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| Topic Started: Jan 29 2009, 12:15 PM (157 Views) | |
| Lydia | Jan 29 2009, 12:15 PM Post #1 |
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Lydia laid out her weapons on the sand and did a few stretches and poses to tune in her balance. She figured it was time to get back into shape and work on her skills to improve them. What she wouldn’t give for a dueling partner. Right now even if she was angry with him she would have killed to have Ven duel with her...or Halli. Lydia strived for speed and flexibility and swiftness. Without these she would not be as great of an Assassin. Even if she was strong she could not use that since most men in Avalon could throw her down easily. Sure to a normal human male she could put up a fight with strength, but in Avalon you never knew what you were playing with. Picking up her katana she went through a few forms and poses and steps trying to get the feel for balance and concentration down. She moved the sword as if it was fused to her body. Her foot positions were stable and firm on the ground so an attacker who tried to trip her would find he or she would fail horribly. This place was perfect for training purposes...her new coming powers never got in the way, and she could ignore them just for once even if she knew she would sooner or later have to learn to master even them. They were apart of her now, and in order to remain balance she had to be in control of all aspects of her body and mind, even magic. Coming from a world without magic made her feel funny actually having the ability to turn into shadows and the likes now. What was more frightening to her was that this was only the beginning of her powers. As time went on she would gain more, and then she would have to master them. She truly was ever changing. |
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| Vasily | Jan 29 2009, 01:02 PM Post #2 |
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The Dragon ranger was standing down on the sand quietly puffing on a bunch of dried leaves in a thin paper thing he bought from some shop. The man called it tobacco or something to that effect, Vasily did not fully care it was something new and he would try it. Looking around while taking his cloak off something caught his eye, a woman in the sand a ways down the beach. Turning and looking at her the Warrior realized she was training by herself, thet was never a fun thing to do. Shifting his sword belt to his back, unstringing his bow and placing it in his quiver the Twin Soul wandered up the beach to talk with the young woman. When he was close enough to catch her attention without raising his voice too much he took the smoking thing from his mouth and called out to her. "Hey, you look like you could use some help there lady. Mind if I have this dance?" Upon reaching her he set his cloak down in the sand along with his quiver of arrows and drew his sword, replacing the smoldering paper in his mouth and swinging the blade in a circle. He looked for the world like a man who knew hardly anything about swordsmanship. |
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| Lydia | Jan 29 2009, 01:15 PM Post #3 |
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Lydia turned her head, concentration still etched into her face as she saw the man. A partner...for training...how perfect. Resting her sword to her side she watched him walk closer to her completely unafraid of any attack or harm to her. No one could use magic so as far as she was concerned no one could truly hurt her, besides the raven didn't come to the island with her, he was in god knows where eating god knows what, but sooner or latter she was going to taste it. Pulling the rolled paper from his hand she took a long drag on it and blew the smoke out in small rings that slowly got bigger as they flew into the sky. Looking at the paper she shrugged a little and handed it back to him. "I could suggest a better tobacco store if you would like, I myself don't smoke...but I have been known to pick one up to relive stress." Twirling her katana once she smiled. "If you want to train with me have at it...I don't mind the partner or his sword...just how he uses it." She stopped for a moment, "and don't try to turn that context into anything...ummm...less then ladylike. I am not much of a lady...but I still am not tramp. All explained I am sure you can handle you weapon or else you would not have it." She pulled off her sleek black long sleeved shirt to escape from the heat of the sun over her head and revealed a rather finely crafted black corset. It had no sleeves nor straps but was held up by just being incredibly tight yet still comfortable and flexible. It was certainly nothing you could find in any shop, more or less it was made specially for her just so she could move without restriction. The people of her order strived for it, if they could they would just kill people in the nude, but everyone had high class and preferred not to. |
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| Rylianis | Jan 29 2009, 07:48 PM Post #4 |
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Rylianis, after having been interrupted last time he decided to venture out and spend a bit of time alone, was in desperate need for a break from his plans. His mind was filled with the status of the Avalonian economy, as he slowly poisoned it with debt and crime. It seemed like such a nasty business to him, he wished that he trusted somebody else enough to oversee that element of his scheme. However, despite how ugly and tedious it was, it was the cornerstone of everything he had worked for thus far, so keeping up with the books could only be entrusted to him. Rylianis didn't like that prospect, not one little bit, so he resolved to leave his affairs with a trusted merchant, just for one month. I mean, it's just one month... what could possibly happen in a month, especially at this stage of the operation? It's barely even hatching into something powerful, very little oversight is needed to make sure it runs smoothly. What's more, there will be no benefit in any of it if I've been driven half-mad with accounting. The ledger is nothing more than paper, the true power lies in my enemies knowing they are indebted to me. Rylianis actually wasn't very good at it at all, the different accounts