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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 11:47 pm
And there it was again, maybe he hadn't imagined it the first time. But he wasn't going to be jumping to any conclusions. Though he found that it was quite interesting how she didn't want to reverie. She was contemplating a bad reverie, even if she had no control to pick what she wanted to see or not in her minds eye.
But he gave a little nod to her. "You need to...but you don't have to see it." Thus a finger was brought to her forehead where a rune was then scribed and activtaed. Interesting little rune...worked with elven mind frequencies...and more or less veiled a reverie from being experienced in the mind's eye, blacked it out in a sense.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:48 am
The katana was brought up with one hand, and the loud ring of mithril to steel was heard as teh blades collided, Malik's arm buckling some under the force.
"that's more like it. You're going to have to accept where you are, Arthur. and do give up that human name. Human's are finite beings, lessers in almost every way. they have a scant eighty years, you have all of time."
And shoving him back, the sounds keeping up as Malik went on offense with one hand, though nothing fancy. mostly just swipes to teh side or at up or downward angles.
"you disappointed me with your lack of knowledge even in the natural element you know. you still disappointed in your swordplay. but then, you were taught by humans, knowledge gets distorted as it is passed, one generation to another, by a mind that can falsify or imagine how things were to fill in gaps were it forgot."
Keeping Arthur on defense and pushing back.
"But your an elf, you'll never forget what your taught, and the memories will never be cloudy or weak. But there are two types of fighters in this arena you want to master. there are the cold and detached, and the emotionally charged. like now. it's your hatred that is giving your arm strength, your anger that I dared take your family blade from you that drives you to reclaim it. Which is good. passions drive us to things we normally cannot or will not do."
A small smirk, keeping his assualt heavy on him, and defending as needed.
"But they are a double sword. passions can cloud judgement, and that can lead to death as easily as if you never picked up the blade to defend yourself. But for now...let the hatred flow. let the anger fill your arms and light your eyes. only with your passions, and your hatred, can you best me."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:27 am
Zahara wasn't really sure what he meant by that since she'd never been able to not have to see her reveries. Blinking at him for a moment, she felt the familiar shift and pull of threads and energy and then the warmth on her skin. She cuddled even closer to him, her hands clutching a little roughly to his skin and shaking her head. Fear disgusted her. Hatred and revulsion filled her for her own reactions to her reverie but the truth was, she didn't want to go back into it again. Could he overpower her reveries? She wasn't sure she believed him and she knew she couldn't overpower her mind. In the state she was in, her mind took complete control and forced her to take reverie. She hypothesized that it probably had something to do with the baby. It took reverie same time she did and it needed a little bit more than she did, thus when it needed reverie, she began too as well. Fighting it with every bone in her body, she held tightly to Sevilin, getting more upset as the time passed. He was going to let her go, let her experience it all. An acute sadness washed over her and her body reacted in a way that was nearly unknown to drow, her eyes became misty and filled and even as she finally succumbed, whispering his name and finally weary of the fight, her tears slipped down.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:00 am
He knew that feeling, not wanting to go into reverie for fear of what might be waiting there for you. But he had taken care fo that for her just as he did for himself most nights. But he merely watched her as she tried to fight it off, only not succeeding and slipping into her own reverie with the soft call of his name before slipping into the trance like state, her eyes falling closed and tears falling down her cheeks.
Lightly he brought a hand up and brushed his fingers over her cheeks to remove the wet trails that had been put there. And he sat there a moment before he moved her from his lap to the couch. Getting himself up, he grabbed his clothes and dressed himself into more appropriate public fashion, though he left his hair loose for now. Slipping on his boots he walked back to the couch and lifted Zahara, carrying her in his arms and headed from the library and upstairs, giving a passing look to Malik and Arthur as they were more or less in the hall putting swords agaisnt one another. Malik better not rough him up too badly, Sevilin practically owned that elf.
