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| Subject: Shipwrecked! Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:59 pm | |
| Menelmacar laid there uncounsious on the beach, the water washing up around him, wave after wave, his chainmail was under his green tunic, and black pants held up by a brown leather belt, that had a short sword on it, to the left side of him to be precise, the sun beat down on his face as he was face up on his back, just laying on the beach, then a big wave washed a shore and splashed his face as he inhaled, at this time he would jump up and twist to the side as he coughed and spewed up the salt water onto the beach, then the man would slowly stand as he looked around, bits and pieces of his ship he was on all around, and not a soul to be seen, nor bodies for that matter, nor any of the supplies, they must have been ransacked already or washed away to a different location, at that point Menelmacar looked out over the ocean that had just torn up his ship, hard to believe that a storm was out on these waters recently.
Menelmacar would let our a sigh as he turned around away from the ocean to see not far off was a forest, a wooded lot blocking his sight from anything beyond, and after so far in, it seemed the foliage above blocked out sun, and was to dark at this moment to see past it with where he was standing, and with that he would begin his trek in an unknown land, what was his parents wondering at this time about him, maybe they do not even know of the thunderstorm, or the ship wrecking, anyway it was not a time to dawdle, who knew when night would be upon him, he would need to find shelter, that was one of the first things the duadain had taught him when he was younger.
So off he went into the woods, sounds of creatures in the distance, a smell lingered in the air, wet wood, decay from a recent carcass, freshly fallen leaves, and even the smell of some fruits, it must just be the beginning of autuam to smell such smells, Menelmacar would continue his trek into the darkness, his eyes adjusting as he got further in, until it seemed that they were no longer needing light, the little light that shone through the forest was enough to guide him through, Menelmacar would travel on for what seemed like hours, two at most, and then a weird smell came to his nose, and so he would begin to follow the direction it seemed to be waiving from, this kind of smell could be a smell only produced by living people, it smelt like fresh meat cooking.
And thus Menelmacar followed this smell, it seemed the breeze also came from this way that was blowing to allow the scent to waff so far away from the spot it was generating from, and eventually He came upon a small clearing, just ever so small, as if someone lived there, and there was a house, suspended only a few feet in the trees, with stairs leading up to the door, and so Menelmacar would walk up the steps, not trying to conceal his footsteps, his heavy leather boots would make the clunking sound as he stepped on them, and then he would softly rap on the door that seemed to be made of wood, all of it seemed to be that way, rather nice way to camoflauge ones place away from fast traveling people, but the wind was the enemy to this location today.
After a moment of waiting from his Knocking Menelmacar would call out in a bit of a gruff and dry voice " Hello is there anyone home, I smelt something cooking and I..... Well see my shipped wrecked because of the last storm that hit, and I just awoke on the beach not far from here, and I was wondering if you could help me with directions, or Maybe if we can work out some sort of barter for food and drink" Menelmacar stayed standing on the top step as he awaited someone to answer him.
Menelmacar was standing at six foot even, and appearing very lean, he wouldn't seem like much of a threat to most people, let alone his blue eyes that seemed to captivate many people, and his medium length brown almost black hair, and his stubble of a gruff he was growing around his chin, the side of his face, and a bit between his upper lip and below his nose, his ears seemed to be slightly pointy, over all his appearance seemed to make him to be about mid twenties. | |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Tue Apr 28, 2015 7:33 am | |
| It was at this time that Jaina would have been cooking up a rather hefty serving of seared fish, a homemade recipe and soup using raw jungle materials found throughout the beautifully landscaped Midergern. It had just been such a shame since the fall of the late King, and Midergern's royal seat seemed to even be up for grabs at this point. Of course, no one individual has attempted to overtake the throne, Jaina had her own speculations as to the reason why, and most of the ideal revolved around the core of the mysterious plague wandering in the northern plateaus, an area which was at a much higher elevation than that of the southern peninsula, which is where Brill is located, and where Jaina had fortified a home. Turning the wilderness into her protector, she has often relied on the thick and untamed jungle surrounding the area to hide and disguise her enclosures, however, today they have been found.
The scent of briartwine and steamed sweetleaf filled the air, pockets of flavor seemed to explode into a fascinating smell of lavender and sugar, which almost traveled around the entire encampment. Where she had been cooking was about one hundred feet to the north of the man who had just arrived at her home, the same who had stifled a knock and offered some type of bargaining in order to gain some type of food or drink. Jaina, having already been aware of his presence thanks to a series of alarm mechanisms she had been able to rig throughout the area. She'd wander from her cooking cauldron, and turn around to curtsy.
The sky was blue, although the canopy of the jungle trees, drooped vines and the colors of shadowed green seemed to capsulate the abode in a neverending sliver of green light, making the entire area brightly colored green, as was the result of light trying to pass through the hundreds of layers of leaf to reach the fresh and untouched soil beneath her feet. The temperature married up to the dew point quite well, and prevented sweat from forming through the natural order of heat dispersion, it having been much cooler on the ground than above the massive canopies which stretched above for what looked like miles of branches, trees and leaves; the ever present sound of wildlife filling the forests with a tune of mother nature that just could not be ignored.
Jaina scanned over the gentleman before her, taking notes on him as she took information based on what he had said as well as his clothing and body type. He hadn't seemed like the type of man who would harm for no reason, and this personality trait is what enticed Jaina to call out to him. His clothing seemed to be stained with sand shards, and even a small series of seaweed seemed to try and cling to his equipment with a flayed demeanor. He looked quite handsome as she would recollect, a five o'clock shadow seemed to try and reveal itself from the recesses of his jawline. Jaina would have quickly picked up on his ears, and she looked at them intensively, quickly recognizing a sign of ancient elven heritage. This was no ordinary man, and that made him all the more extraordinary when being considered by Jaina. "Greetings.. Welcome to Brill. This is my humble abode. I am Jaina Proudmoore." She would bow to him, and wave him down, beckoning him to join her for some food. "Come, and I will make sure that you are fit for any type of adventure you're planning on undergoing. I am sorry to hear about your ship, though no apology could replace her in the slightest way." She'd whip around a small haystack, bending over momentarily to pick up a transparent plate, seeming to look like a type of crystal, black and green hues mar the surface and underside.
She would sit this plate down on a small wooden bi-fold table she had crafted, which had been fitted to hold the uniquely shown plates to perfection. Offering him a seat, she would reach around to the campfire, and from a metallic turning rod being pitched by two carved wooden ballisters, remove two of the freshly cooked and cooled snapper fish. Setting them on the plate, she would again reach around the haystack, into a small rucksack it now looked to be, and pull from it a bowl of the same crystallic origin. She would fill the bowl with soup from a small cauldron, which heated the delicious mixture of ingredients to the perfect temperature for drinking. These plates and bowls were highly resistant to fire, and seemed to be some type of heat sink that took away the chance to burn yourself by touching the glass-like hardware. As such, one would only come to the conclusion that in order to create or shape this type of source or material may require an incredibly hot flame to liquify and remold it. A breeze passed, ten or so miles an hour in speed, brushing the surrounding bushes and natural scenery about. As dangerously undiscovered and unknown as Midergern truly was, this place could have easily been considered an isle from galapagos; and its beauty seemed to captivate and mesmerize as easily as it killed and concealed its secrets.
It would surprise most that Jaina was in fact a Warlock, as her appearance and her tender heart would discourage the very thought. Although if thought about seriously, it would surface that the entire reason Jaina still resides in Midergern is because of her dark talents, an attempt to hide herself from the disapproving ways of society in order to further delve deeper into artificing and ancient magics, and due to her studies, she can recognize things that are considered "normal" in a world such as this, indicative of her recall of noticing the ears of the man before her and connecting it to the born heritage of ancient elven ancestors, who actually resembled humans like herself, with a few noticeable physical and magically inclined differences. However, these individuals have seem to become extinct, so those who may possess such traits are often dismissed as commonfolk as a result. Jaina brushed her hair behind her ear, the constantly shifting winds blew her ghost white hair about annoyingly, only her one blonde streak would stay gently tucked behind her left ear, while the rest was left unhindered. |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Wed Apr 29, 2015 7:59 pm | |
| Menelmacar was taken aback by the beauty of the woman as he spotted her, he was even speechless for a moment and could not move either, then after a moment he blinked and shook his head, maybe she was truly that capativating or maybe it was his long time out at sea, either way he was not complaining one bit, so this place was called Brill, nice name for a lovely place, and then the woman introduced herself, Jaina, her name was as beautiful as her, that white hair, and the pale skin, her blue eyes, it was all very enticing, he would give her a bow before he followed her and quickly closed the gap that was between them, and he would speak to her in the softest voice he could possibly, mostly due to his shyness, but it still came out rather gruff due to his lack of water "My name is Menlemacar Lady Jaina, I appreciate your kindness you offer in a time like this, aye the ship was a sad loss, but Im quickly coming to like this new land I have stumbled upon" Menelmacar would then hush up as he noticed he began to ramble, and he would even blush ever so slightly, then he accepted the food graciously and tried his best not to seem like a ill mannered slob as he ate the snapper she offered, and guzzled down the soup she gave him, the soup was a welcome refreshment that coated his throat with moisture, allowing his voice to be more controlled, and a much more soothing, almost meloedtic voice would ring from his throat as he spoke once more "Thank you Lady Jaina, I do not know how long ago I was stranded, but it could not have been long, my metal has yet to rust from the water, Please, what can you tell me of these local Lands?" Menelmcar would look towards her as he asked the question, wishing to know all he can about the lands ahead | |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Mon May 04, 2015 11:11 pm | |
| Jaina watched as he introduced himself as Menelmacar, though his name was much too long to pronounce, so she figured she would probably shorten it in some way. She was pleased with his appreciation as she gave the food to him, and he seemed more interested about the wondrous isle of Midergern moreso than anything. She thought at this time it may have been a good idea to introduce herself formally, thus, this would further give him instrospection as to who she was and why she has obtained the knowledge she possesses. "Truth be told, Sir Menelmacar, I am the Queen of the isle you now walk upon. Midergern is a beautiful place of unimagined natural elegance. Things you haven't ever seen walk these lands, and creatures all the more amazing inhabit it, just as the prowess of its spellcasters is well known." She would take a sip of some spring water, gathered from a nearby lake surrounded by a bed of sand and mineral rock. Jaina discovered it shortly after founding Brill, and utilized it as a fresh filtration watering hole from which to drink from.
She would continue talking about the land she owns, describing each area in great detail. "Located directly in the center of the known lands here in Midergern, Central Town lays and is arguably the only large-scale city in the country. I plan on expanding its horizons when my glory as a Queen reaches a height of unparalleled potential. Its surrounded by everything you see here, from thick brush, to layered jungle, so it provides a natural protection from foreigners or outsiders, such as yourself, should you lack a guide of proper stature." She would take a small spoonful of the soup she'd prepared, swallowing it whole and taking it its natural taste. Freshness filled her nose, and a warmth like no other traveled up her throat, radiating a hint of mint and jasmine. "In addition, its also known to be the very first location humans began inhabiting before reaching out into the other known lands. The first jungle is just that, and is extremely dangerous, inhabited by some of the most vile creatures mother nature ever spewed from the undercarriage of creation. One of the more attractive locations, The Falling Water, is the largest known collection of waterfalls known throughout the world, and the sound of the water smashing into the rocks below is so loud that it deafens for a mile in all directions." She'd take another sip of soup, and try to observe Menelmacar's body language or reactions to her storytelling.
Finishing gauging, she began to wrap up the mapping of Midergern. Finally, there is this place, Brill. I built it with my bare hands over the course of a year and a half, after I was banished and exiled by my former mentor, Antonidas. This is my safe haven, and a place I hold dearly to my heart. I use it to study magics of other worlds or dimensions, and it occasionally serves as a small underground trading post for traveling merchants who cannot afford to pay the taxes I levy on normal citizens, so that is my way of helping them. The surrounding borders can be dangerous in certain areas, but for the most part, they are free of roaming disaster." She would smile, adjusting her hair and tucking it behind her ears. She couldn't help but become slightly enamored by the man, his facial markings and scars gave her a sense of security and helplessness, one which beckoned her call to intrigue. "So, Menelmacar, tell me a bit about yourself. How have you come to get here and arrive at my doorstep, of all places?" She'd giggle, picking her cup up, drinking from it, and setting it back down gently, awaiting his response. |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Mon May 04, 2015 11:49 pm | |
| Menelmacar would sit there has he ate the meal she handed him and listened to her words, shortly after he was finished he just sat there, staring in amazement at her story, he could tell from her words how much she loved the land, he could tell she was going to make a great queen, and the way she talked, it raised a question in his mind, but decided to wait on asking it for right now, as he did not want to get to personal with his questions at this moment in time, he would just nod for right now, entranced by her words.