made his head spin, and he would occasionally miss payments or mix up numbers as a result. However, like everything else in his plans, he paid close attention and tried his best. This personal vacation was now to be taken in the desert. He reasoned that nobody would want to stay in a desert for very long; they were dangerous and inhospitable. Luckily, Rylianis took survival in unwelcome climate to be an immense and rewarding challenge. He resolved to spend only a week in the desert, and carried enough supplies so that he wouldn't have to see another human face, nor trade another coin of gold for the entire duration. He would divide the week into the various arts of his work. He would train only his body on the first two days, to build strength and endurance to the elements. He would spend the next two days practising his combat skills, to keep his instincts sharp and his muscle-memory well tuned. The last, and most enjoyable, part of his training would be in harmony and stillness. The Stalker intended to bury himself partly into the sand, so that he may not be seen, heard or detected by magic, and merely become at one with his environment. Whilst lying there, in perfect stillness, his mind would be serene and perceptive to the the rhythm of nature - which for all the harshness of the climate still pulsed strongly and vibrantly. He became at peace, for if he stayed still long enough, he would be merely an organic thing in the sand, and so The Stalker, with all his cruel ways and sinister tricks, would cease to exist. His physical strength, despite how active he had been, remained roughly at the same level. He was still very strong and quick, but only for short bursts. Rylianis felt mixed attitudes towards this. On one hand, his creeping age had not weakened him any further, but he was used to continual improvement and greater performance, so this was only a cold comfort to him. On the bright side, his martial capabilities were as swift as ever. He regarded his particularly swift and brutal skill to strike with his right elbow as a source of dignity and pride. At last, his most enjoyable exercise was upon him. He found a sand dune to bury into, and then placed himself, along with a bottle of water inside it and waited for the wind to bury him. It was after a day of looking upon the desert, sensing the vitality of nature, where he noticed two humanoid-shaped animals at a long distance. He almost felt like crying. Why won't they leave me alone! Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. They're ruining everything! I can hear the murmurings of their chatter, the footsteps, the movements of their weapons, the scattering of nature from their impetuous hustle and bustle... how I hate it. What's more, they'll almost certainly approach me at some point. There'll be no mere sitting on the sidelines with humans. He pondered this reality for a moment, and then concluded, I may as well approach them, but quietly. I would rather watch them, this afternoon. See if I can't get rid of them. He wasn't dressed for camouflage, but he observed a steep hill right above where the two humans were, so if he travelled quietly to that vantage point, he may be able to observe them without being discovered. |
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| Vasily | Jan 30 2009, 01:17 AM Post #5 |
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Vasily was slightly suprised when the woman took the tobacco from him, but it was slightly comforting to know she did not view him as someone to be avoided. Taking back the burning stick he drew a few more puffs from it then tossed it to the sand, crusing it out with his leather boot, it was unwanted in battle. After listening to his training partner he tossed his sword about six inches into the air, and it spun landing back in Vasily's hand. "Please My Lady, I am no sex crazed fool of a brawler. I am a warrior by trade and training, equal with the bow and sword. Magic is one thing I'm still working on. My name is Vasily Nazar, who do I have the honor of dueling with?" There was one question the Amethyst Archer never forgot to ask, because he never forgot a name and a face. Standing with his feet shoulder length apart and his left hand on his sword, the other floating free the Ranger stood ready for the first blow. |
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| Lydia | Jan 30 2009, 09:53 AM Post #6 |
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Lydia nodded at his comment, good honest fighter, the kind of person she liked to duel with. Good clean matches without the rules being broken and a great workout, this was what she looked forward to. "Lydia...but if you like I have many other names in which to call me by." Nicknames...well in all reality Lydia was her nickname in a way. Her birth name was Damona, and people back home made fun of her Latin based name from her Roman mother. They called her Moana...or Moan a la. Still she had her own little word games she played with there names. Lydia had been the only one of the tree children her mother had named...the other two her father named. She looked around feeling a little...worried, almost as if being watched, but it was probably just the stranger before her making her feel so alert. She couldn't help but feel a little jumpy, she had plenty to be afraid of. Her hell spawn had went off into the hands of temptation and she knew what that girl would be capable of. That was why it was very important to stay in tune with her skills and get better. Lifting her sword up she crossed blades with him and nodded her head to see that he was ready to fight. She would not strike down someone who did not know and attack was coming. It was unfair and it didn't help you get any better. If you wished to cheat your way through life then it was better you just train with a post rather then a living being. You were only worthy of fighting posts for the rest of your life because of cheating. |
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| Rylianis | Jan 31 2009, 12:04 AM Post #7 |
