Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 10:36:38 GMT -6
Marle looked up thoughtful. That would work well for her. The woman outstretched her arms and cracked her fingers and pretty much all her joints at once, making her look surprised for a moment as she relaxed. "Ow." It didn't really hurt, but it was a sort of go-to response. She put out her hand to receive the cup of tea, blowing upon it to cool it down, before drinking it. She reacted sharply, pulling back. Not due to the taste, but more the heat. She wasn't good with hot temperature things. They were nice to have in the cold, but she hated being burnt.
"Don't rush her into battle. If she is not mentally prepared for it, all of her training will not help. Trial by Bloodshed is never a good source to start a child's development as a warrior. She probably just needs to find something to value." Taking another sip, after taking many, many breaths to cool down the beverage, she couldn't help raise a brow. She got that a lot. her character was too reserved for open conversation. She sucked at small talk, that was clear. She had only met this man today, and he could already tell. What a poor image she gave off!
"Ah...yeah...I'm not the ho -hum friendly chatting kind of individual. Not the kind you would really want to have at a party of festival."
The woman brushed her hair out from covering her left eye, chuckling softly as she turned the cup in her hands. She would need to work on that sometime, but that wasn't important right now for her. She would try to warm up her cold soul with this bit of travelling.
"Ah...lets not get back to comparing our life experiences again. Mine just makes me so damn depressed and it seems liek no one has had a good upbringing. Everything is all tragedy, even my own. Well, to our past, and that we may overcome it."
Marle held up her cup to the younger man, as if a toast, to try and break from the solemn topic. Really, Sacae was beautiful. So many stars above, so clear. She could not see sights like this in Edessa or even any of the villages she stayed in, but the sky seemed further away here than in Ilia. The land was probably much closer to the sea level
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 11:04:17 GMT -6
"To overcoming the past", spoke Orcleous as he toasted to that. He had to wounder though, why in the world was it always coming back up. Well he guess that is what people just do really. Two travelers who had seen a lot in there time and a pass that was as deep as the ocean. The things that happen in there past shape there future. Orcleous had to watch himself. There was a lot of factors weighing on him of late. The nickname, the wars, his apprentice, and his old affiliations. What kind of person was he becoming? What did he stand for? It was all something one should ask themselves every once in a while. As Orcleous thought on it he looked up into the sky. The stars where twinkling and the sky opened.
"Well better get to work", spoke Orcleous as he put his cup down and walked over to his hammer. The Hero touched the heavy object and felt Xigshaw's power flow through his body. He had a while before it would be his time to sleep and Orcleous wanted to use the time to practice his skills fighting with the mighty war hammer. It had not been that long since Orcleous took up using axes as a weapon. The skill required to use them was not as high as for a sword, but the weapons had there own set of rules. A axe was not a blade and if you attempted to fight with it as one you would end up dead. Orcleous however was still trained to use a sword and as a result he had to find a nice median so he could use them properly. Lucky for him Xigshaw was a massive piece of work. The way you used the weapon was close to the way you would use a greatsword. It was funny how the big weapons seemed to blur the lines.
Orcleous took a deep breath as he pulled the hammer out of the dirt and placed two hands on the handle. With full arm strength he brought the weapon down creating massive flow of wind as the hammer approached the ground. Before it could hit however Orcleous pulled up stopping the weapon right before it made contact. The movement was hard and requited both great skill and timing. This is why Orcleous at least did this once a day. It would serve to focus his skills with his weapon and give him a more fine tune attack. Still that was not all there was behind training with Xigshaw. The hammer had enough force to rival even the most monstrous of beasts. However the one using the hammer also needed to be strong. Orcleous feared that using such a weapon would dampen his blade. Magic was suppose to be a tool and not a crutch. If Orcleous relied on its power to much he would grow weak.