As she talked about being the Queen, and the Beauty of the place, the Unimagined Natural elegance, Amazing Creatures and Spell casters of prowess, and she continued on in the immense detail of the Central City, the plans she had for it, the forestry scene around them being what surrounded the land, he watched the elegance of her sipping her soup, and her words enchanted him even more as she spoke of this being where the humans of this land started here, Menelmacar thought to himself ‘Shipwrecked to eh?’ but still listened to her words of the vile creatures, He would have to go there to test his mettle one day against those creatures, and then the sounds of the waterfalls, that sounds rather Tranquil.
Then she spoke in detail of brill and her old master throwing her to the curb like that, how uncivilized, and she spoke even more about how she helped the surrounding merchants and travelers with no were else to go, and then she started playing with her hair again, and she seemed to be focusing on him now, this made him blush a bit, and then she asked about him, and how he came to be on her stoop, and her giggle, he just melted at it and he would respond to her in kind.
“My Lady…” he would give her a small bow “ I come from a land far from here, there My parents are queen and king, and are so respected other queen and kings bow to them and look to them for guidance, but when I was young they shipped me away to live how my father did, so I may grow up to be a benevolent ruler as he is, and with them I learned how to fight and went on many adventures and quests with them, till one day I was on a ship, sailing the seas, and we were doing great till a storm hit, and when it hit, it destroyed the ship, and from what I searched for, Im the only survivor so I used the techniques they taught me while I grew up to begin a trek through the woods, it was a little dark and scary, almost had a run in with a few of the different not so friendly beasts, but I got by them fine enough, then a wonderful aroma caught my nose and I had to simply follow it, and I followed it to your place here, the place you call Brill, and from there, you know my story, I am sorry If it is not as exciting as yours, but that is it in a nutshell.”
Menelmacar would give a soft chuckle and look away blushing for a moment, he had not seen woman in this kind of manner before, never before had one intrigued him in such a way, maybe it was due to his higher stature and she was of that higher stature as well, or maybe it was just his personality, and her personality that seemed to collide so well, whatever it was, it drove him to his question “So My Lady Jaina, What about a King?” Menelmacar hoped this was rather subtle enough to ask if she was a married woman or not. | |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Tue May 05, 2015 9:59 am | |
| Jaina would look over Menelmacar, not sure what to make of him at first, though as she began to notice his facial blemishes and his blushing, as well as the followed body language which would stifle any measure of false insecurity, she was more than sure he was a man she could trust. And it is quite ironic that it would turn out that this man also happened to share a lineage of royal blood, though she wondered what his skills consisted of, and wished to delve in to that part of his life soon enough. But first, Menelmacar had asked of her a question, a surprising one to say the least and indeed one she hadn't thought about until the second he had spoken the words. What about a King? They echoed in her mind. She had never thought of ruling Midergern with two lords. It was actually a splendid idea, though Jaina had no romantic acquaintances, nor had she ever wished herself to have them up until now. She was lost in thought, but just for a moment, before reality began to set back in to her wildly imaginative mind. Now was not the time for meditative study, but more so, a time for curiosity and the measure of unopened doors.
Jaina would sip from her cup multiple times during the small story explained by Menelmacar, and despite its lack of detail, she took in every word spoken to heart, and thoroughly enjoyed hearing about rulers in other lands. Considering Midergern is now shut off to much of the rest of the planet, civilization has yet to find its corrupting ways reach the borders of Midergern, and Jaina only has the jungle she loves so much to thank for that. If it weren't for its creatures, massive cave networks and natural facade, Midergern may very well have collapsed under the threat of the Dragons, just as many other countries suffered. A fate shared between the men and women who echo upon eternity. ".. I had never thought of one, truly." She'd shy away from his direction briefly, allowing the blush now settled under her eyes to diminish. Looking back at him, she took a spoonful of soup, swallowed it, and set the bowl on the wonderfully embroidered green and yellow loincloth tapestry to her left, which laid out over a nicely carved wooden, ivory and silver table about two feet wide, by three feet tall. The table actually was of ancient elven heritage, and Jaina managed to find it in a small tomb not far from Brill. It was very possible that Menelmacar could identify with this item as one of his kins` creations.
She looked back at him, seemingly piercing his soul with unquestionable faith. She was sure he could be one to trust, and it was quite apparent that he had no where else to go, as far as she could tell. So she decided to ask another question, one to fill her in one what he planned to do now. "So, tell me, Menelmacar. I understand that due to your ships destruction, you have inevitably wound up here, and you have no way back to the known world. If that is correct to assume, I offer you my humble condolences for the loss of your crew, and I will send some of my scouts to try and find any possible survivors of your fallen privateers, and I also offer you my home to serve as your own." She was unsure at first if she could give him true admission into Brill, and Midergern as a whole, but over the course of the last few minutes, she had managed to build up quite a nice bond with the man, and decided he needed rest and a nice place to live in the meantime, if he should want to build another boat. She would reach underneath of a small pouch located on her belt, loosely fitting around her waist and seemed to hang slightly lower to the right, following the contours of her bottom robes. Pulling from it, a small cloth pouch, inside, a gift. "There is ten gold pieces in that bag, and you may do with it as you may. But understand, my trust is placed not lightly, but heavily in those I hold dear to heart and soul. If I am ever betrayed, you will face my wrath. The storms of hell would be upon you than." Her eyes seemed to emanate a firey presence, green flames filling her pupils before she would blink and return to normal. Looking away for a moment, trying to contain her shadow magic, she refocused on Menelmacar and awaited his response. |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Tue May 05, 2015 11:28 pm | |
| Menelmacar watched her as she watched him, and then eventually he noticed when she spaced out a moment, and then after a while, when he went to pull her out of it, she snapped herself out of it, good, and then he watched her sip from her cup, he watched her as he told his story, and then she asked her question…no more of she was stating a fact as if to confirm what he said was true, he would nod to her as she spoke, and then she offered her services and her home.
Menelmacar would most likely be taken aback by this, it was rather fast to offer such a thing, then he thought back, she did say she helped many people like this, but then she slides him a bag, and he looked at the bag as she explained that it contained in it ten gold pieces, and she went on to talk about her faith, and the sound of it, she was placing him close to her heart and soul already, and when she looked back after having looked away.
He drew his sword and knelt down in front of her, placing the tip down and the handle was in his face, he would bow his head, and he would say to her “Lady Jaina Proudmoore, I Menelmacar Son of Aragorn, Heir to the throne of Minas Tirith, Swear my Sword and my Loyalty to you, I am yours to command and will not leave your service till you release me, that is if you will have me, I will be your Knight” and He would keep his head bowed as he waited for her response to his words, then suddenly a Howl could be heard rather close, and he would jump to his feet and readied his sword he was ready to head out the door and challenge the howling creature.
Menelmacar would do so if not stopped by the Lady Jaina, if not stopped when he jumped out, a Wolf would be there, not one of normal breed either, not one he has fought before, but one that must be home of Midergern, it was bigger and looked more rabid, it would charge forward the moment Menelmacar had stepped within its eye sight, Menelmacar would roll to the side as it would go past him, and by the time it took for it to spin back around, Menelmacar would have already spun around and charged forward, the wolf would clamp down on the blade as he tried to thrust it forward, Menelmacar would kick forward with his foot, aiming for the snout of the wolf, and when it connected the wolf would let go of the blade, the pain sensors in the nose of the wolf would go haywire, giving Menelmacar the chance to thrust forward with the blade, but the wolf jumped back away from him before he could, Menelmacar would curse himself, and him and the wolf would dance around a bit, then suddenly they would both charge at each other, the wolf would jump forward and bite down on his shoulder not wielding the blade, and as it did, Menelmacar drove the Sword into the chest of the Wolf, blade sideways to slide between the ribs and it pierce the wolf’s heart, and it would release his shoulder as it dropped away from him, Menelmacar would stagger back and looked over to Lady Jaina as he smiled and then collapsed next to the wolf, the pain was too much for him to handle at that moment in time, and with barely any armor on, it tore him up pretty badly.
If he was Stopped By Lady Jaina from going outside he would look at her as if to ask why, but he pretty much understood why, this was a creature of her woods, her lands, and so of course she would not want a creature of hers hurt, be it vile or not, He would still stand guard to protect her, as to make sure if it would try to get inside he would keep her safe, he would stand close to her, his arm extended out to block her, and his sword at the ready to fight just in case, but given with enough time the wolf would go away, and he would calm back down and turned back to her, apologizing for his actions “ I am sorry If I offended you, I just wished to defend you, I wished no harm to come to you” Menelmacar would bow to her once more and waited till she said something for him to stand back up straight | |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Wed May 06, 2015 12:45 am | |
| Jaina would watch as Menelmacar pledged his undyng loyalty to her. It was breathtaking to say the least, and no other person had approached her in such a manner. It was quite the surprise to say the least. Suddenly, however, a wolf had made itself present. As Menelmacar stated, this was no ordinary wolf, and it was one which has inhabited and evolved within the jungles of Midergern for thousands of years. Known as alpha prowlers, these vicious wolf brethren are almost double the size, and have a matching jaw snapping force capable of crushing bone. As Menelmacar engaged the wolf, Jaina became enamored with his physical fighting ability, being able to effectively kick the wolf back a few feet despite its massive size. Impressed, she, herself, began daydreaming about the days of the Dragons Reign, and Jaina falling into a trance that had her believe she had killed an ancient reptilian creature of legendary stature.
But, by this time in her daydream; it wouldn’t have been before long until the pain set in. This was a consequence the young magi would be forced to accept as she grew accustomed to the strain the Spell put on her muscles. Jaina had been working out the Spell for a few days now, yet she hadn’t got it down to a science quite yet. “Once more.” she whispered quietly to himself. The characteristic swishing sound ensued, her ankles flaring up suddenly and then shooting outward a couple of meters forward. The explosiveness was there, her timing impeccable; however there was one major problem. Whiplash. Jaina’s legs would invariably move in one consistent direction, her neck in the opposite. Falling forward, the girl hit the ground running but not on her legs this time.
Over-extension of her neck would prove troublesome, and in the worst case scenario fatal. This was something she would have to compensate for, not being able to adapt would render the Spell completely and utterly useless. Frustration ran rampant across the girls` brow, it was a damn shame. Punching the ground, a scowl formed on the corner of her lips. Letting forth a faint grunt, she picked herself up from the ground and continued about her training. “Again.” her vocal intonation lowered slightly, a sign of her growing displeasure. She grew tired. She wanted to go home, but couldn’t force herself to just walk away. She cursed her prideful nature, loosening her rigid shoulders as she attempted to perform the Spell again.
She barked in agony, her legs started to cramp and would soon go limp entirely. The Proudmoore girl struggled to get her knees as she writhed pitifully on the damp earth. It was a sad sight to behold, the Person more closely resembling a wet dog than a human at this point. Her remoteness would prove troublesome to be sure, she was certain there was no one around for miles. Damn her weakness and her choice of seclusion too for that matter. Grass. It was the last thing she felt before falling unconscious from the exhaustion. She was in luck though, for she would elude death yet.
Jaina awoke sometime later, all signs pointing to morning. She was home, though she didn't necessarily remember, how or when she got there. She felt rather strange, her hands lay lanquid at her sides, tucked under the warm embrace of her quilt. Her hands moved, and pushed forward to sit herself up, sliding the blanket across her body all the while shifting her legs out from under it. Looking downward she noticed her legs were more or less healed completely. As she remembered it, her legs were a dull purple in hue, she could barely move them, but here she was, and there they were. She couldn't even fully describe the situation.. It wa amiguous at best, to be honest.
The sharp eyed girl was almost glad in a way, she could've died after all. "Note to self.. Train in more populated areas." She turned her legs toward the edge of the bed whilst she spoke, trying to feel out any possible discomfort she may still have. Jaina noticed a faint soreness though it was more akin to minor muscle strains, nothing more. The Proudmoore girl pushed herself from the bed, landing smoothly, and walking over to a nearby chair where her parcel and equipment lay. Jaina got dressed, albeit rather slowly, her head pointed up towards the wall as she did so. The tiles were egghell white in color of stucco texture. The drabness of the room didn't bother her as much as she thought, seldom did the thought of redecorating cross her mind; it only served her as a place of rest after all.
Once her dressing phase was complete, adorned in her new clothing that befit her coke-bottle shape perfectly, she went across the hall and quickly made breakfast. The food had little taste as it swirled around in her mouth, battered about by her tongue. Taste ceased to exist long ago for the Person, it was like her room - only having one purpose. Jaina finished her food rather quickly, placed her dishes into the sink, and stepped out of her apartment. As she crept down the stairs which led outside, she noticed a young girl in her late teens to early twenties sitting peculiarly on one of the steps outside of her building. She was beautiful to say the least, long black hair and extremely dark eyes; and was a long time rival of Jaina. Officer Takuna Kiuzima. She wore the village's BDU Police Force uniform, but without a mask. An enemy of her if there ever was one.
