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exsiliumlogs2012-09-23 10:33 pm
demonbloodblade) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-09-23 10:33 pm
Some days need action to become understandable.
Date & Time: Round about now
Location: one of the training rooms
Characters: Meliantha, open to anyone else who wishes to wander by or in
Summary: woman with sword practicing her art.
Warnings: large sword being swung around, no guarantee you might not get sliced if you're not careful.
[Today has not been one of the more comprehensible days of Meliantha's life. She was supposed to report in about the new lords claiming Hellgate Keep, and if she was lucky, a day or so to relax before being sent out again. She was, she knew, the top agent in the area, and thus sent for what others would call suicide missions, but still.
She'd left her pack back in the room, and had changed into another set of travel clothes - dry ones, now. She'd also pulled out another item, before following the signs to a 'training room'. This one was large, large enough that she felt comfortable enough doing her training routine here. She couldn't figure out how to lock the door, and there was a window that could been seen into that she couldn't find curtains for, but for the chance to not be in the weather, she'd put up with that.
The first thing was, of course, taking care of her weapon. Indeed, she was never sure if the pleased noises that Chainbreaker made were faked or if he actually felt pleasure from being cleaned and oiled. What he was made of rarely needed sharpening, but she made a point of checking that as well.
Then stretching, feeling her body warm after the cold of the day. The sound in her bones of the meat flexing and the joints popping.
Finally, she picked up the large blade she'd brought with her.]
Ready?
Indeed.
[And she begins. A trained observer of swordplay would almost make out her opponents, or where they should be. They would also be able to tell that for a woman of her build - which is exceptionally strong - she is even stronger than she appears, because otherwise there is no way she could pull off some of those maneuvers.
She slows down, carefully, coming to a halt. Breathing heavily, with a tiny smile on her face, she runs a hand along the flat of the blade, over the faintly glowing crystal embedded in the blade itself.]
Ideas?
There's no compulsion on you, I would know and it would be broken. And they need you. The situation is not the best, but truly, you are needed. And as ever, vethivrak... I shall be with you.
[She nods. And thinks.]
Location: one of the training rooms
Characters: Meliantha, open to anyone else who wishes to wander by or in
Summary: woman with sword practicing her art.
Warnings: large sword being swung around, no guarantee you might not get sliced if you're not careful.
[Today has not been one of the more comprehensible days of Meliantha's life. She was supposed to report in about the new lords claiming Hellgate Keep, and if she was lucky, a day or so to relax before being sent out again. She was, she knew, the top agent in the area, and thus sent for what others would call suicide missions, but still.
She'd left her pack back in the room, and had changed into another set of travel clothes - dry ones, now. She'd also pulled out another item, before following the signs to a 'training room'. This one was large, large enough that she felt comfortable enough doing her training routine here. She couldn't figure out how to lock the door, and there was a window that could been seen into that she couldn't find curtains for, but for the chance to not be in the weather, she'd put up with that.
The first thing was, of course, taking care of her weapon. Indeed, she was never sure if the pleased noises that Chainbreaker made were faked or if he actually felt pleasure from being cleaned and oiled. What he was made of rarely needed sharpening, but she made a point of checking that as well.
Then stretching, feeling her body warm after the cold of the day. The sound in her bones of the meat flexing and the joints popping.
Finally, she picked up the large blade she'd brought with her.]
Ready?
Indeed.
[And she begins. A trained observer of swordplay would almost make out her opponents, or where they should be. They would also be able to tell that for a woman of her build - which is exceptionally strong - she is even stronger than she appears, because otherwise there is no way she could pull off some of those maneuvers.
She slows down, carefully, coming to a halt. Breathing heavily, with a tiny smile on her face, she runs a hand along the flat of the blade, over the faintly glowing crystal embedded in the blade itself.]
Ideas?
There's no compulsion on you, I would know and it would be broken. And they need you. The situation is not the best, but truly, you are needed. And as ever, vethivrak... I shall be with you.
[She nods. And thinks.]