"I wounder if that is how the great heros felt", spoke Orcleous to himself as he looked at his weapon.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 11:18:41 GMT -6
Marle hefted the glass in response, and downed her tea slowly. She wanted to savor it, not having had any in a good long while. it was nice. She felt relaxed, though her muscles ached and wanted rest, she couldn't just find herself coming to it. As Orcleous went to attend to that gaudy hammer, She too went and began to adjust her own weapons, cleaning the blade of any residue that might have fallen upon her spear with the crossguard at it's end. She had this weapon since...forever really. it was her long time companion and friend. A weird way to think about the weapon, but it allowed her to grow used to the weight, the balance and the lethality to it. The lance was a beautiful weapon. It was simple, and honest, easy to learn but difficult to master, a fact she was having a hard time with.
As she clean the weapon, her eyes wandered to Orc once more, that hammer itself was a strange sight. She had never seen craftsmanship of the like, nor a weapon even coming close to such things. Still, she decided to stay where she was, instead of getting close, taking a cloth and shining the blade on her end, unable to get a mirror shine to it, due to the heavy wear of the blade.
"What is that, anyways?"
Marle made a mention towards the hammer the man seemed to be coveting. The way Orc reacted to the hammer was foreign to her, so it must be an important heirloom to him.
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 11:51:30 GMT -6
"This thing", spoke Orcleous as he looked at Xigshaw. He felt the hammer pulsate as he called it a thing. It was a temperamental magic weapon. It wanted all the glory and prestige it could get. Not only that it was jealous. If you used another weapon it would hold back on you. Orcleous however was use to it so it never bothered him much. Though he never truly seen the things full power. Well he had to take that back. He saw it once when he was on that ship. The weapon had cracked the mass of a mighty sea vessel with a single blow and left a legend behind in The City of Heroes.
"This is Xigshaw", spoke Orcleous as he held the mighty war hammer. He stabbed its head down into the dirt and placed his hands on its metal ring at its tail. "It is a magical hammer from the land of Eturia. From what I heard it was used to slay witches back in the day. A bit over kill if you asked me", spoke Orcleous as he looked at the weapon. With this coming down on you Orcleous was sure that no witch would survive a blow from it. "The weapon is imbune with a special magic that increases the strength of the wielder to exceptional heights. To be truthful most people would need the strength bonus to simply wield the hammer. However once you gain control over it you can pull out even more power from its base and use feats that are inhuman to manage."
Orcleous stopped for a moment and then walked over to the maiden. "Here give it a try", he spoke as he offered her the massive hammer. Once she touched the hilt he was sure she would understand. Holding Xigshaw was like holding power itself. You could feel the energy surging through your body and your muscles becoming much stronger. It was a feeling like none other. Though it could be dangerous in a actual battle. Though Xigshaw did increase your muscular strength it does not protect you from harm. The feed back from some of the attacks could run you down and the boost in muscle power ached your muscles. If one abused the power they would soon find themselves with serious muscle damage. Though the longer you used the weapon the more you got use to it. As dangerous as it was at breaking down your body it was also adventitious for building up muscle. Swinging the weapon around and using its power gave the body a good work out. When you recovered you where usually stronger than you where before. Orcleous had bulked up a bit since he started using it.
"When dealing with this weapon you some times wounder", spoke Orcleous as he began to talk about the hammer. "Which one of you is the true power in a fight. Is it the hammer or is it you. For a man who values strength as his primary mode of combat it creeps into my mind sometimes. I wounder if Xigshaw is the weapon or am I."
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 12:07:59 GMT -6
At this point, she had put the weapon aside, and sat up on her knees to listen. A magical weapon? She had heard of things like that, not actually seen one before. They were starting to get more common though, tales of warriors wielding swords of fire, that sort of things. Marle didn't really know how she felt about the weapon. She had seen what magic wrought, but weapons were weapons, magic or not. Who was to say it was more dangers than the common sword? She tried playing with the name in her head. With her accent, reproducing the sound was a little trying. The fact that a hammer was used to kill witches was overboard, prompting her to smile and respond with "I guess fire wasn't working.." Witches though...of all things.
When she went out to touch Xigshaw, grabbing it, she felt the effects immediately, it was heavy for one, despite the enhanced strength, but she didn't hold it for long. it felt wrong in her hands, and gave it back quickly, shaking her head some. "It feels wrong.." was all she could mumble out. Something about it bothered her, and it was probably due to it's property. She unconsciously wiped her hand on her pants, as if it were dirty.