"I assume you're alright now." She spoke, letting loose a slight smile as she did so. Her Kirigakure forehead protector lay prominently on where it should be, though slightly tilted to one side. She didn't look menacing, though you could never been too sure with kunoichi in the Land of Water. They were all deadly. Look at Jaina for example. "Why did you come after me, and why have you decided to confront me?" She bellowed, pulling out a kunai as she spoke. "Oh, so that is how you talk to someone who just saved your life? Ask a little nicer and I might just tell you!" She was toying with Jaina. This angered her. "Answer me, you impident worm.." She'd pettily comment. Her eyes lit up, she was seething. Jaina simply spit on the ground. "Nevermind.. I have more important things to attend to. She'd bow, and leave.
After leaving the gates of her home village, she traveled for several hours without seeing a single person, it didn't bother her much as the young Person had a tendancy to phase out of the real world and day dream as she walked along a dusty road, every couple of minutes she would briefly return to the real world and check her surroundings. As she looked forward he started to notice the beginning of a forest, she was on the outskirts but noticed smoke rising from further in, being curious and slightly worried that one of her fellow Person may be in trouble she decided to investigate...
The flag of the staff sailed behind her as she moved quickly through the trees, the dense woodland becoming more and more thick as she moved through it. The staff easily removed anything in her way, and the trail fanning behind her, setting everything on fire as it moved through all the things. The staff was held close enough to her body when she made it through the bush, aware that she was on soft soil now, aware that she was very close to the edge of Kirigakure, it would not be long until she reached the ends of the forest, she could see someone in the way, a man, one who clearly did not know what he was getting in the way of. However, she could not just run him over, that would be too cruel, but she could not let the dragon get out of her sight either. Mixed emotions filled her.
"Please, get out of my way, I don't wanna have to hurt you"
Her words would be highlighted by her weapon as she presented it forward, the trail of flames which had followed the weapon following it upwards. The staff would burn brightly, the flames that consumed it enough to eat away at almost any object, human flesh included. The weapons size would be increased by the flames, the four foot staff extended and extra one and a half feet, the entire thing consumed by a bright, almost white flame. It was not so much an offer to the male, as a command, if he did not remove himself from her path, she would need to remove him for her own self, since that creature in the sky would not wait. If anything, it would give her a chance to test her flame trapping skills, but she would rather find the dragon before hand.
Increasing the power of the flames would increase the length of the trail that she could leave behind, which is what she had done as the raven haired male entered the clearing and stood in her way. The trail would be more than enough to set him alight, and only the most powerful of alloys would be able to stand its wrath if he was caught by the trail. Presently, her trail was not too powerful, extending a mere five meters behind the weapon, the temperature of which was well over the melting point of earth. To prove she was not exaggerating to the male, she would whip the sword to the side, unleashing a flash of flames outwards, the trail following the path of the staff and moving towards him. However, she had stopped too far from him, and he would only feel the heat of the weapon for now, it was an example, she did not want to have to kill him.
However, some people could only be cured by death, and while she was a firm believer in keeping the peace, she also believed that not all men stood for what was right. Some people were merciless, and tried to destroy all they could reach, and some wanted to watch the world burn around them. Those people were the kinds that would not listen to logic, the kinds of people she knew would fight just for the fun of fighting. Perhaps this male was that, or maybe he would move out of the way for her. She did not know, all she knew was that she was going to catch that god damned dragon even if she had to kill this guy. No one, not anyone in the world, was going to stop her from getting the winged beast as a companion, that was a promise.
Akurano worked his way through some shubbery until he came into a clearing, assuming he must be close to what ever is causing the destruction he looked around and was startled to see a trail of smoke and flames rising from the forest around him.
Before the pale Person could comprehend what was going on he heard a woman shouting at him, turning to her to see what was happening he was met with a powerful blow from what seemed to be a large sword made of fire. Completely dumbstruck by what was going on Akurano wasn't able to know whether the attack purposely missed or whether the crazed woman had missed in haste. His face almost burnt as the flaming staff narrowly avoided him. The woman still approaching him, Akurano was unsure whether she would attack him again or simple run him down.
Confused and slightly scared and still trying to understand what she had said before, was she threatening him or generally concerned, with little time to react Akurano thought the best idea would be simple to neutralise the threat, pacifer her. Facing her he formed a chain of hand seals. Quickly and accurately, as he formed the last seal he slammed his hands into the ground. A bright blow semi-sphere surrounded him suddenly. Emitting a buzzing sound as the lightning charkra surrounded him. Instantly he forced the forcefield to suddenly expand rapidly.
Apparently the male refused to move, and now seemingly mad at her, began to perform hand seals. However, Jaina would have none of it, she had not attacked the man directly, nor did she plan to still, but she would prevent him form doing something stupid. Moving rapidly as he performed his seals, she would move her sword to his throat before he had time to slam his hands on the ground, as if he did, his throat and head would be melted by the sheer heat. In fact, just being in such close proximity of the tip of the fire staff would sear his skin painfully, but he would certainly not be able to do anything about it. His Spell, whatever it was going to be, was disrupted, and she once again found herself asking a question.
"Do you really want to die?"
The dragon, at this moment in time would be a little further away, but she refused to give up on it. As she held the staff outwards, she gave a quick scan of the sky to see if it was still within sight. She had been catching up at one point, but now it was probably too late to do anything. Her eye twitched in annoyance, if he had indeed forced her to lose the trail of the great sky beast, she would indeed kill him. Such a grand creature would not be wasted. The flames of the weapon were still fluttering in the air behind her after she had moved, the line of fire burning everything as it floated. The forest that had been burning behind her was either catching up now, or the flames from her previous movement had managed to spark a flame. Either way, she would not be hurt by the tremendous fire, but this male may not be so lucky.
The weapon had spawned the great tale of flames with such intensity that as they had rose into the air, as warm air did, it had ignited the leaves and the trees of the canopy above, and now immolation was imminent. She would feel a little guilty about all this, but it was accidental. Mostly anyway. The flame trail had been something she had needed to master, and in doing so, if she set some forests on fire or destroyed some property, well, as long as no one was hurt, she would be fine with it. The male, if he made the wrong move, could face the possibility of sharing fates with the forest, being set alight by her weapon. Merely touching the fire with a flammable material would allow it to burn with such strength for such a long time. Although she possessed no ability for immortal fire yet, she understood that the weapon was still lethal.
Impractical for the most part, as she could not think of a situation where using the sword to create a streak of fire would be necessary. Then again, as this male had proven, people and surprises happened all the time, if by mastering every aspect of the staff she gave herself multiple paths of fighting, she would also create multiple ways of surviving. The searing metal waited for an answer, it was up to him, he could not escape her now, sure, she would allow a few steps back so he was not melted by the heat of the flames, but running away, or even attacking, not a chance, he would be dead before he could do anything of the sort. Smirking a little, she raised an eyebrow, right now even a quick movement would not help, as she would simply kill him before he had the chance to move, she had been around long enough to know the signs of a body before it forced itself to do those, even if she lacked the capabilities herself.
It had not been a good day for the young Person, he now understood why leaving the village was such a large deal, starting with a simple stroll he found himself on his knee's with a flaming staff dangerously close to his face causing major discomfort and what he assumed to be the starting of some savage blistering, The forest around him was burning and he assumed that he would soon join it. He was still trying to piece together the last minute or so of his life. Several moments after he was rushed by an unknown woman, she asked him a question. The fact that she asked such a question was more shocking then the whole event that had taken place. Although he rarely gets annoyed he was getting rather aggy at this point but he knew it would be for the best not to start shouting in the position he was in.
"Die? I was going for a stroll... Wondered why my countries forest was on fire and to finish things off when I went to investigate I had some half crazed woman charging at me with a giant flaming staff, and you think I wanted to die?"
Sweat began to pour off him, his breathing became heavier and the blistering was becoming more severe. Hoping that his innocent responce was enough for the woman to at least draw the god forsaken sword away from his seemingly melting face. There was little moisture in the air as it had been obliterated by this girls rampage on the forest. Swallowing to try and clear his throat morikana obo glanced up at the woman and noticed that she was scanning the sky like she was looking for something.
Guilt saddled the girl, that was not supposed to happen, she was not supposed to be the bad person. No, she had mistaken the male, sighing, she lowered her sword, which still left behind a trail in the air, falling to the earth. This was dangerous stuff, and it was not supposed to end up with the loss of innocent lives. The staff to her side, she looked around the forest, the weapon had caused some serious destruction, the fire from it alone enough to cause such destruction, she had not used any of her own skills. Akumahi Ken, Demonic Flame Staff indeed, using merely the supplementary abilities of the weapon she had ended a rather large section of earth with minimal mana output and skill usage. And now she had forced an innocent into submission, this was not right.
As the world burned around her, she stumbled back, feeling horrible for her own actions, the devastation she caused was nothing compared to taking a life, she did not want that. He had been taking a fucking stroll for gods sake, and she had been so wrapped up in capturing the dragon that she had thought he was another fool in the way of trying to stop her. The flame staff in her hand felt calm again, as it always did. It was not the weapon, it did not thirst for blood, it was a kindred spirit of her own body, not calling for blood, merely for a good equal fight. What she had given it, was certainly not a fight, it was a disgrace to her own name and abilities, having sworn not to kill anyone who did not deserve it, and almost going out of her way to do such, simply because he had been walking through her direction and intercepted her course?
Although reasons for someone to walk through a forest that was on fire was minimal at most, but he was probably trying to discover the source of the flames and the core of the problem. Her. There was a loud crack to her right as a tree erupted into flames, the sap of it heating and exploding, shattering the wood from the tree causing an explosion of tree shards as the tree fell forward. It was going to land on their position, and, still feeling bad for trying to kill him, Jaina would move to destroy it, her staff coming up, the searing steel meeting the wood of the tree, cauterizing it and easily sliding through the wood of the tree. Although massive and heavy, it would not be able to withstand such steel, never mind the weapons sharpness on top of the fact it was on fire. And for good measure, the trail of the flames burned the tree, her arm still extended in the air as the tree was cut over them.
The fire was spreading at a rapid rate, and things were getting fucked, if the male did not escape the forest soon he would find this his grave, and his body would be cremated if that was the case. The genes in her body allowed her to withstand such temperatures with such ease, but the beading of sweat on the males forehead was more than enough to tell her that he was struggling, and the fire from the staff probably had not helped. Arm still extended, the flames still arcing from the weapon as it cleaved through the tree, Jaina stood poised as the two logs fell either side, a shocking display of dominance and power, both of herself and the sword. The fire would soon reach the point where he would die regardless of whether or not he could escape the flames, the heat would force him to pass out, and she did not care how guilty she felt, she would not carry him.
Looking up at the woman he didn't understand how she was coping with the heat and to be honest he was to occupied with trying to live, on his knees he felt an anger building inside of him, looking up at the woman he was growing more furious. He knew she wouldn't help him and why should she, it was survival of the fittest and in this case he surely wasn't the fittest infact he was infact the equivalent of an obese kid running an uphill marathon in the middle of summer.
Refusing to go down with a fight he knew that his chances were slim but he had to try something. With little energy and mana left he tried to reach into his pouch and slyly removed a shadow knife. taking a deep breath and taking a last look at the sky he attempted a last lunge at that woman who had forsaken his life from the moment he had met her.
As the tree fell around the, she was struck in her midsection by the male and his staff. Where a normal person could have or would have been fatally wounded by the shadow knife, she was just angered at his selfishness. As he collided with her body, she drew her elbow downwards, striking him in the back of the neck as they fell backwards, drawing the sword over, the fire igniting greater than ever, and plunged it through his back. The flame of the sword itself would be enough to ignite him as it was, but the trail of the weapon would also bear itself upon his body as the fire followed the sword, and he would be induced to even more painful burning. Brought upon himself, but he would die, burning from the inside and outside for his arrogance. He could have escaped, her could have saved her the blood on her hands. Now however, it was too late for her to do anything about it.
Ripping the headband from her body, she would spin in a circle, dragging the flames of the staff in a circle around them, this would be his ritual from her, he would be cremated, and that was enough for her. His death, while unnecessary, was done now, and there was nothing she could do about it. The staff had done its job, however, it sang a sorrowful tune at the death, having caused something that was not meant to happen, a crime against nature, an unworthy death. He had attacked, and she had defended herself, thats all there was to it, but she abhorred death without a point, as did her stave. As the forest fell around her she began to once more sprint, having tucked the males headband into her own pouch for later on, she needed to get back on the trail of that dragon, but it meant clearing to a place where there was no smoke, and now that the fire had engulfed everything there was little chance of that happening now.
Her sword still in her hand, she moved swiftly, cutting down any forestation before her as it moved in her path, the trees falling, apparently the bush was a lot larger than she had guessed, and the fact she was running for such a length of time made her wonder if the dragon had already escaped, but surely the fact that there was a gargantuan fire and smoke billowing from all directions, would the dragon not come to try and find what the source was? After all, creatures such as that were bore from fire, would they not be attracted to it? Well, it did not matter now, she had to keep moving so she could get to see it at least. Looking up, the canopy above her was smoldering, but she could get through it. Swinging her staff, she forced the flames to rise into the air, and they cut down some of the trees using the trail, which was more than enough to let her see the sky for a few seconds.
