a large man, broad shouldered and with thick muscles that stretch the limits of his black tunic, bursts forth from the sea, gasping for air the moment it hits his lungs. eadwulf is a few years past thirty, and while he's in fantastic shape, he has no idea how long he's been without oxygen. judging by the way his lungs burn even as he takes deep breaths and that dizzy feeling that accompanies each one, it must have been a long time.
he makes his way to the beach, slowly slogging through the thick waves and the muddy sand until he can throw himself on the shore, allowing the water to lap at his calves while he coughs and sputters up saltwater. his shirt feels constricting, so he sheds it quickly, throwing it to one side from where he lays on the ground. doing so reveals his chest to the world, thick fur covering his pecs, and thin maze-like tattoos that span his forearms.
he isn't in exandria anymore, that much he can say for certain. the stars in the sky are different. but he's drained from the journey here, from being in the water for so long, that he doesn't really care. at least now he's out from underneath his so-called mentor.
eadwulf grieve | critical role
a large man, broad shouldered and with thick muscles that stretch the limits of his black tunic, bursts forth from the sea, gasping for air the moment it hits his lungs. eadwulf is a few years past thirty, and while he's in fantastic shape, he has no idea how long he's been without oxygen. judging by the way his lungs burn even as he takes deep breaths and that dizzy feeling that accompanies each one, it must have been a long time.
he makes his way to the beach, slowly slogging through the thick waves and the muddy sand until he can throw himself on the shore, allowing the water to lap at his calves while he coughs and sputters up saltwater. his shirt feels constricting, so he sheds it quickly, throwing it to one side from where he lays on the ground. doing so reveals his chest to the world, thick fur covering his pecs, and thin maze-like tattoos that span his forearms.
he isn't in exandria anymore, that much he can say for certain. the stars in the sky are different. but he's drained from the journey here, from being in the water for so long, that he doesn't really care. at least now he's out from underneath his so-called mentor.