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This should be exciting. I wonder how long it will take the little blade princess to kill the girly man in a fit of pompous rage. Maybe it won't be exciting, maybe it will be amusing. Maybe it will just pass the time - who is to say? Rylianis observed the two with great interest, although playful in nature. The woman seemed absolutely ordinary in every conceivable way. She was very pretty, there's no doubt about that - he also found that she deserved On the other hand, once you have experienced life for a while, the standard notion of pretty starts to grate on your nerves, like everybody has been aspiring to the same model of beauty and ruined it for each other. No, what Rylianis told himself that he loved was uniqueness, a sense of grace and timeless beauty which almost physically struck him. This woman he observed was nothing like that - and his sentiments were only reinforced by her obvious, hackneyed choice of weapon. Oh, an Eastern sword. Some day, I'm going to find the man who's making and selling those things and kill him. Then, I'll take his business. It's one of those trendy weapons, something you can talk about easily, and show off well enough. I won't deny - it's got its uses, and if it weren't so damn cliché I might have a shorter, straight kind of weapon like it. Alas, I seek utility, not notoriety, so the flashy swords are set aside for the armour-piercing capabilities of a hard strike with a strong spike. That rhymes. I'll use it again some time. What's the girly man up to? He crossed his eyes over to the girly man. Nice sword trick, pretty boy. I wonder if you've ever snuffed out a life with that thing? Purple is an odd colour for a warrior, well, that colour purple anyway. A royal purple is a sign of somebody who warrants respect, or at the very least, attention. A purple like that is simply the sign of somebody who wants respect, or more likely attention. How cute - his sword matches his outfit. He makes me want to puke, all flash and no character. Maybe I'm just being overly critical. Stop doing that, Rylianis. You're here to watch, don't get distracted and become noticed. He sighed softly, and hid further behind the sand dune. He had managed to reach the peak without incident, so he anticipated he should remain unobserved until the two of them had finished training... but he had been surprised before, and prepared a flash bomb just in case. The real test of whether I shall leave this desert in disgust, or with a sense of faint amusement or interest, is how well the two fight. Who knows, if they seem like decent people I might train with them. |
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| Cassandra | Jan 31 2009, 10:42 AM Post #8 |
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Hmm, interesting; instead of the deserted area that Cas had expected, it seemed that there were a couple of others who seemed to have decided to camp out here. Perhaps this trip woud be more intesting than had been origionally thought. Cas had left the main continent of Avalon in an attempt to help center herself. Since her soul had been drained from her, she had felt a sort of emptiness inside her, a constant source of irritation in the back of her mind she'd come here in the hope that it might help to reduce the effect of it, if only for a while, it hadn't. However, when she had lost her soul, she had gained something more valuable; her mind. Since that had happened, she had regained the memories of her former life that she had felt that she had lost in the void of oblivion, she had even found the memories from her time in Oblivion. More specifiacally, the realisation that had been gained while there. She'd come to realise that power and survival weren't the most important things in life. The truly important things were the exeriences, as well as the enjoyable memories that had been accumulated through it. Those other points were simply means to this end. However, she had found that she enjoyed the exilerating feel of combat, and even the typically boring task of keeping unnoticed. Just out of curiousity, she attempted to test herself. Retreating back into a sparce area of greenery, Cassandra untied her haversack, and pulled out a light cotton cloak, it was coloured in a mixture of light greys and yellows in what seemed an almost enitrely random arrangement. All the better for deceiving an onlooked from seeing a humanoid form. Placing it over her typical dark grey cloak, she circled around in the concealment afforded so that the others would be downwind of her. She raised the hood of the cloak and dropped in to a prone position, waiting for a cloud to pass by. Using the movement of its shadow to conceal her own movement, she began to crawl forward slowly, the trailing cloak erasing any tracks that she might have left. She wasn't certain about the two of them, but based on their equipment and the way in which they used it, the man was probably a warrior or a wizard, possibly both; no serious assassin would garb themself in such garish clothing. The woman she wasn't sure of. She didn't seem to have the corret sort of attitude for any of the typical classifciations. Probably a sorceress of some sort. Although she could simply be feigning, but what purpose would that achieve in what seemed to be a mock match? Weapon wise, she wasn't exactly sure about how they'd act. The woman seemed as though her bladework would was going to be a little overdramatic, and she obviously didn't have to contend with thick steel plate armour often. Cassandra personally prefered straight blades over curved ones purely for the advantage of being able to slip them between the links in an opponent's plating or mail instead of having to cut right through it. It was one of the reasons that she used a bastard sword despite its size, it was a straight blade, long enough to use the extra reach to force the oppoenent to have to walk up to her should they be using a shorter weapon, it could be used one handed should she be attacked while climbing a rope, or even just carrying a torch, its grip was long enough to weild it two handed in order to overpower a foe should such prove advantageous, and it wasn't exactly impossible to conceal it beneath her cloak. The main problem was the fact that it weighed so much, but luckily, as magic began to fade it had been getting lighter and lighter, but so had her supernatural strength, so it felt as if it were around the same weight as it had been before. Lying on her belly with only her eyes showing, she observed the two from a closer distance to see what they would do. |
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