A dark shade swooped overhead, the Dragon was around here, apparently attracted by her destruction of everything here, but she could not see where it was through the fire and smoke, only that it was over the forest right now, meaning she was so close to her target now that her excitement was growing, and the swords too. A battle worth the staff, to fight a dragon, to face a creature of such an element, the same element as their own. Jaina held the staff forward; also pulling her Stave out to slay the dragon as well, watching as the trail of flames followed. The weapon was growing stronger, she could feel it, and with a stronger weapon, the trainer got stronger when using it. She was so close now, mastery of the staff would soon be attained, and after that? Well, she would continue mastering it, it was her sword, she could do with it what she wished. Taking one final slash, she formed a line in the earth, ten meters in length, the flame of the staff being created in an awesome fashion like the tail.
As he had expected his final efforts in bringing down his enemy had failed, as his staff was deflected he felt a gruesome pain tear through his torso, his body burning with agonizing torture. She had conquered the dragon, and become a more powerful Warlock in the process. She had allowed Menelmacar to engage the wolf fully, and he had suffered the damage presented to him by the alpha prowler, which now laid on the ground lifeless, a blade stowed in its chest. She had been forcefully snapped back into reality, as the man was bitten. She rushed to his aid afterward, nearly knocking the ancient elven table over as she jumped with an adrenaline fueled rush of ambition to save his life. She knelt down hastily, hovering over him, and tearing a small cloth from the upper arm portion of her robes, tying it around his arm and his neck, providing him with a sling, after disinfecting the wound with a series of natural herbs she had laying around.
Shellshocked, she wasn't truly sure how to approach the situation. Thusly, she was speechless for a moment, simply just trying to think of something to say to show her appreciation and gratitude for his actions. "... Thank you Menelmacar.. Your skills prove valorous and powerful. I thank you for protecting me. And as for your pledge of loyalty, I accept it fully, and attain all responsibility for your actions and the actions of others who may fall under your command. I deem you a Seer of Midergern, and The Protector of Brill. I will see about getting you a new sword, hm? One more suitable for a man of your calibre." She would smile, helping him to a standing position, and sitting him down not far from where the wolf was slain. She thought back, only for a moment every now and again whilst assisting Menelmacar, about slaying the dragon in her dreams. The days of the Dragons` Reign have come to an end, but for Jaina, her adventures have seemed to only just begin. |
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| Menelmacar was out cold, and while Jaina worked to patch him up and heal him, his mind wondered to life in the village for some reason, why would he ever dream of something like that, maybe it was because he never lived in a village for very long, but when he did he loved it, and his dream wound up like this.
The sun was just raising in the sky, and Menelmacar was already awake, he watched it rise, he was awoken from the wind blowing, he could hear it coming in from the leak in the window seal, then after he was awoken walked five steps from his bed to the dresser, choosing today his normal training cloths, a grey pair of sweats, a grey tank top, a grey sweater over the tank top, a pair of grey socks with his grey cross trainers on his feet, he took his head band and tied it around his neck, and this was what he wore after he took a warm shower, then after he showered and dressed, he went down stairs, and into this kitchen, he took out a bowl from a cabinet and a spoon from the drawer, he took down a box of cereal, and went to the fridge and pulled out the milk, he would pour the cereal and milk in the bowl and then put them back up, and then he would sit at his table and ate his cereal, once his breakfast was done and he washed the dishes, he went upstairs to watch the sun raise, once the sun rose, he went outside and started jogging around the village, now that he could see he was taking in all the sites, the beauty behind everything he was missing out on before, and eventually his jogging would lead him straight to the training ground, he figured it would be a nice time to do some more training, now that he could see, he would run up into the training grounds and would go to a spot where he could see some training dummies and a few trees, some rocks as well, and he stood in some grass.
After a moment of taking in the beauty of the seen, the green leaves and grass, the brown dirt and trees, the blue sky, the white clouds, the orange sun that had barely rose to the mark that would tell someone it has been two hours since he started jogging, the grey rocks, the same grey color like his training outfit, he would drop down to the grass face first, his hands would catch himself and then he would push up till his arms would be fully extended, then he would let his arms lower till they made ninety degree angles, he was on the tips of his toes the whole time, keeping his back straight, he would push his arms up again till they were once more fully extended, as he did these he would count out loud with his normal voice of warmth "One, Two, Three, One...One, Two, Three, Two...One, Two, Three, Three" on the one count he would have his arms bent in the ninety degree angles, on the two count his arms would be extended, three his arms was bent once more, so to him, each count of One push up, equaled two, he would continue to count as he continued to do his push-ups "One, Two, Three, Four.....One, Two, Three, Five....One, Two, Three, Six" his mind would reel back to the days he was blind and he wondered if this was the same spot he liked to train at all the time, or if was just some random spot in the woods that he though was the training ground, he would shake his head as he would think to himself, at least I can see where I am now, the counting would continue "One,Two,Three,Seven...One,Two,Three,Eight....One,Two,Three,Nine" as he was looking down at the ground, when he got close he could see the breath he exhaled from his nose push dirt away in all directions, even watched as ants would walk into site and then get blown away, the grass gets pushed down before reverting back into its upright position he would continue out loud " One, two, three, Ten...One, two, three, eleven....one, two, three, twelve" Menelmacarik would only think to himself of all the times he missed something beautiful and he would get angry at whatever unknown factor that made him blind and he would use that anger to full himself to continue with more push-ups "one, two, three, Thirteen.....one, two, three, fourteen....one, two, three, fifteen" a sweat was beginning to break out across his face, he wanted to at least double the number of push-ups he was on before he moved on to the next exercise "one,two,three,sixteen....one,two,three,seventeen...one,two,three,eighteen" the sweat ran down his face, the way he was currently none of it would get into his eyes, but it would feel nice when the breeze would blow by, his sweater beginning to get heavier as the sweat made it such, and he would go on "One, two, three, Nineteen....one, two, three, Twenty....One, two, three, Twenty one" Menelmacar would continue, his breathing getting a little louder, exerting himself more, pushing himself to his fullest potential "One, Two, Three, twenty two....one, two, three, twenty three....one, two, three, twenty four" his arms would begin to shake with exestuation he pushes himself more despite that fact "One, two, three, Twenty Five...one, two, three, twenty six...One, two, three, twenty seven" Menelmacar would encourage himself to push out three more "one, two, three, twenty eight...one, two, three, twenty nine...one ,two ,three ,Thirty" and then Menelmacar would quickly slide his knees up underneath himself so that he would not fall completely to the ground out of exestuation.
He would push himself onto his back and then crossed his arms across his chest, he would pull his legs up and had his knees bent, he would then begin to do sit ups, he would Tighten his abdominal muscles gently by drawing in his belly button to his spine, Keeping his heels on the ground and his toes flat to the ground, slowly and gently lifts his head first, followed by his shoulder blades. He Focus's his eyes on his bent knees, all the while gently contracting the abdominal muscles. Pulling up from the floor until he is at a ninety-degree angle, or when the elbows are on, or past, the knees. He would hold the position for a second. Slowly bring the torso back to the floor but trying to keep it slightly elevated off the ground. This means He does not place his back flat to the ground but to keep a slight, yet relaxed, arch. and Menelmacar would repeat this process over and over, counting as he did his sit ups "One,two,three,One...One,two,three,two..One,two,three,Three" Menelmacar would continue to do the sit ups, at least now he could see the sky, watching the clouds move and the birds fly over head as he went onto his back and back up to his knees, still counting out loud "One,two,three,Four...One,Two,three,five....one,two,three,six" He would note shapes of clouds as he would continue the sit ups, seeing a few animals and a couple of shapes,"One,two,three,Seven...One,two,three,eight...one,two,three,nine" Menelmacar's sit ups would continue to Tighten his abdominal muscles gently by drawing in his belly button to his spine, Keeping his heels on the ground and his toes flat to the ground, slowly and gently lifts his head first, followed by his shoulder blades. He Focus's his eyes on his bent knees, all the while gently contracting the abdominal muscles. Pulling up from the floor until he is at a ninety-degree angle, or when the elbows are on, or past, the knees. He would hold the position for a second. Slowly bring the torso back to the floor but trying to keep it slightly elevated off the ground. This means He does not place his back flat to the ground but to keep a slight, yet relaxed, arch. "One, two, three, ten...one, two, three, eleven...one,two,three,twelve" Menelmacar's sweating grew more profusely, the sweat was now able to reach his eyes, giving them a slight sting, but he would continue through it "one,two,three,thirteen...one,two,three,fourteen...one,two,three,Fifteen" Menelmacar would shake his head to get rid of the sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and matted down all over his head, the sit ups would still continue, despite his muscles wanting him to stop, he wanted to continue a little longer "one,Two,Three,sixteen...One,two,three,Seventeen...One,two,three,Eighteen" Menelmacar's breathing became even louder, taking deeper breaths in through his mouth and then letting them out through his nose, keeping it in rhythm of his sit ups" One,two,three,nineteen...one,two,three,twenty...one,two,three,twenty one" Menelmacar would get a little slower with his sit ups as they got a little more strained to do, feeling the burning sensation in his abs "One,Two,Three,twenty two. One,Two,three,twenty three...one,two,three,twenty four" Menelmacar would begin to hum a song in his head to keep him going, giving him the strength to keep going "One,Two,three,twenty five...One,two,three,twenty six..one,two,three,twenty seven" Menelmacar would continue the song in his head forgetting what number he was one, beginning to sing the song out loud,"one,two,three,twenty eight...One,two,three,twenty nine...one,two,three,Thirty" Menelmacar would now stretch his muscles out before he stood up.
At this point when Menelmacar looked up at the sky, he had seen the sun had move closer towards the Noon position by another two hours, he would remove his sweater, so he was wearing his grey tank top now, he would grab a few of the Rocks and knives he carried in his pocket, and would throw them at one of the dummies, five Rocks and fifteen knives would all hit random locations on the dummy, Menelmacar would walk over to the dummy and grabbed the five Rocks, he would carve five circles into a tree in a line nearby, he would kick the tree and launch himself off from it and spin in the air, as he did his flip spin, he would have all five Rocks ready to throw, leaves had begun to fall, and with the right aiming he threw the Rocks as he fell, all five hitting a leaf and pushing the leaf to the circles on the tree, he would then walk back over to the dummy which had his knives, in it, and removed all fifteen, he would line up fruits along the arms of the various dummies, and then he would throw the knives in an arc like motion with his arm, all fifteen of them, and he would watch as fruit after fruit would be knocked down and stuck with a knives, Menelmacar went and gathered up all of his knives and Rocks and placed them back in his pocket, then he started testing his drawing reflexes, taking a Rocks or knives from his pocket and throwing it as fast as he could at a dummy, watching it hit his target, but was a little away from his mark, so he would continue to practice this for some time, till his aim was perfect, the sweat running down his face would get even worse, and so Menelmacar would walk to the rock he placed his sweater on and wipe his face with it, then he would set it down on the rock, and would take a stance in front of the rock, and would begin to punch the rock, going back and forth between his left fist, then his right fist, hitting the rock, as he continued to punch the rock, eventually his knuckles would begin to bleed, and Menelmacar just moved his sweater as a little extra padding, but he would continue to punch the rock just like before, till his arms would get tired from all the work he was doing with them, he would then walk over to a tree, and would begin to kick it with his shins, repeatedly striking the tree with his shin on his right leg until it would begin to bleed, then he would switch legs, and would kick the tree repeatedly until his left shin began to bleed, now at this point, his right pants leg is sticking to the blood on this right shin, so he would pull the pants legs up on both legs, and then he would turn around and would begin to run laps in the training grounds, using it as a bit of a cool down, also giving time for his wounds to stop bleeding. Menelmacar approached the tree and jumped up grabbing the branch, and as his full body weight came down on it, the branch broke, and Menelmacar fell on his back, a loud "oof"" sound could be heard, he would get back up on his feet and he would kick the broken branch away, he would then move to a more sturdy branch and this time he reached up with his hands, palms towards him and reached up and grabbed onto the branch, and then he would pull his body up, and as he did, his legs would bend at the knees and he would place his right leg over his left, keeping his legs held up close to his back side, he would slowly lower himself down towards the ground, and then he would slowly pull himself back up with his arms once more, starting his set of pull ups he would begin to count as he went along "One,two,three,one...One,two,three,two...one,two,three,three" Menelmacar would take a second to move his hands a little to keep them from being effected to much by the tree bark, he would go back to doing his pull ups "One,Two,Three,Four...One,Two,Three,Five....One,Two,Three,Six" Menelmacar rocks his head back and forth to crack his neck as his counting continues loudly "One,two,three,Seven...One,two,three,eight...One, two, three, nine" Menelmacar would breath in through his mouth and out deeply and slowly through his nose, he would continue some more "One,two,three,ten. One, two, three, eleven...One,two,three,Twelve" Menelmacar would sweat a little more like earlier, and he continued his count of the pull ups he does "One,two,three,Thirteen...One,two,three,Fourteen..One,two,three,fifteen" Menelmacar would let go of the branch as he unfurls his legs from underneath him, and lands on his feet, his feet separated at shoulders length apart, Menelmacar stands at full height
Menelmacar would finally be done with his training for now, and he would look up at the sun, it was beginning to enter the noon time position, he would walk off away from the grounds for a moment to go get something for lunch, passing a kid who threw an apple core into a nearby waste bin, Menelmacar would get a sandwich and a salad, he would then head back to the training grounds and sat down, he would eat his sandwich and salad and drank water out of the local stream, after some time of rest Menelmacar stood up and went to the library, he went looking around for a specific book, it took some time, then a librarian came up to him and asked if they could help him, he would turn to them and nod, telling them the book he was looking for, they lead him right to the book and handed it to him, he would check it out of the library and went back to the training grounds and sat down, he would open the book up and searched for a specific area in it, learning Skill’s of all types, so he would begin to read the details of how to learn the Skills in the book, he studied the words intently, then he would set the book down and followed its instructions, to the letter, every once in a while he would go back to the book to refresh and make sure he was doing the instructions as good as he could, he would then take a small break and go over to a nearby tree.