"The proper way of looking at it would be you both are weapons. That was how I was always taught. To make the most of your abilities, you have to become that weapon. Man has been killing each other for a long time, since before the age of swords, using just our bodies. It's not wrong to be a weapon, as long as you guide yourself properly. I for instance, am a weapon. The lance is an extension of me, as is my armor. it doesn't just protect me, but it too is a weapon of it's own design."
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 12:24:27 GMT -6
"We both are the weapon", spoke Orcleous as he let the thought sit in his mind. He did not have to distinguish between the two of them. Xigshaw and Orcleous where one weapon with the same cause. It was a thought. One Orcleous would have to meditate on. His doubt about his own strength and the strength of the weapon he wielded made him wounder. Still he did not throw the maiden's reaction completely out of mind. The way she rejected the hammer. He knew that the next time she touched Xigshaw the weapons would withhold even more of its strength, that was one thing for sure. However he did focus on the way she acted. Did she fear magic? Orcleous never really thought about it. For him magic weapons where just that a weapon. There was another spirit inside of the blade or hammer, but it did not bother him much. You could say Orcleous was use to it by now. For her thought, it must have been a first time.
"I forgot Generals usually don't like magic", spoke Orcleous as a smirk crossed his face. He lifted the hammer back up and held it over his shoulder. "Is this the first magic weapon you have ever touched", asked Orcleous as he looked at the maiden. He asked the question, but her reaction told him everything already. "You know what makes magic weapons magical", spoke Orcleous as he decided to talk on the subject. He pulled Xigshaw off his shoulders and held it in the air as he prepared to practice with it again. "Magic weapons are not simply pieces of metal with runes on them", spoke Orcleous as he swung the magic hammer down. Masterfully he stopped right before hitting the ground. "They say a spirit dwells inside of each weapon", spoke Orcleous as he swung the hammer toward his right side. "This spirit conjures up the power that each weapon possess." Orcleous swung the hammer again, but this time pulled it back around to get in a second swing. "So you can really say that the spirit itself is the weapon. So far", spoke Orcleous as he brought his weapon to a stop. "I have only held two magic weapons. This one right here and one known as The Fiery Dragon Sword. Xigshaw is a glory hog and as a result you have to show the weapon respect or it will lesson the power it gives. It is a holy axe, but one that seeks attention and glory. Fiery", spoke Orcleous as he drew his apprentice iron sword and stabbed into the air. "Well that blade was a entirely different weapon. It sure was not no holy sword", spoke Orclous as as he made three cuts into the air as fast as he could. "The weapon took a delight in the burning and killing of humans. The legend behind it was that the spirit of a dragon was sealed inside of the blade and thus why it burns so hot. I don't know if that one is true, but I do know that Fiery was a pretty fearsome magic weapon."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 12:41:10 GMT -6
"It's not that I hate magic, it's more I don't have fond memories of them. You know, the kind that shaman's use, that's really all I don't like. It seems unnatural."
She looked up from her knees, instead looking over Orc once more, before giving a little nod of her head. "Ah, yeah, it's the first I've ever handled one." She quieted down, softly nodding as he decided to share his knowledge on what it actually was. Marle was grounded. She understand earthly properties, but magic baffled her, it was almost like stories, but it was a real thing, despite her not wanting to really further grasp it. She remained ignorant, best to change that. So she took the time to listen carefully. She understood a little, it made more sense to think of the weapon as alive, from what she had felt. She almost immediately regretted what she said when she held the weapon, but it wasn't for her. She could tell that much.
"That does sound like quite the weapon...that sword."
She mumbled that last bit, rubbing her chin some. "So, there are many different kinds of spirits then?"
