[ In all fairness, Zenos yae Galvus hasn't truly considered all of his options in this strange, strange place. All he knows is there's some bizarre on-goings happening, things that even he doesn't quite understand and just the thought of that is enough to have the Garlean digging his heels in on returning home. Perhaps if he can garner an understanding of the powers at work he can then look to harnessing it. Everything is useful at the end of the day when it comes to better oneself in the pursuit of power.
It doesn't really explain why he's standing there, around about the eight foot tall mark, large and imposing in his armor sans helm as he watches everyone walking to and fro without him saying a word. Anyone with an ounce of survival instincts would recognise someone dangerous, the kind of large predator that is currently wondering when to attack rather than if. There's little doubt in Zenos's mind that he could do a lot of damage in a short time during this festival (if that was what one could call it). Everyone is so focused on having fun that the majority don't seem to have even thought to bring weapons let alone taking stock of their surroundings in case of an attack.
How disappointing. There's no fun to it if they don't fight back.
Zenos moves slightly, shifting idly from one foot to the other and ignoring the nearby person asking him to test his strength with a hammer. Really, there are better things to be doing and the Garlean is all for going back to his idle musings when the nearby person asks if he's a coward for not trying it. Coward. One of the last things anyone had said to him. Now he's got to try it and it's with a slow, almost lazy movement that Zenos takes the hammer and swings it hard enough that the bell not only rings but shatters. The wooden pole holding it up splints and slowly keels over, sending up dust as it hits the ground.
Zenos doesn't know what he expected, but that was too easy and also disappointing. This place will hold no challenges for him for now. He glances over at the hammer in his hands, expression vaguely contemplative as he talks to no-one in particular. The owner of the attraction is quite rightly making sure to stay out of Zenos's way.]
d - games - test your strength
It doesn't really explain why he's standing there, around about the eight foot tall mark, large and imposing in his armor sans helm as he watches everyone walking to and fro without him saying a word. Anyone with an ounce of survival instincts would recognise someone dangerous, the kind of large predator that is currently wondering when to attack rather than if. There's little doubt in Zenos's mind that he could do a lot of damage in a short time during this festival (if that was what one could call it). Everyone is so focused on having fun that the majority don't seem to have even thought to bring weapons let alone taking stock of their surroundings in case of an attack.
How disappointing. There's no fun to it if they don't fight back.
Zenos moves slightly, shifting idly from one foot to the other and ignoring the nearby person asking him to test his strength with a hammer. Really, there are better things to be doing and the Garlean is all for going back to his idle musings when the nearby person asks if he's a coward for not trying it. Coward. One of the last things anyone had said to him. Now he's got to try it and it's with a slow, almost lazy movement that Zenos takes the hammer and swings it hard enough that the bell not only rings but shatters. The wooden pole holding it up splints and slowly keels over, sending up dust as it hits the ground.
Zenos doesn't know what he expected, but that was too easy and also disappointing. This place will hold no challenges for him for now. He glances over at the hammer in his hands, expression vaguely contemplative as he talks to no-one in particular. The owner of the attraction is quite rightly making sure to stay out of Zenos's way.]
Maybe I'll keep this.