Menelmacar approached the tree and jumped up grabbing the branch, and as his full body weight came down on it, the branch broke, and Menelmacar fell on his back, a loud "oof"" sound could be heard, he would get back up on his feet and he would kick the broken branch away, he would then move to a more sturdy branch and this time he reached up with his hands, palms towards him and reached up and grabbed onto the branch, and then he would pull his body up, and as he did, his legs would bend at the knees and he would place his right leg over his left, keeping his legs held up close to his back side, he would slowly lower himself down towards the ground, and then he would slowly pull himself back up with his arms once more, starting his set of pull ups he would begin to count as he went along "One,two,three,one...One,two,three,two...one,two,three,three" Menelmacar would take a second to move his hands a little to keep them from being effected to much by the tree bark, he would go back to doing his pull ups "One,Two,Three,Four...One,Two,Three,Five....One,Two,Three,Six" Menelmacar rocks his head back and forth to crack his neck as his counting continues loudly "One,two,three,Seven...One,two,three,eight...One, two, three, nine" Menelmacar would breath in through his mouth and out deeply and slowly through his nose, he would continue some more "One,two,three,ten. One, two, three, eleven...One,two,three,Twelve" Menelmacar would sweat a little more like earlier, and he continued his count of the pull ups he does "One,two,three,Thirteen...One,two,three,Fourteen..One,two,three,fifteen" Menelmacar would let go of the branch as he unfurls his legs from underneath him, and lands on his feet, his feet separated at shoulders length apart, Menelmacar stands at full height and would return to his book, studying the different Parts of the Skill.
Now in the hottest part of the day Menelmacar wakes up from his nap and would do some serious thinking, he would flip over to his stomach and begin to do his push-ups once again he would push up till his arms would be fully extended, then he would let his arms lower till they made ninety degree angles, he was on the tips of his toes the whole time, keeping his back straight, he would push his arms up again till they were once more fully extended, as he did these he would count out loud with his normal voice of warmth "One,Two,Three,One...One,Two,Three,Two...One, Two, Three, Three" on the one count he would have his arms bent in the ninety degree angles, on the two count his arms would be extended, three his arms was bent once more, so to him, each count of One push up, equaled two, he would continue to count as he continued to do his push-ups "One,Two,Three,Four.....One,Two,Three,Five....One,Two,Three,Six" his mind would reel back to the days he was blind and he wondered if this was the same spot he liked to train at all the time, or if was just some random spot in the woods that he though was the training ground, he would shake his head as he would think to himself, at least I can see where I am now, the counting would continue "One,Two,Three,Seven...One,Two,Three,Eight....One,Two,Three,Nine" as he was looking down at the ground, when he got close he could see the breath he exhaled from his nose push dirt away in all directions, even watched as ants would walk into site and then get blown away, the grass gets pushed down before reverting back into its upright position he would continue out loud " One,two,three,Ten...One,two,three, eleven....one,two,three,twelve" Menelmacarik would only think to himself of all the times he missed something beautiful and he would get angry at whatever unknown factor that made him blind and he would use that anger to full himself to continue with more push-ups "one,two,three, Thirteen.....one,two,three,fourteen....one,two,three,fifteen" a sweat was beginning to break out across his face, he wanted to at least double the number of push-ups he was on before he moved on to the next exercise "one,two,three,sixteen....one,two,three,seventeen...one,two,three,eighteen" the sweat ran down his face, the way he was currently none of it would get into his eyes, but it would feel nice when the breeze would blow by, his sweater beginning to get heavier as the sweat made it such, and he would go on "One,two,three,Nineteen....one,two,three,Twenty....One,two,three,Twenty one" Menelmacar would continue, his breathing getting a little louder, exerting himself more, pushing himself to his fullest potential "One,Two,Three,twenty two....one,two,three,twenty three....one,two,three,twenty four" his arms would begin to shake with exestuation he pushes himself more despite that fact "One,two,three,Twenty Five...one,two,three,twenty six...One,two,three,twenty seven" Menelmacar would encourage himself to push out three more "one,two,three,twenty eight...one,two,three,twenty nine...one,two,three,Thirty" and then Menelmacar would quickly slide his knees up underneath himself so that he would not fall completely to the ground out of exestuation. He would push himself onto his back and then crossed his arms across his chest, he would pull his legs up and had his knees bent, he would then begin to do sit ups, he would Tighten his abdominal muscles gently by drawing in his belly button to his spine, Keeping his heels on the ground and his toes flat to the ground, slowly and gently lifts his head first, followed by his shoulder blades. He Focus's his eyes on his bent knees, all the while gently contracting the abdominal muscles. Pulling up from the floor until he is at a ninety-degree angle, or when the elbows are on, or past, the knees. He would hold the position for a second. Slowly bring the torso back to the floor but trying to keep it slightly elevated off the ground. This means He does not place his back flat to the ground but to keep a slight, yet relaxed, arch. and Menelmacar would repeat this process over and over, counting as he did his sit ups "One,two,three,One...One,two,three,two..One,two,three,Three" Menelmacar would continue to do the sit ups, at least now he could see the sky, watching the clouds move and the birds fly over head as he went onto his back and back up to his knees, still counting out loud "One,two,three,Four...One,Two,three,five....one,two,three,six" He would note shapes of clouds as he would continue the sit ups, seeing a few animals and a couple of shapes,"One,two,three,Seven...One,two,three,eight...one,two,three,nine" Menelmacar's sit ups would continue to Tighten his abdominal muscles gently by drawing in his belly button to his spine, Keeping his heels on the ground and his toes flat to the ground, slowly and gently lifts his head first, followed by his shoulder blades. He Focus's his eyes on his bent knees, all the while gently contracting the abdominal muscles. Pulling up from the floor until he is at a ninety-degree angle, or when the elbows are on, or past, the knees. He would hold the position for a second. Slowly bring the torso back to the floor but trying to keep it slightly elevated off the ground. This means He does not place his back flat to the ground but to keep a slight, yet relaxed, arch. "One, two, three, ten...one, two, three, eleven...one,two,three,twelve" Menelmacar's sweating grew more profusely, the sweat was now able to reach his eyes, giving them a slight sting, but he would continue through it "one,two,three,thirteen...one,two,three,fourteen...one,two,three,Fifteen" Menelmacar would shake his head to get rid of the sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and matted down all over his head, the sit ups would still continue, despite his muscles wanting him to stop, he wanted to continue a little longer "one,Two,Three,sixteen...One,two,three,Seventeen...One,two,three,Eighteen" Menelmacar's breathing became even louder, taking deeper breaths in through his mouth and then letting them out through his nose, keeping it in rhythm of his sit ups" One,two,three,nineteen...one,two,three,twenty...one,two,three,twenty one" Menelmacar would get a little slower with his sit ups as they got a little more strained to do, feeling the burning sensation in his abs "One,Two,Three,twenty two. One,Two,three,twenty three...one,two,three,twenty four" Menelmacar would begin to hum a song in his head to keep him going, giving him the strength to keep going "One,Two,three,twenty five...One,two,three,twenty six..one,two,three,twenty seven" Menelmacar would continue the song in his head forgetting what number he was one, beginning to sing the song out loud,"one,two,three,twenty eight...One,two,three,twenty nine...one,two,three,Thirty" Menelmacar would now stretch his muscles out before he stood up he would grab a few of the Rocks and knives he carried in his pocket, and would throw them at one of the dummies, five Rocks and fifteen knives would all hit random locations on the dummy, Menelmacar would walk over to the dummy and grabbed the five Rocks, he would carve five circles into a tree in a line nearby, he would kick the tree and launch himself off from it and spin in the air, as he did his flip spin, he would have all five Rocks ready to throw, leaves had begun to fall, and with the right aiming he threw the Rocks as he fell, all five hitting a leaf and pushing the leaf to the circles on the tree, he would then walk back over to the dummy which had his knives, in it, and removed all fifteen, he would line up fruits along the arms of the various dummies, and then he would throw the knives in an arc like motion with his arm, all fifteen of them, and he would watch as fruit after fruit would be knocked down and stuck with a knives, Menelmacar went and gathered up all of his knives and Rocks and placed them back in his pocket, then he started testing his drawing reflexes, taking a Rocks or knives from his pocket and throwing it as fast as he could at a dummy, watching it hit his target, but was a little away from his mark, so he would continue to practice this for some time, till his aim was perfect, the sweat running down his face would get even worse, and so Menelmacar would walk to the rock he placed his sweater on and wipe his face with it, then he would set it down on the rock, and would take a stance in front of the rock, and would begin to punch the rock, going back and forth between his left fist, then his right fist, hitting the rock, as he continued to punch the rock, eventually his knuckles would begin to bleed, and Menelmacar just moved his sweater as a little extra padding, but he would continue to punch the rock just like before, till his arms would get tired from all the work he was doing with them, he would then walk over to a tree, and would begin to kick it with his shins, repeatedly striking the tree with his shin on his right leg until it would begin to bleed, then he would switch legs, and would kick the tree repeatedly until his left shin began to bleed, now at this point, his right pants leg is sticking to the blood on this right shin, so he would pull the pants legs up on both legs, and then he would turn around and would begin to run laps in the training grounds, using it as a bit of a cool down, also giving time for his wounds to stop bleeding. Menelmacar approached the tree and jumped up grabbing the branch, and as his full body weight came down on it, the branch broke, and Menelmacar fell on his back, a loud "oof"" sound could be heard, he would get back up on his feet and he would kick the broken branch away, he would then move to a more sturdy branch and this time he reached up with his hands, palms towards him and reached up and grabbed onto the branch, and then he would pull his body up, and as he did, his legs would bend at the knees and he would place his right leg over his left, keeping his legs held up close to his back side, he would slowly lower himself down towards the ground, and then he would slowly pull himself back up with his arms once more, starting his set of pull ups he would begin to count as he went along "One,two,three,one...One,two,three,two...one,two,three,three" Menelmacar would take a second to move his hands a little to keep them from being effected to much by the tree bark, he would go back to doing his pull ups "One,Two,Three,Four...One,Two,Three,Five....One,Two,Three,Six" Menelmacar rocks his head back and forth to crack his neck as his counting continues loudly "One,two,three,Seven...One,two,three,eight...One, two, three, nine" Menelmacar would breath in through his mouth and out deeply and slowly through his nose, he would continue some more "One,two,three,ten. One, two, three, eleven...One,two,three,Twelve" Menelmacar would sweat a little more like earlier, and he continued his count of the pull ups he does "One,two,three,Thirteen...One,two,three,Fourteen..One,two,three,fifteen" Menelmacar would let go of the branch as he unfurls his legs from underneath him, and lands on his feet, his feet separated at shoulders length apart, Menelmacar stands at full height
Menelmacar would walk over to one of the dummies and stood behind it, then he would crouch behind it and would form his hands like he was going to Draw his sword, but would instead jab his swords crown up and when his arms fully extended he would strike right about where the tailbone would be on a normal person, Menelmacar would practice this technique for a while then when his elbow got sore he would return to his book to study the next Skill the next Skill would be Difficult but he would attempt it anyway, he would then walk a little ways away and Draws his sword from its sheath, he would begin to twirl the sword around as circular paterns, Menelmacar would take the sword in his hand and begins to twirl it around and tested it’s durability, it took a decent amount of force to bend this sword, that could be useful Menelmacar would walk back to the book once more and began reading the next Skill, Sword whirlwind, he would study the movements he needed to do and would walk over to a practice dummy, then he would do as the book instructed Aiming with a high swing, and then followed up with a low swing, he would practice this for a while until it felt normal for him to do, he walked over again to read the book some more, he would then see the next Skill which required the previous one was sword Gale, with the studies done on how to do it, Menelmacar would go to the same dummy he has been practicing on and would spin backwards while ducking low, doing a read spinning sword slash, he would practice this Skill until the post on the dummy began to crack this time, Menelmacar would stop at that point, he would then go back to his book and read the next Skill to learn, Shadow Knives would be the next on his list to learn, this one he would practice with smaller knives other than what was called for, as he didn’t have any larger knives, he would throw them as if they were one, letting the top on go a millisecond before the other, so that the lower one was hidden in shadow of the first, they would both hit the target at a split second difference , this seemed like an effective Skill to keep in the repertoire, so he would practice with the rest of his knives until he had no more, he would then go and collect the knives, and walked back to the book, reading the next Skill, Sword Blitz was this one’s title, this one said to draw the sword and touch the ground, expelling ones Strength into the earth then either push down or pull up with the Swing, so Menelmacar would, he drew and ducked down into the ground, gathering strength and pushing it down, as he did so, suddenly he burst forward with a surge of power, swinging his sword hard, and Menelmacar would repeat the process and this time he would pull up with his strength, and he would pull it back to its original position, doing this made him raise into the air and then come down with a strong attack, he then went back to the book,and as he read, it doesn’t have to be just where he stood, but anywhere within a twenty meter radius around him, yet another good one to keep on hand, this one didn’t need to much practice on, the book had explained it very well for him, As Menelmacar read the next Skill, it was one that required something he didn’t know yet, but when he read the effect and usage of the Skill, he would study it till he perfected it, so when he learned the required Skill, he would be able to use it with maximum effect, Menelmacar would look up at the sky as it began to get darker.