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 12:53:00 GMT -6
"Yes that sword was quite the weapon", spoke Orcleous with a annoyed tone. "On one incident I got disarmed and somebody else picked up the blade. The sword tried to burn me just as well as it did my opponents. It had no loyalty at all", spoke Orcleous as he began to think back onto that blade. He then began to ask himself why he wanted it back, but then remember that it was just a weapon. "Yes there are different types of spirits. I don't really know all about it, but I do know enouhg to be knowledgeable on it. I do known that the spirits inside the sword can vary on personalities. Xigshaw here", spoke Orcleous as he touched his hammer. "Well this thing is quite loyal unlike Fiery. If some thief just picked it up it would not give them any power at all. The only reason it reached out to you was because I handed it to your. After a while it would probably remove its power and place itself back into the dirt. Xigshaw does not just let anybody wield it. The weapon has to find you worthy of holding it. So if you don't like dealing with spirits, then I would not suggest touching a magic weapon", spoke Orcleous.
"Still if you are not going to go the magic route I suggest going the other end of the spectrum. I heard tales of swords that have the ability to cut through magic itself. They are called Regal blades. Not only do they cut through magic, but they are also indestructible. Truly fine blades", spoke Orcloeus. "Still they are just as hard to come by. The metal used in there forging is not only rare, but expensive. A single regal blade cost as much as a magic sword. It would take a smith of divine skill to forge such weapons."
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 13:18:32 GMT -6
Marle had a lot to think on that part then. It wasn't really something she was going to run into any time soon, it was a big commitment, money and mentally. It was good to know though, Marle did value knoweldge, and this would allow her to make an informative decision. Having magic, and a way to counter it...that would actually be much more reasonable. She could see the good side to both now, so why not have both? That was just the way her mind worked, always thinking of the defence and offence together.
She started to laugh some, before bowing her head to Orcleous. "Thank you, I will think upon that further...when I get enough money for either."
Truth was, she was a bit poor. Purchasing that lance of light material had....ran her into the ground moneywise. She had enough to live, but if she needed something new, well, she was out of luck for now. Best way to get money for a girl like here was probably in an inn...or as a mercenary, but both are long time jobs. Money came at the cost of time, which she did not want to lose.
"It's getting late...I think I should probably get some sleep while I can."
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 13:37:11 GMT -6
"Right", spoke Orcleous as he looked at the maiden. "It would probably be best if you got some sleep before it was your turn on watch. Would not want you falling asleep. Nothing is more dangerous than a sleeping guard." Pulling away from the conversation Orcleous turned back to his training. He still needed to do a hundred slashes before his turn on night watch ended. If he slacked off on his training then he would be good as dead. The Hero remembered when he first started to do this. It seemed such a long time ago and yet it had only been what, two years. Two years was such a short amount of time when you think about the grand scheme of things and yet here he was. He had gotten strong in those two years. It was amazing so when he thought about it. From a farm boy to a expert swordsmen he did pretty well for himself.
After finishing his practice Orcleous still had some time left before his turn on the watch was over. Telling time was always difficult at night time. The only thing that really helped him keep time in check was his biological clock. Orcleous had skipped out on eating jerky for a reason. As his stomach growled he knew what time it was. That and using the big star in the sky. As Orcleous chomped down on his bear meat he listened to the darkness. There was a few sounds that alerted him, but nothing threatening. Orcleous simply ran a perimeter around the camp to make sure nobody or thing was sneaking up behind. After that he switched to swinging Xigshaw some more. The road was starting to weigh heavy on him, but he still had a hour to go. Powering through the last one, which was always the hardest Orcleous awoke the general from her slumper. "You are up", he spoke as shook her and walked back to his tent. Leaving Xigshaw outside Orcleous walked into it and feel on his spot. He did not even bother trying to get his pillows from Xeldine. There was no point. Orcleous shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep. In his mind he preyed that he did not wake up with his throat slit and bandits ransacking his stuff.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 14:14:52 GMT -6
The sleep was...well, it wasn't so bad. The young woman had turned down for the night, tucking herself within the sheet of her sleeping bag, and let the sound of the night drift her off to sleep. She could hear Orcleous for quite some time as she dozed. Was he practicing? NO matter, she would probably be doing the same herself. Guard duty was boring, though she did have her books to occupy her as well when she wakes up. With a bit of a sigh, she let sleep take her.