But for now he paid them no mind and made his way to her room where he set her down gently in her bed on her side, hey he knew she wouldn't enjoy laying on her back too much, being pregnant and all. Pulling the bedsheets up over her and what not so that she would be comfortable he stood there a moment then made his way to the desk, gotted a quick note that if she needed him, she'd know how to get him, scribing a rune to the paper before folding it over and setting it on the table beside the bed. Another look to her, taking a second to brush her hair from her eyes before he turned and left the room so she could get her rest.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:06 pm
Arthur grunted a little bit as he continued to apply pressure down onto his own katana that was now being used to defend Malik, the ringing noise fell on deaf ears as Arthur kept on pushing, hoping he could subdue the drow and get his family's sword back. "Even though they may have a short life span and they may be lesser beings these humans were kind enough to take me in when I had no parents, so my human name will stay for quite a long time Malik." No matter what anyone said to Arthur he would always keep his human name, it meant too much to him to just give it up like that. But back to the fight, Arthur kept on pushing downwards but it was no use, Malik easily shoved him backwards and then went on the offensive; it was nothing fancy but the man kept Arthur on his toes as he used Ebony to block the swings Malik gave him. Though Arthur listened to Malik as he spoke, yes he did have a lack of knowledge that all drow and surface elves have but he was at least was taught enough to learn the basic skills in the fire element, which he used on more than just a simple occasion.
With each swipe that he blocked Arthur kept on stepping back, if he let Malik too close the man could use from of his own magic and really hurt him like he did the last time they fought. Though he kept on listening, and when he saw an opening it strike he took it as well but it quickly lead him back to defending since he couldn't get a good swing going to keep Malik on the defensive himself. "Fine then you want anger..." He muttered and quickly blocked the katana and pressed the blade against the ground, his eye lowered into a hard glare as a small glint could be seen shining from it. "I'll give you anger Malik." And with a loud yell Arthur swung his body clock wise, using the motion to give more force behind the blade as he swung Ebony at Malik sideways like he was going to decapitate his upper body from it’s lower.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:22 pm
The clash of metal on metal rang loud, malik bracing his hand on the blade, and holding the hilt, catching Ebony's attack and holding it at a tense standstill.
"good, good. See the force of anger and aggression? or hatred? but you must not only learn to let the passions flow, but temper them."
His hand darted out, grabbing Arthur's collar and jerking him forward and spinning around, switching sided and tossing arthur off balance in the momentum. putting the katana up near his head and balancing horizontal before thrusting it forward hard and fast, aiming for the shoulder of his opponent's sword arm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:44 pm
Arthur growled just a little bit as Malik was able to catch his attack and kept them both at some sort of standstill just so Arthur could listen to Malik's words. Of course Arthur understood what the drow meant by keeping his own emotions and his anger in check while fighting but he just wanted to get his damn katana out of the man's hands, no one should be allowed to touch it unless he said so. Though while he was distracted Malik grabbed the younger elf by the collar and jerked him forward, throwing him off balance at the drow made them switch sides; when Arthur started to turn around he saw Malik coming at him with the blade pointed to his arm, hoping he be able to disable Arthur in this fight; but quickly Arthur moved his feet to make the blade miss him but it was able to leave a light wound on his arm, which made Arthur hiss a tiny bit at the pain; though he kept his concentration on Malik, the drow had placed a lot momentum into the trust and that made his body keep on moving forward leaving an opening. So taking this chance Arthur quickly lifted Ebony and swung it on an angle so the blade would hit Malik's own sword arm when it connected.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:52 pm
Arthur's move was quick and expected, after all one didn't want that hurt, and malik braced his back agasint the railing nad brought the sword back, clanging against steel to steel but bowing Malik's back on it.
"Better."
Forcing Arthur back.
"A blade is not the only part of a sword."
sliding to the side, scrapping steel on mithril and clocking him one with the hilt.