By this point in the day it was getting time for dinner, so Menelmacar would go collect his sweater, and he would walk back home, the night seems so peaceful, so cool, even more beautiful than the daytime, he would have his head up as he walked home, watching the stars and the moon, the cloudless night made if perfect for star gazing, he would stop in the middle of the walkway, people walking around him, as he just stared for a while, then eventually he would be interrupted by the growling in his stomach, so he would walk home and begin to search around in his cabinets , there was nothing much in the first few cabinets, he found potatoes, he would go and look in the fridge, he found eggs, and then in the freezer he would find sausage , so he would pull out a frying pan and would fry up the sausage first, then he would throw the potatoes and eggs in after the sausage was cooked, and once the eggs was cooked and the potatoes was browned, he would dump the sausage, eggs, and potatoes into a bowl and would make some gravy from some flour and water, a little sausage and the sausage grease, and after a few minutes he would have gravy, he would pour the gravy on top of the sausage, eggs, and potatoes, he would then sit down with his bowl of sausage, gravy, potatoes, and eggs, and would begin to eat it, savoring the flavor as he looked out the window into the darkness of the night, Menelmacar would wash his bowl and fork when he finished and put them in the clean side of the sink, he would head up stairs and stripped out of his cloths and turned on a warm shower, he would step into the shower and let the warmth soak into his muscles and untense his whole body, he would then step out and dress into fresh pair of pajamas, the pajamas was just bottoms no top ,crawled into bed and covered up with is blanket and fell asleep.
And as he fell asleep in his dream he suddenly awoke to hear Lady Jaina begin her little speech about his title and her acceptance of him, he smiled softly at this, and accepted the help to sit up, he stared at the wolf, personally in his mind, Ideas were running wild with what he could do with the wolf if he was allowed such an opertunity, the hide could be used as a cloak, or even a nice armor, the bones and teeth having many uses as well, a bone armor could even be made, he thought then of Lady Jaina and making her a wolf hide cloak, he wondered how she would like such a gift, then it dawned on him she mentioned a sword of his caliber, he would chuckle softly and say to her " Another sword would be lovely, I would be able to do a lot more with two swords then just one, but for now, I am happy with what I have, thank you very much My Lady, and I thank you once more for the Honor you bestowed upon me for accepting my Pledge, and also for the title you bestowed upon me" he would smile at her, his mind returning to the image of her in the wolf skin cloak, then her on the wolf skin rug, then...Whoa that was a little more personal then he thought he would get this soon with his thoughts, he would blush softly, such a virgin he was | |
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| She would nod, giving him her full approval. However, she went on to tell a little story about Midergern, and how it was rumored that it came to be how it now was, as well as telling him what the Vorpa Lanius were, as well as who led them. You know, Menelmacar, there is actually quite an interesting fairy tale behind Midergern. The rumor says that by the year 1395 DR (Dragon Reign), the majority of the effects of the Great Arcane Collapse had come to an end, and most arcane magic had returned to a semblence of normality, though with a handful of major changes to the way spells are cast. In addition to this, due to the many years of evolution, de-evolution and re-evolution, the magi had found ways to harness their magical prowess to their utmost benefit, giving birth to the sub-classes such as the Warlock; twisted entities of shadow magic. The Empire of Kelundril came across the Lost Vale, where the Temple of Vorpa Lanius now stands, and displaced what demonic creatures straggled there to a place of exile known as the Overdark.
Almost eighty-four years later, 1479 DR, the Great Arcane Collapse was ended with the event known as Mystra's Return, where Morrigan Lanarius managed to somehow reshape and fix the fountains of knowledge, causing the Weave to be reborn again. All magic had been returned to normal property, much like it had become before the fountains were destroyed and Mystra was killed, over two hundred years prior. However, some areas throughout the world were still affected, and the majority of the Spellplague Fire that burned there eventually became extinguished, leaving the last bastion of defense, Midergern, to remain affected by it to suffer greatly over the years.
While the outside world triumphed, Midergern's people united, and became a powerful multiracial and multicultural land. The Spellplague had settled in the northern recesses of the jungles, and, due to the Weave being re-energized, it had stopped spreading as well. This allowed Midergern to flourish and give way to new ways of life, as well as the most powerful Warlock cult to have walked the planet, the Vorpa Lanius. However, Midergern also has a dark side to the nobles who used to rule prior to my invocation as Queen, and this sparked the onset of a group known as the Syndicate." She'd take a drink of water, still mending to his wounds, wiping off any remaining blood with a small silk rag, and give some water to him as well. It was important that he stayed hydrated.
She'd continue her story, telling him how the Syndicate came to be. "Having been established a little over eighty five years ago, they now mostly dwell in the furthest rural areas and trade routes throughout Midergern, mostly around that of Westfall, which is unfortunately one of the lesser guarded areas of Midergern due to its remote location and difficult terrain. Razed by the dragons just prior to the end of the Reign of Dragons, Central City required a small army of engineers and artisans in order to begin a massive program of reconstruction and reformation. After restoring the city to its former glory, the workers gathered outside of Midergern Keep, so as to collect payment for their services. This came as a surprise to the nobility of the city, who had assumed that the work was being done as a matter purely of civic pride. Whether they were unable or simply unwilling to proffer payment, they immediately ordered the workers exiled from the city under threat of violence. With only the tools in their hands and the clothes on their backs, the workers were forced out of Central City and into Westfall. High-ranking members of the masons and artisans were offered payment in the form of city jobs. In respect to the hard work every member put in, their leader refused the offer and sparked a riot. In response to this, the nobles accordingly had these remaining members exiled as well.
The shocked and forlorn workers were rallied by master engineer Vedin Clevan and became bandits, collecting their payment on travelers from the royal city at the time. Marking themselves with the tattoo of a cog on their right hand, the bandits declared that "the machine will not run smoothly if the parts go renegade" to each waylaid traveler. Banditry and thievery quickly became a way of life for the exiles, banding together under Clevan's leadership as the Syndicate. Over the early to mid-years of the group, the ranks of the brotherhood have been bolstered by the skilled, the desperate and the outcast - but now those marked with the cog signifying membership are believed to be under one-hundred. In Westfall, and the surrounding areas, the Syndicate had mastered the art of ambush and, despite protection by the Midergern Royal Guard, few caravans managed to get through the woods unhindered. The Guard's inability and unwillingness to pursue the Syndicate into Westfall had led the farmers and villagers in the area to reform into a People's Militia, which was actually supplied by myself by forming a hidden back route through Brill, in an attempt to stave off their constant looting.
Lacking any formal military training, the outcasts who formed the Syndicate might have been forcibly disbanded long ago were it not for the skilled craftsmen and tinkers who made up its founding membership. These founders have worked together to give members of the Brotherhood access to an array of mechanical devices and weapons ranging from climbing equipment and smoke bombs to automatic crossbows and wagon traps (clamps buried in the ground that seize heavy wheels passing overhead and stop wagons on the spot). When the Syndicate advanced into Westfall, the goblins of the area were upset both by the raids on the merchant trains that supplied their shops and by the Syndicate's refusal to sell their inventions at goblin merchant outposts. At this point, the former King of Midergern had figured the goblins of Westfall would have taken care of them.
However, as evidence now suggests, the late King was incorrect in his pompous assumption, and now, I seek to disband the Syndicate - permanently. Though the political views of Midergern have shifted since my ruling, I feel that I can not allow their past glories to justify their present guilt. The lives of all merchants they have slaughtered, looted and pillaged can not be ignored." |
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| Subject: Re: Shipwrecked! Sun May 10, 2015 2:22 am | |
| It was at this point another daydream would take its toll on Jaina's expansive mind. As follows, it went accordingly. Almost two and a half hours into dusk, Jaina continues to smash away at a large canyon, brutally crushing her knuckles with each blow. Each tear that fell from her face was just another sign that she was getting stronger. Dark lines formed around her eyes from lack of sleep over the days. Still, continuing to punch away at the stone, she finally got tired, after digging out a twenty-foot deep tunnel with her bare fists. With that, she walked out; blood dripping endlessly from her shattered hand wounds. [ltr] Reaching the outside, she dropped, from extreme exhaustion. She had completed all of her weekly training except for a single necessity, that must be carried out in order to test how powerful she really had gotten. Turning around after falling against a tree like a worn-out klutz, she held her hands at the massive canyon that was at least seventy-five feet high, and contained minerals that were said to be able to withstand multiple energy blasts by the inch. With that, she channeled the remaining small amounts of mana she had left and intensified the pressure inside of the trinkets that rooted out to her palms, suddenly; an insanely large wave of pressurized wind generated from the concentration point from within her chest sliced through the grounds around her, creating a riveting shockwave clap that echoed throughout the surrounded boundaries with supreme force, creating a large hole in atleast thirty feet in all directions. The canyon however, was nearly annihilated. Obliterated to the highest point possible. Rocks began falling off and clashing into the ground, smashing the grounds below, creating a large dust cloud; water becoming corrupted by the falling dirt. Tired, completely; while having a massive desire for water, she fell against the tree once more and began breathing heavily, looking up at the canyon that was destroyed completely. Smiling under the mask that bear the insignia of the country Midergern which covered her mouth to her nose, and wrapped around her face. She laid her head back against the wooden bark of the tree, hardly satisfied by the display of power that she exercised during this entire week, though she hoped her mother would be proud of the results. She looked at the masses of the clouds, which were streaming with strange hues of oranges and reds of all kinds of pristine colors, reflecting from the sprayed water and sunlight granted by the God's from above.. She sighed. A man wearing a white cloak that cover his face walked up behind her. He then stood over her and looked at the Canyon. "After all these years I left you to train by yourself and you do this. I wonder sometimes why I didnt just let you fall off the mountain." Voltaire said grinning as he looked at the Canyon. "Oh. Yeah the hood covers my face you don't even know who I am yet." He would then remove the hood. " Does this face ring a bell. Voltaire Uzugara, the Paladin you fought long ago, back on your regiment when you were being trained by the Grand Templars." Voltaire said looking at her. He then noticed she aged and changed alot. She seems to hate him maybe for leaving her alone by herself to train and work on her own. "Eh...Sorry I never came to visit or look for you. Your not mad at me are you? If so I'll gladly leave." He says nonchalantly with a confused expression on his face. Voltaire then thought to himself wondering if what he just said was true that she turned all that the power he'd bestowed within her had formed into hatred. She didn't really have a social life after all. It was a life dedicated to training, and he knew this. Looking up at the slightest little gesture of someone speaking, she was curious to find out who the mysterious man was as he spoke of a fight the two shared a long while ago, and being the Warlock who trained her to use the Spellplague. After the man removed his hood she stood up and simply hugged him. Saying nothing at all, no tears shed, and there was no wind blowing. It was completely silent. It certainly was not hatred. It was more like sorrow. ".. Voltaire.." She whispered, as the wind began to blow gently, brushing her ocean dyed blue hair about. The dust cloud was gone now, for the most part, and the mountain that was crushed beneath the raw power of the young warlock could be clearly visible. A disastrous sight it was, certainly a deadly one. She buried her head into his chest and began to talk ever so lightly. "Where did you go.." Her voice was slightly broken, she had not cared about anything for so long she simply forgot how to be emotionless in a situation such as this. ".. You said after my mother died that you'd take care of me and help me kill those responsible.." A small teardrop fell from her eyes, and she began to tighten the grip around him. The wind had stilled now. All of these mixed emotions gravely affected Jaina it would seem, and she was both surprised and scared at what might happen if she began to let Voltaire take her under his wing again. She did however wonder what he may have planned to do to rectify the situation, since he was rather comely as he spoke. Still, nevertheless, she backed off and let her grip go, leaving the mans body completely. And as always, as she was trained, continued to display her signature intrepid and daunt personality. "Actually," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder "I've come to seek you out personally." Feeling him hug her sent an all too human chill up her spine that made her body quiver and shake with inner happiness. She was curious as to what Voltaire might have been talking about when he mentioned that he actually came in search of her. She sat down in front of him, and pulled him to the ground easily. He handed a scroll to her. "What.. Is this?" She laughed lightly, remembering the scar that had previously cursed her face, she gently ran her hand across the place it had been in the past, remembering the way she got it all too clearly. Still, trying to mindlessly brush off the pain that beset a mysterious mist upon her past, in which she held many burdens, she masked it with a happy expression with the cheerful