takes in Denmark, namely at the court of King Hrothgar. Each night Hrothgar and his warriors would gather in the great hall called Heorot, where they would drink and feast and celebrate late into the night. Usually, Hrothgar's warriors would end up passing out in the hall, with the other people of the land who came by to join in on the fun.
This wasn't a problem for most people. If they were not invited or close enough to head over they still were happy. Their warriors, their protectors, were in one place. The warriors could be accessed easily. Keeping them happy and nearby was what the locals figured the best option for their safety. Someone had a better idea
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The Quest for a Miracle Reveal TrailerThe world of Amothan is in chaos as the demons of the underworld pour forth, bringing terror and despair on the land in their wake.
But it has been foretold that in Amothan's darkest hour, the goddess of music, Lyris, would descend upon the world, and journey westward to retrieve the eight Orbs of Hymnos, which contain the pieces of the song she sang at the dawn of time to create the world itself.
Alongside the rogue ninja Yorikane, Dasan, a man blessed with god-like strength that would rather spend his time on wine, women and song than go on any sort of quest, and Jala, a priestess of the water goddess gifted in archery.
But the way to gather the orbs of Hymnos and the white Valley will not be easy--numerous demons and monsters yearn to have Lyris for themselves--for it is said one that tastes a deity's flesh will live forever
Can Lyris and her motley crew reach the White Valley before the song of Amothan is silenced forever?
Pasht In our Modern WorldAllow me to introduce myself, the name my human calls me is Einstein although in ancient days I was called Pasht. These days I am mistakenly referred to as a domesticated house cat in my modern form. I was once worshiped as a god and trust me, I have neither forgotten this fact nor have any intention of allowing my human to forget it either! The name in which I was called by my human was not always Einstein however - allow me to explain.
The human I grace with my presence has a decided lack of imagination when it comes to giving out names. The bird is called 'bird' or occasionally 'birdy'; the milk cow is called, you guessed it, milk cow; the cow she purchased for 15 dollars because it had pneumonia is to this day called 'the sick cow'--irregardless of the fact it has not been sick for a very long time-- the list can go on for all the animals at this veritable petting zoo in which we all live. I used to be called, quite simply, kitty cat. She did however, see the light and realize my h
My spear clashed against Scathach's five times before she once again got the better of me (by stepping on my foot) and managed to push me down. She planted her spear in the ground and looked smug. She was the type who liked to show off. She offered me a hand, but I scowled and pushed myself to my feet on my own, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
We were safely tucked away in our territory, behind our towering walls and shut off from enemies. We were practicing alone in an open area outside of our base; which was a big, black, cylindrical shape, and quite decrepit. It was gray out as it always was from constant rain, and it smelled like a mixture of blood and filth like it always did.
"You cheated," I said sourly.
"I would have won anyway, Setanta." She said plainly.
"My name is Cu Chulainn now." I reminded her drol
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