She felt a rousing, but she didn't take long. Boy her body ached, it always did, but it was like her muscles were calling out to her. Looking up at Orcleous, she was a bit surprised at where she was, almost having forgotten that she was travelling with him and his apprentice. with a grin, she nodded and started to sit up, with a stretch, "Oh right.." she mentioned quietly. Seeing him disappear into his Tent, she went about getting her armor on. That task alone, coupled with her sleepy disposition, took nearly an hour by itself, but by the time she managed to be finally equipped, she was much more awake.
Casually snacking on her jerky, she looked out towards the horizon in all directions. The moon was low, which was nice. She could hear all the bugs making their incessant noises, but the General paid no mind. instead, she gathered her spear and shield, and set off to practice a little bit away. She dried not to be too loud, but she couldn't be quiet. It always felt good to feel the weight of her steel spear in her hand, much more than that iron, slim weapon she used when she had started. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, as did her armor, with a layer of mildew adorning it, as well as the plants all around. This kind of cool was a little closer to what she was used to.
After her nightly bout of practice, she did have some time to spare. Pulling a candle from her pack, she lit it with an ember from the fire, after managing to dig one up. With the candle lit, she pulled out her sketchpad. The light was faint on her page, but her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark, coupled with the moonlit sky, and began to draw. This was a way to help her calm down and stay level. She felt very relaxed just drawing with that bit of charcoal. She was decent, but no master. She remembered the flowers she passed by earlier, wanting to take that image with her. They were pretty afterall.
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 14:33:12 GMT -6
"Oh crap", spoke Xeldine as she rose from her sleep. Like Orcleous she had developed a internal biological clock for this kind of thing. Around her time to get up her balder would away fill up and she would wake up and do her business. To her surprise however she saw that Orcleous was leeping next to her. The sight not only caught her off guard but flustered her a bit. The Hero had taken off his shirt when he slept and the sight of a bare chested man bothered Xeldine greatly. "How many times have I told that idiot to sleep with his shirt one", spoke the maiden as she grabbed a pillow and began the motion of throwing it at Orcleous. she stopped half way as she remembered the last time she did that. It did not end well. Orcleous thought they where under attack and went for his sword. Why was the guy so uptight she would never know. "Whatever I will let him hear it in the morning", she thought. Grabbing her bag she walked out the tent. To her surprise however she saw the other women drawing something.
"Oh it is you", she spoke still half asleep. "I almost forgot you where here", she spoke as she walked around the tent and handled her business. She then washed her hands with some of her drinking water and then walked back into the tent. Orcleous and the other women might be ok with getting undressed in the open, but she was not. "Better not wake up idiot", she spoke as she changed her clothing inside of the tent. Placing back on her cheap leather armor and her combat gear she walked back outside holding onto what she declared to be her sword. Walking back up to the women she sat by what was suppose to be a fire. The flames had all but died down, which bothered her. Once again the maiden took another trip back into the tent. She pulled a few bits of kindling from Orcleous bag and placed it in the hole. She then grabbed up a lot of grass and tossed in there as well. Using a match she tossed it into the fire pit and started back up a warm flame.
"Am I suppose to relieve you", she spoke as she put the grate Orcleous used earlier back over the hole and began to warm up some water. Taking some tea leaves shot tossed them into the pot and began to make her morning tea. "Where did that block head put that sugar", she thought to herself. She was going to have to make another trip into the tent. "Excuse me for a bit", she spoke as she walked back into the tent to get the sugar for the tea that was not ready yet. "So are you a artist or something", she spoke as she looked at the pad. It was strange for her to see a soldier drawing. Orcleous had no such habits neither did any of the guard in the city.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 14:55:21 GMT -6
Hearing the rustling of the tent actually startled her. She immediately turned, but was more surprised to see Xeldine exit the small shelter. She figured the girl would just sleep the whole way through now that she was here. She made eyecontact with the girl, before nodding her head. "Good morning." And returned to her drawing. She kind of laughed at the response she got, she did sort of the same thing just a few hours ago. "Yeah, I get that sometimes." Not really, but it was still funny either way, the one in the metal suit which couldn't be all that stealthy to begin with, well, it was interesting that she was easily forgettable.