personality she placed over herself for her lover. Then, putting her hand back down and helping to elevate her body by holding her torso up from sitting, she began to put her curiosity into action. She smiled as he explained himself. "That scroll was given to me by your mother a long time ago, with instruction to give it to you when you become a Warlock, or when you were prepared enough to handle such a spell." She looked at it. "Spell?" With that, she looked back over, and he was gone. Disappeared from the face of the canyon just as the dust went away. [/ltr] [ltr] With mentor's approving nod, I'd smile at his approval. "Next, we are going to learn how to block both outside and inside attacks." he'd tell me as I nodded. Watching mentor first get into his stance, he'd motion me to send a barrage of punches at him alternating between attacks to show each defenses strengths. Nodding, I'd learn through practice against the defense. Starting out softly, I'd smile and throw some light punches at first to get a feel for how they were blocked. Starting with two punches in succession, one from the front and the other from the side, mentor would flawlessly block them. Taking note of how he did, I'd notice that he used the principles of the 360 degree defense but not the Inside defense which baffled me. Trying it again, I'd throw a side punch with my left and an uppercut with my right. Noting his style, he'd shove off my uppercut with his left arm and block my hook with his right. That was a combination of both, but it wasn't much. Speeding up, I'd throw a punch every two seconds. Seeing mentor's defense flow smoothly, I'd get the pattern for how he defended. Sending in a flurry of punches, I'd watch intently at mentor's defense system since that was my main objective. The mix of the two types of blocks were evident in the freeform low of mentor. With a smile, I'd slightly increase the attack speed to about once every 1.7 seconds to see how he'd react. His flow of defense was not disrupted which I hoped my form would be like when it came time for the true test. However, I needed to see how good mentor was to gather more data. Mixing it up a bit, I'd throw in two low punches simultaneously to see if he would dodge how he told me. Deflecting my left punch with his right elbow, he'd twist to the right to dodge the other one. Thinking that I could disrupt mentor's flow, I'd increase to about an attack every 1.5 seconds. However, mentor was good and kept up with it. Needing a sudden change to be able to see if mentor was as great as I thought he was. Increasing it to a punch per second, I'd smile as I saw mentor's flow wobble for a moment. It then began to fluctuate between stability and instability. With a smile, I thought I could break his concentration as I began to increase it a bit to 0.7 seconds and noticed him wobble more. With a smile, I'd notice him wobble until it turned to a frown when he started to regain control. I wanted him to give in first as I increased it to two punches per second, about 0.5 seconds per punch. With a smile he'd begin to wobble however, he seemed to be giving up as I hoped with this next few punches he'd break as I saw an opening. With a smile, I'd stop my fist an inch away from his torso while noticing mentor's stern face. Retracting my fists and bowing, he'd return the bow with his own. "Mentor, may I see you and another person spar like the way we did? I think it'd do me some good if I saw it from a third party's perspective." I'd ask as mentor nodded and motioned another student over. As they both got into stances, the student would initially start with simple attacks against mentor. With a smile I'd watch intently only about a foot away. Watching the slow start, it would only add to the excitement and knowledge I hoped to gain from watching this semi spar. The female student then stepped it up, striking slightly faster with each soft punch she threw at mentor. With longing eyes, I'd watch the spectacle that was playing out before my eyes. The flurry of strikes flew at mentor as I took mental notes in my head as I watched mentor's defense flow like a stream without anything blocking it. She tried to stop the flow of the stream but it was too strong of a current to be stopped. All the strikes were rejected almost instantly. To try and stop it, she sped up to about one attack per second. However, mentor learned from our spar and blocked each with fluidity. With a smile, it'd turn to a puzzled look as she slowed to a halt. They nodded to each other after the cease fire before mentor started to attack his student. Realizing that they swapped it up to show me two different sides of it, I'd see how she did it. After a minute, I'd see that, compared to mentor, her form was rather sloppy but better than mine. Watching mentor throw soft punches, I'd notice he was trying to build up her rhythm. After a few minutes, I'd notice her change into a fluid motion of blocking. Mentor then sped up his assault and her rhythm faltered. She struggled to block it all but I'd see her improvement and form that was used. Taking note of how she gained the fluidity of defenses, she conformed her body to a better position before adjusting her arms. Mentor did it the opposite way from what I saw in our spar and the spar I was watching. A good balance of both, from what I thought, would be the best solution and way to integrate this kind of defense into battle situations. With a smile, I'd see mentor increase his flurry to a strike a second. Her defenses faltered quite a bit, but I saw her fluctuate between getting better and worse. Wondering if she could pull off a stable return to defense, I'd watch intently, learning with every punch thrown and punch blocked. With one last block, her defense was shattered as mentor's next strike broke through her defenses. Mentor stopped about an inch from her gut before retracting his fist and bowing to her. Nodding at mentor, I felt like I was ready. "Mentor, please allow me to try it." I'd tell him with enthusiasm as I got up from my kneeling position. With his nod, I'd get into the proper stance and prepare for the flurry. As mentor started off, he'd send a punch every two seconds to allow me to get my flow. It all seemed like it was hard to start with, like everything, but gradually got easier with each punch deflected. My eyes were getting used to predicting and then defending against the attacks. After about a minute, my peak flow had been reached and deflecting the mixed flurry came second nature to me. It was like taking candy from a baby it had gotten so easy. However, just as I had gotten used to the rhythm mentor had, he stepped it up a bit to throw punches at me faster using a more random pattern to strike. Was this a test to see how well I could adapt to such a changing format? Or was this to get me ready for real combat? Both of these questions went through my mind as I lost concentration for a bit, slowing down my reaction time. Trying to regain it as well as my focus, I'd watch his movements carefully in order to use the correct block. With a smile, I felt myself regaining control over this little exercise as his attacks were once again melting away into my quick adjustment to my defense. I felt like I was regaining control over his attacks as another trick was pulled from his sleeve. He attacked faster and aimed for visible weak spots. The new attack pattern was about once every second and slowly going faster. It was enough to make me lose my focus as well as lose my concentration with the attacks made for my weak spots. Mentor was trying to get me to be able to withstand any barrage. My body flowed out of my control into a more focused flow from what it seemed like. With a smile I'd wondered how this was possible as I regained control but not focus or concentration. Building up my concentration, I'd focus on trying to see his attacks before they came after me as I smiled. I was gaining both concentration and focus simultaneously as I felt his attacks becoming slower than my reaction time. However, my joy was shortlived as he went into overdrive to try and get me to be knocked over. With a nervous smile, I'd try to compensate for the difference in our speeds with multiple blocking, however I was losing. I needed to pull it together as I noticed a few attacks headed for my blind spots. Stopping his last blow, he'd smile and stop the flurry. As he nodded at my success, he'd waste no time moving on. "Next, you must learn to escape from a wrist grab of the mirrored side. Come, try and grab my left wrist with your right hand." mentor said as I shrugged before doing so. As I followed orders, I'd grip his wrist with my mirrored hand. Almost immediately in the blink of an eye, mentor had escaped my grasp. My hand was floating there and I looked like an idiot with his hand out. Wondering how he did it, I asked for a step by step demonstration after I tried to mimic what I could see. Nodding, he'd grip my left wrist with his right hand. Trying to just yank it out, I saw it wouldn't work so I tried doing what I remembered and twisted my elbow towards his. As I did I felt the grip loosening as I took a step forward with my left foot to fully escape it while I punched my chest. Wondering how that works, I'd wait for the explanation. As I gripped his left wrist with my right hand, I'd wait for his step by step explanation. "If you grab my wrist, I am limited by what I can do right? I can't really make hand seals or punch you or whatever. It causes a blind spot in my performance. To escape this situation, however, I want to make sure I have more power pulling away than forward." he'd say as he twisted his elbow towards mine. "Here, I can move towards myself instead of towards you. Most people will let go if you put enough force since they may think you will punch yourself. However, you avoid this by controlling your strength. It also puts less pressure on your wrist to allow for more flexibility." he'd tell me as he could wiggle his wrist in my grip now before pushing towards himself, breaking my grip. "Now, try it slowly by going through all the motions." he'd tell me as I nodded. Holding out my right wrist, he'd grip it with his left. Remembering the explanation I just heard, I'd go through it step by step first to remember why it went that way. "First, I loosen the grip or pressure the opponent has on my by pushing towards him with my elbow. If I need to I could step forward with the same foot to give myself more maneuvering room unlike if I used the other foot." I'd say in my head as I slowly performed the first step, moving my elbow towards his as I felt the grip loosen a bit. On my way to his elbow, I'd review the next step. "With my wrist loosened, it doesn't guarantee I'll have an easy time escaping, but it gives me a better shot." I'd say in my head again as my elbow was an inch away from his with plenty of room to maneuver my wrist in. Pushing towards myself with my whole arm, I felt like I could power through his grip as the seconds passed by, the moment of truth arriving. With a smile, I'd free my wrist with ease before backing up so I didn't hit myself. Mentor gave an approving nod at the end of my slide as I smiled. "Alright, now you must learn how to escape from someone grabbing the opposite side. Grab my left wrist with your left hand." he'd tell me as I approached him following orders. Watching him intently this time, I'd blink once and he was free from my grasp. Shocked, I'd look at my hand and his arm to notice any differences from when I grabbed it. I saw no differences in the way he had his arm to the way I gripped it. However, the simplest thing was off and I couldn't recognize it until I looked carefully. Instead of his fist being horizontal, it was now vertical. This subtle change baffled me, but to get a clearer understanding I'd ask mentor to explain it. "Mentor, mind explaining what you did while you do it like last time?" with a smile I'd walk over to him as he nodded to my question. As I gripped his wrist like before, he'd begin to explain."To escape this, you can't pull the same trick since the elbow won't reach that far in this far of space. You use your thumb in a hitchhiking motion to escape." he'd tell me as he pointed out his thumb and moved it across to under my wrist. "You go for the weak point in the grip, usually the opponent's wrist, to be able to give enough room to escape as so." he'd say as he escaped my loosened grip. Wondering how that works, I thought about what it would do. Perhaps it would make the opponent arc their wrist to not be touched. That way, the grip would be loosened just enough to escape. Nodding, I'd be ready to try this out on mentor. "Mentor, I'm ready." I'd tell him holding out my right arm for him to grip. He gripped it with his right hand and I'd go over the steps and think of an easy way to remember them. "So first I need to give myself breathing room. To do that, I 'hitchhike' with my thumb to give myself room." I'd say as I stuck on my thumb, rotating my fist and thumb to under his wrist. As I did, I'd put into my mind that this is the hitchhike escape. "Next all I do is pull out in the room I created, but how do I do it without him regaining control. Perhaps my thumb comes out last." I'd say to myself as I slid my arm towards myself, keeping my thumb up to allow myself to keep this loose grip he had on me. With a smile I'd see it coming but I was slowing down. Perhaps he was regaining his grip as I gave it one quick jolt back, hoping it'd free me from his grip. As I slipped my arm from his grip like slipping out of a bottle, I'd smile at how easy it was in the end. However, training would roll right into the next spell. "Alright, now you will learn to escape from someone who holds both wrists, at least one way. Hold my wrists up." mentor would say as I nodded and followed command. Holding his wrists up, I wonder what sort of special way he would escape. Perhaps just like the same side escape? Or maybe a mix of both ways. However, I'd be dead wrong as I noticed him rotate his arms, his left clockwise and his right counterclockwise. As he did that, he lowered his head and I thought he was going to headbutt me. Not wanting that, I'd release his wrists and skip back, wondering what the spell was here. Perhaps headbutting the opponent was right, but I needed to ask. "Mentor, how exactly does one escape?" I'd ask as I repeated my earlier actions to hold his wrists up. "Weren't you watching? I just showed you but I'll go through it once again." he'd say sighing as he looked at me seriously. Was there something I missed? Or maybe he did it and I wasn't really looking for what he did. "First, you rotate your arms inward. Meaning your left arm goes clockwise and your right goes counterclockwise." he'd say as he slowly rotated his arms inwards and down. "As you do that, you drop your head down to your chest to make it seem like you may headbutt the opponent. If he's close enough you will end up headbutting him." he'd tell me as he made the motions. So that's what the secret to it was. I was scared that I was going to be headbutted that I stopped and backed up. However, I knew mentor wouldn't allow it. Nodding, I'd think of a way to escape as we swapped positions, him gripping my wrists high. Wondering how I would, I'd concentrate for a second on how to get him to release me. A headbutt would be too extreme, but perhaps I'd be able to hit somewhere else. Thinking of where to hit, I'd begin the starting movements of rotating my arms. In the time it took them to get below the mark for the next step, I'd search for a weak spot, a kink in his armor. Spotting a potential spot, I'd smirk on the inside as my arms kept turning. When the next step came, I touched my