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muscledragonwolf18! A trio of the biggest, beefiest hrothgar around reluctantly take on a fourth member in their free company, and teach him the secrets to their awesome strength and size. Will he be able to handle all that brawn for himself? Read for yourself, and enjoy!
Limsa Lominsa was no stranger to the exotic and exceptional; all the world of Hydaelan came through its great harbor, and populated first by clans of seafaring roegadyn, was used to those blessed with exceptional strength and constitution. Even so, the three hulking figures crouched in the corner of The Missing Member stood heads and shoulders over even the largest of roegadyn mariners.
Hrothgar, already tall and well built, were usually second only to the roegadyn in terms of raw strength and size, but these three were in a class of their own. First, Brunach, his fur a rich brown with crimson streaks. Heavy metal pauldrons and leather straps were grafted onto a body of hard, rough-hewn muscle, thick arms corded with bulging brawn and a chest broad enough that it defied most armor that would try to contain it, and a thick boulder of a middle. He had his massive custom gunblade, the hilt cast in polished obsidian, on the table, testing the mechanism of the mythril-cast blade.
Second, Milorad, who, with his ice-blue fur, piercing eyes, and his coeurl-like tentacle, looked something of a dandy. Despite possessing the physique of a titan, he insisted on dressing in specially tailored clothes in the finest fashions out of Ul'dah, Gridania, and Ishgard. These days, he favored a fur-lined longcoat of blue linen, cut to compliment his well-sculpted, V-shaped torso, a waistcoat clinging to his diamond-cut abs, his gilded and ruby-encrusted rapier hanging at his side.
But then, standing over both of them was the biggest of them all, Svenasch, his massive greatsword standing as tall as a roegadyn. His snowy-white fur and deep purple strikes traversed a mountainous physique, with sprawling shoulders and a tapestry of muscle for a back. He was born with a pair of horns that only added to his inhuman appearance, and he spoke with a deep, commanding timbre.
"Gentlemen!" He slammed his iron tankard in one of his great, meaty fists. "Another job well done." He smirked. "Those renegades didn't stand a chance. Though, Bruno, you did show off a fair bit, there— unnecessarily."
Brunach scoffed. "It's called psychological warfare, chief." He curled his arm, his rock-hard bicep swelling all the space between his forearm and his face. "When I lift a chocobo with one hand, people think twice of charging us, don't they?"
"Aye, but next time, don't bust down so many walls— the yellowjackets were a little too quick to dock our pay for that," Milo responded.
"Oh, like you didn't do your fair share of showing off. The greatest romance in all of Hydaelyn, and it's you in love with your own reflection," Brunach shot back.
"Oi!" Sven called the two back to attention. "That's enough potshots at one another. By my estimations, we've got two pay days left between us and the treasures of the New World." He held his tankard aloft.
"To the Steelclaw Free Company— we never had a lot to our number, but I dare you to find a bigger Free Company for hire!"
"To the Steelclaws!" came the cry in unison.
muscledragonwolf18! A trio of the biggest, beefiest hrothgar around reluctantly take on a fourth member in their free company, and teach him the secrets to their awesome strength and size. Will he be able to handle all that brawn for himself? Read for yourself, and enjoy!Limsa Lominsa was no stranger to the exotic and exceptional; all the world of Hydaelan came through its great harbor, and populated first by clans of seafaring roegadyn, was used to those blessed with exceptional strength and constitution. Even so, the three hulking figures crouched in the corner of The Missing Member stood heads and shoulders over even the largest of roegadyn mariners.
Hrothgar, already tall and well built, were usually second only to the roegadyn in terms of raw strength and size, but these three were in a class of their own. First, Brunach, his fur a rich brown with crimson streaks. Heavy metal pauldrons and leather straps were grafted onto a body of hard, rough-hewn muscle, thick arms corded with bulging brawn and a chest broad enough that it defied most armor that would try to contain it, and a thick boulder of a middle. He had his massive custom gunblade, the hilt cast in polished obsidian, on the table, testing the mechanism of the mythril-cast blade.
Second, Milorad, who, with his ice-blue fur, piercing eyes, and his coeurl-like tentacle, looked something of a dandy. Despite possessing the physique of a titan, he insisted on dressing in specially tailored clothes in the finest fashions out of Ul'dah, Gridania, and Ishgard. These days, he favored a fur-lined longcoat of blue linen, cut to compliment his well-sculpted, V-shaped torso, a waistcoat clinging to his diamond-cut abs, his gilded and ruby-encrusted rapier hanging at his side.
But then, standing over both of them was the biggest of them all, Svenasch, his massive greatsword standing as tall as a roegadyn. His snowy-white fur and deep purple strikes traversed a mountainous physique, with sprawling shoulders and a tapestry of muscle for a back. He was born with a pair of horns that only added to his inhuman appearance, and he spoke with a deep, commanding timbre.
"Gentlemen!" He slammed his iron tankard in one of his great, meaty fists. "Another job well done." He smirked. "Those renegades didn't stand a chance. Though, Bruno, you did show off a fair bit, there— unnecessarily."
Brunach scoffed. "It's called psychological warfare, chief." He curled his arm, his rock-hard bicep swelling all the space between his forearm and his face. "When I lift a chocobo with one hand, people think twice of charging us, don't they?"
"Aye, but next time, don't bust down so many walls— the yellowjackets were a little too quick to dock our pay for that," Milo responded.
"Oh, like you didn't do your fair share of showing off. The greatest romance in all of Hydaelyn, and it's you in love with your own reflection," Brunach shot back.
"Oi!" Sven called the two back to attention. "That's enough potshots at one another. By my estimations, we've got two pay days left between us and the treasures of the New World." He held his tankard aloft.
"To the Steelclaw Free Company— we never had a lot to our number, but I dare you to find a bigger Free Company for hire!"
"To the Steelclaws!" came the cry in unison.
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