While Xeldine was finishing up changing, the General was finishing up with a little bit of shading, rubbing and spreading the charcoal over the image to balance it out more. When Xeldine returned, she didn't know what to say. She couldn't remember what Orcleous had said, if Xeldine was even going to get up for a part time shift.
"Only if you want to, but I'm up now regardless."
Going back to sleep in her armor would only bother her. She continued on in silence, as if she was not even there. Though when she was asked about her act of drawing, she had to think about that for a moment. "I suppose I am, as a hobby. Life can be boring, best to take up a hobby of sorts for you to do on your down time. Most of the men drank...a lot of the women too. I don't do so well with drink, so I have to keep myself busy on calm nights as this. Guard duty is such a bore, you know? I get up and do some rounds now and then, but to just spend your time staring off into the dark can be a bother."
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 6, 2015 15:25:39 GMT -6
Xeldien wanted to make a snark about it, it was just in her blood, however she had nothing to say. No witty comment or anything negative to bring up. She figured it was just he mornings. She hated getting up in the mornings and waiting for the sun. However Orcleous was well, Orcleous. He wanted to be safe all throughout the night and he did not trust her for first watch. Instead he gave her dawn. Mainly because the number of monsters roaming around seemed to decrease at that time and most ambushes happen in the dead of night. Orcleous figured it would be the best time for her to stand guard. It was safer that way.
"Well I guess the two of us will just have to keep watch till the sun came up", spoke the maiden as she offered her a cup of tea. "Well bothering Orcleous is my hobby", spoke Xeldine as she chuckled at the thought. "He is just to easy to mess with sometimes, thought it makes me wounder a bit. Does he even have a life outside of fighting? I mean with all the stories he has about fighting and other stuff he has done. All of that happened in only two years. the thought of it is strange to me. What does he do other than fight and why does he do it? I am suppose to be his apprentice, but he has never once told me a reson for fighting. He just fights, eats, sleep, and more fighting. Most great warriors have a goal in mind. They want something or they need to live up to some expectation. Orcleous he does not seem to want anything." At this point she was pretty much talking to herself. She had a few questions she wanted to ask, but would not dare ask Orcleous so instead she asked her. It was better that way. She could vent and get it out without possibly upsetting the bread bread bringer in the relationship.
"Oh crap I almost forgot", spoke Xeldine as she took out Orcleous sword and began to swing it. In her mind she was keeping count of the swings. Before the sun rose over the horizon she was suppose to do at least a hundread swings. She had done it a few times in the past, but it was always annoying. She never understood why Orcleous made her do it, but she knew if she did not she would never hear the end of it.
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 6, 2015 16:18:19 GMT -6
"Looks like it."
She slowly closed her book, before slowly moving to grab the steel lance, and rest it over her lap, with her shield displayed out to her side. It wasn't ornate or anything. It wasn't a flat piece of metal, but a little raised ridging with a large X across the front of it. She canted her head a little towards Xeldine, listening to her, but she would smile, understanding a little bit. She was a bit like that when she was younger as well. Especially to Clair. Ah...how she missed her.
"I don't know about a goal. A lot of great warriors just have a job to do. Greateness is thrust upon them, not everyone can accept. he's probably a great warrior in his own respect, but he doesn't seek the adulation of others, instead, he's just living by his own standards, and that's good in of itself. As long as he's happy. Why, do you think he should become more than he is? If so, then what?"
This girl confused her a bit. it was clear she liked him, but how? Is it really a savior type fantasy between them? Marle doesn't really have any kind of knowledge about it. She hasn't really saved anyone before. Just done her duty like a good soldier. Watching the girl hurry away to do her practice, she decided to follow her, leaning on her spear some as she placed the other spears into their accorded racking she kept on her back.
"Oh good, you practice. But...is that weapon too heavy for you? There's a pretty amazing type of metal made for weapons. it's about as hard as a steel weapon, but much lighter."
She removed her double sided lance, spinning it casually within her hands with care it was very light, probably lighter than that sword she was using.
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