chest with my chin hoping he'd release me, but he didn't. I needed to go for somewhere I knew I could hit as I thrust forward, my head aimed at his chest to knock him off balance to release my wrists. This was a gamble on my part as I made contact with his chest. Hopefully the blow would make him release me. As I hit his chest, I knocked him off balance just enough to free my hands as I jumped back a foot. With applaud, mentor smiled at me and I returned it. "Good. Now I will show you the proper way to escape someone holding your hands down via your wrist. Come, hold my hands down." he'd tell me as I complied. Holding them down below his waist, I'd wait to see the response I got. In the blink of an eye, mentor started to move faster than I could track. When he finally stopped after taking a step back, I'd wonder how he did that. From the blur that I saw, he had done the exact opposite of holding them up, but I needed to clarify this with mentor. Could it be possible that simply doing a reverse motion could allow one to escape such a grip? It didn't seem like that was all to this escape. "Mentor, please repeat the gesture with pointers and explanations please." I'd say as he acknowledged the request and accepted. Going over to him, I'd hold his arms down with a puzzled look as I glared intently as his movements. "Remember that to escape the previous type of hold, what did we do?" he'd ask me. It was a simple question, so he responded immediately. "We rotated our arms inward and down while using our head to intimidate the enemy a bit to release us." I'd say as he nodded before beginning to move. "The last one, we had our hands held up instead of down like now. To escape this one, one must do the opposite of the hands held up release. You rotate your arms inward and upward in a mirrored motion." he'd say as he slowly began to do so as my arms got closer together. He then curled his fingers so he wouldn't poke his eye from observation before my grip got too far away to hold and I released him. It seemed easy enough. "Mentor, its simplistic nature seems simple enough to do. I'd like to try." I'd say as he sighed before grabbing my wrists and holding my arms down. With a smile, I'd remember how simple the instructions were as I reminded myself in my mind. "Okay... So I mirror the last spell so instead of rotating inwards and down, I rotate inwards and up." I'd say as I slowly took a few practice rotations before I felt I was ready. After, I did a few quick snap rotations to increase speed to see if it helped any, and it did. Taking a few deep breaths, I felt confident in it as I then started to try to escape for real. Snapping my arms inwards and up, I'd almost forgot to curl my fingers so I don't harm my eyes as I jerked my arms feeling his grip loosen. I then tried to jump back hoping I was free of his grip. As he loosened up, I'd free myself and make sure he couldn't get me by stepping back a bit. With his smile and nod, mentor would be ready for the next escape as I was also ready. "This is the final basic one for your belt. Grab one of my wrists with both hands." he'd say as I nod getting closer and grabbing his left wrist with both hands. Watching his movements to see how he'd react to this type of situation. He couldn't really just escape using the trapped arm, so I wondered how. Getting my answer, he'd reach over with his right hand. Not noticing his left hand had been made into a fist, my attention was fully on his right arm. He then grabbed his left fist as he quickly rotated his left elbow up. Wondering how this would work, I'd notice how it did but not sure why it worked like that as I watched mentor escape. Mentor knew the drill as he beckoned me to grab his wrist again like I did. Waiting for him to start, I'd take a deep breath in the meantime. "As you already noticed, you can't simply escape this with the caught hand. Therefore, you use the other hand..." he'd stop as he moved his right hand to cover his left fist and hold it up. "to grab your caught hand which is turned into a fist. You then raise it above the wrist line of the opponent. After that, you rotate your elbow..." he'd say as he slowly rotated his caught arm's elbow 180 degrees so it faced upwards. With that, he then put it back down. "quickly to allow yourself time and room to escape." he'd tell me as he quickly snapped his arm up as I felt the rotation speed heat my hands and loosen them. He then escaped as he said previously. It is such a simple escape but the way it is performed is pretty complicated. Sighing, I'd try to understand its complexity as I held out my right arm as he grabbed my right wrist. Going over the instructions and steps he just said, I'd take a few sighs before I began. Reaching over with my left hand, I curled my right hand into a fist as I grabbed it with my left hand. Raising it up above his wrist line, I'd try to get this next part perfect enough to be released by taking a few practice swings. Slowly rotating my elbow up, my right elbow would be getting used to the motion as I smiled. After doing this three or four times, I'd snap it up another three times before finally thinking I could get it. The snap use of my elbow was to gain speed so I could. With a smile I'd be ready as I snapped my elbow up, feeling his hands loosen their grip on me as I attempted to flee in my moment of chance. After escaping, I'd wonder what we were going to do next as mentor beckoned me to follow him. He walked to a training dummy as I stared at him with a puzzled look. "Now that the defense portion is taken care of, we will move onto some combat. This is a basic attack so watch carefully." he'd say before turning to the dummy as he got into his stance. Noting his stance, I'd see how he was. His left side was facing forward closer to the dummy rather than his right side. Personally, I was stronger with his right hand but I needed to be ambidexterous I suppose. With a sigh, I'd only see his hand return to where I saw it before the sigh. Wondering what had happened, mentor noticed my cluelessness and reperformed this spell. His fast was too fast for my eyes but I caught a blur. His attack was so fast that I could only gather an outline of the spell he did. "Umm... mentor. Mind giving me some tips on this?" I'd ask him as he was ready for this. "You only saw a blur right? Well its just a simple punch, similar to the jab boxers do. Just as fast as well. To make it faster, one must put his whole left side into the punch. However, this is also the body as well. It puts more power into the punch as well if you put your body into it. It also helps to curve your fist a little as well, making sure to make contact with the first two contacts of your fist. Also make sure to keep your head close to your chest and roll your shoulder to cover it as well. It helps a lot like so." he'd say as he slowly made the punch to the dummy. I'd watch seeing his body move with the punch as it flowed into the punch. The dummy bent back about ninety degrees before returning up right, mentor dodging its retaliation. Nodding, I'd take mentor's position as the dummy stopped moving back and forth. Taking the same stance he took, I'd make sure my chin was against my chest and my arms were bent at the elbows to guard my face loosely. As I took a few practice punches, each one was a slow punch to make sure I would get the right motion down. Next, I'd take a few more practice punches, only this time adding in my body to add power to it as the dummy bobbed a little toward the left and right. Believing I got this punch down, I'd take a few deep breaths before finally being able to be ready. Beginning the motion, I'd throw the punch towards the punch, rotating my hand until the knuckles were horizontally aligned. Throwing my body as well into the punch to add power and speed, I'd make contact with the dummy hoping it was as powerful, if not more, than mentor's punch as I threw my body into the punch. [/ltr] [ltr] The young stranger, formerly know as Jaina, had retired to the woods outside of Midergern to better attune herself. Out in the dense woods and green meadows there was little that could distract the young woman from her endeavor. She had been tasked by her mentor, Akima Nabuto, to refine and increase her mana pool. If she was to be a decent medical warrior, she would be in need of much mana to heal those wounded in battle. She had delved deep into the woods and had found a natural spring. The small brook that ensued from it would eventually join a river. The cold water was a good medium by which Jaina had to concentrate her mana. He sat cross legged in meditation on top of the shallow waters. She exuded, and gathered her inner senses to further let the mana develop and refine itself; feeling as mana rushed through her thighs and legs so as to stay above water. If she ever lost concentration or was running low on mana, the cold waters would let her know with a shivering reminder. To further deplete her reserves, she would perform intense calisthenics and perform mana consuming spell. She would draw just enough mana to make her pass out but not put her in any form of danger. After all, she had been tasked with increasing her mana reserves, not with dying in the least. Perhaps one day she would have to make the choice but at the moment her mind was filled to the brim, if not overflowing, with ways to produce satisfactory results. Even if it meant an eternity. Three weeks have passed since Jaina had arrived at the natural spring. She slept under the stars and she hunted for her food. To any passerby she would have looked like a feral human. Her hair was much longer than her normal shoulder length. It was even unrulier, if that was even possible. Her clothes and shoes were worn and torn where she had snagged a tree branch or scraped a clothed substance against a rock in her constant chase for food or on her ever changing self imposed physical training routines. The days had started to merge one with another. She only stopped her training to answer nature calls and to hunt for her food, or to gather supplies necessary for everyday survival as a warrior. As a proud warrior of the Proudmoore clan. There were times she was so exhausted that she did not know if she was dreaming or actually performing the task that she saw herself doing as if it was an outer body experience. Another unique form of astral projection.. She had trained her mind to sense when she was starting to be at the limit of her mana reserves; her system was trained to alert her body in case of an emergency - sending electromagnetic shocks to her brain telling her she must back out of the battle and recouperate before returning to the frontlines. She would feel the strain her body felt as she tried to produce just an ounce more. Because the mana lines were connected to vital organs, she made sure not to strain her chi or concentration regarding it too much to avoid certain danger. After all it wasn't like it is not unheard of somebody dying due to the severe effects of mana exhaustion. Still, she did not care to be another statistic if it made her mother happy. Years could pass at these beautiful springs and she wouldn't leave until she felt she met the quality her mother would approve of. She had a promise to keep. A vow, spoken in true words of divine and devout righteousness and faith. If she was to become a good Medical Nin and a superior, if not the best solo support team in the warrior world; there should be nothing that she would not be willing to accomplish no matter the cost. There were times when doubt started to settle in. She wondered if all this was even working. She did not feel any different. But one is not able to see the small changes because they are just the same as the day before. Only those seeing from the outside, seeing with fresh unbiased eyes can truly say when a change has happened - the eyes that Jaina wanted to really experience the thrill of her prowess were those of her mother. She'd do anything to make her proud of Jaina; even if it meant giving up her happiness and her childhood. Jaina would just have to trust that her mentor was correct and that exerting the mind, body and spirit, would lead to a more vast mana reserve and further improve her knowledge and grasp on controlling her mana to the characteristic aspects and ratios comparable to kings and Captain warriors she admires so dearly. It was not until the next to last day that she felt any true change. She was chasing a rabbit that would hopefully be her next warm cooked and hearty meal. Her muscles were crying and screaming out for rest but she could not let her first substantial meal in days escape. The animal headed for some rocks and she just knew that if she let it near one of those holes she would not see the rabbit again. Chances are it would burrow deep underground and remain there until Jaina was asleep. [/ltr] [ltr]She tapped into the expanded mana pools from deep within her and miraculously produce enough mana to send a bolt imbued with shadow magic mana flying towards the ill fated rabbit. The immersive and unforgiving attack was strong enough to stop the poor creature’s heart but in doing so, it made Jaina’s own race. She had finally achieved what she had set out to do it would seem. She slept peacefully that night, her belly full and her mind at rest knowing that she could go back to her mother and have her be proud of her completing the task she was assigned. [/ltr] EXIT [ltr]Total W/C: 15,150 AP Claimed: 303[/ltr]
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| Menelmacar had tried his best to stay awake during her story, he wanted to learn the Orgin's of the land, the tales it had to tell, but the pain from the wolf bite was taking its toll on him now, his eyes would flutter about the time she cleaned his wound, he took in a sharp breath, that would wake him up for some time, and that was good, it allowed him to finish through her story, and when she was done, He would slowly stand and bowed to her say "Lady Jaina I am happy to hear that extravagant tale of how the land came to be, but this wound is taking its toll and I must go to get some sleep" Menelmacar would go to where he would be pointed to by the lady, and he would wait till she left and he would lay in the bed she offered him, and he would fall asleep, the next day would hold much for him.
What exactly was not yet known, but he planned to ask the Lady Jaina for a Horse to head into the closest town, he wanted to learn all he could to protect the Lady Jaina, and the full details of what his new title entailed, His dreams that night where of his future life, the life he was to live, the life he wanted to live, and oddly enough, for someone shipwrecked and so far from home, he did not wish it, did not desire to return home, he felt more at home here then when he ever stayed anywhere else, he was able to sleep with a smile on his face.
His dream was one of grandour, not physical, but mental and emotional grandour, He was standing beside his Lady Jaina, she was doing her queenly things, and he was standing close by offering advice to her when she asked, he was dressed, not like most knights, but like a lord, but still ready for battle, two swords on him, one on either hip, it was tasteful.
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| well, that's a lot. Approving mene, and will approve Jaina when she exits. I'm fairly certain this doesn't apply to this topic, but for topics where you don't do any sort of training, you can still gain stats, but only for patience and memory. Where as in topics where you do training, you can gain all | |
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| Okay, she edited. Approved. | |
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