"Agression, Arthur. you need to be more aggressive. you're allowing me to have too much control, I'm doing all the attacking, your just on defense. in that case I can force you into situations that give me an advantage."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:06 pm
Arthur was getting more angry now, everytime it seemed he had an opening Malik always blocked it; and with each block he had to explain something as if Arthur just started to learn on how to fight with a sword for the first time. Though a small 'oof' was heard as he was hit with the hilt of his own sword "I know that damn it and also everytime I try and be more aggressive..." He grunted and he swung his sword and the noise of the blades knocking against each other could be heard in his ears. "You easily block me, besides..." another pause as he tried for an opening but was blocked again so he took another swing, this time applying more force into it. "Sometimes it's best not to be too aggressive since you might get caught up in the moment..." The clang of mythril and steel was heard and Arthur grunted a little more as he started at Malik with rage in his eye. He placed them at a standstill, their blades locked together as they both were pushing hard to force the other back. "And screw up, its best to sometimes be on the defensive and look for an opening in your enemy as they advance on you." And with a small yell Arthur pushed forward with what strength he had, as he did he lifted the swords into the air and when they were high enough he ducked down and forced the hilt of Ebony hard into Malik's stomach. Quickly Arthur pulled back and stood up, gripping ebony in both hands he charged the blue skin drow again, this time going for a more fatal strike.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:14 pm
"For a human. but we're elves. waiting and wating for openings won't work. you have to make them."
But and oomf, being hit in the gut and backed in a stagger, Arthur being aggressive and coming for him. hatred burned in him and Malik gave a small grin, before positioning himself and letting Arthur get the advantage and rather then taking a potentially fatal hit, instead allowed the Katana to get knocked off balance and onto the floor lets it expose him more. Of course it woudln't look that obvious, but hey, let Arthur have a little victory...which got stopped by a fist in the chest hard enough to knock the air out of him too.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:24 pm
"But there will be times where you have to have patience, which we are good at." Arthur lightly grinned, hearing that oomf coming from Malik sounded great for a change. Though he had to concentrate, he had to give Malik a good blow with his own sword or the drow would be able to strike back and maybe even win their bout that they had going on. Though he smirked as the katana was easily knocked out of Malik's hands, at least now Arthur had a better change of hitting him. But then he forgot ho close he was and realized that Malik could still hit him, which was shown when he was hit by Malik in the chest with a fist; the sound of air rushing out of his lungs could be heard as his body jerked back a little bit. God did that drow hit like a bull, and the sound of Ebony falling to the ground could be heard as Arthur gripped his chest and he dropped down onto one knee. "God...damn it..." he whispered as he knelt there trying to catch his breath.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:29 pm
Malik got himself up, picking Ebony up and using it to lift Arthur's head up.
"You did well. held your ground. But you can't get too cocky. even a dying elf can strike. just like a snake head can still bite even without it's body."
And walking over and picking up the katana, and handing it over hilt first.
"And you might think about replacing that blade. Steel is good for orc and human, but it won't do dents to mithril, and a mithril blade will shatter a steel one if proper force is applied. and I don't mean get rid of the sword, simply have the blade taken out and replaced."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:45 pm
Arthur coughed a little bit, god that punch was going to leave a nice bruise on his chest one the pain goes away. Though his eye was diverted from his chest as Malik used Ebony to make the younger elf look right at him. Though Arthur was a bit surprised to hear Malik compliment him instead of insulting him like the drow usually does, and he slowly stood up after he took his katana back from Malik when the drow presented it to him hilt first. He gave a light nod to the drow words and carefully looked over the blade for a moment. "Well thanks for the advice, you got a good smith around here that can do that for me then? because I can get it done now so that be out of my way." A Mythril blade instead of a steel one huh? Arthur grinned a little bit, of course having a Mythril blade would be cool but he would also keep the steel one for personal reasons, he would not want to have every bit of his human family taken away from him when he needed to change so he'll keep what he can keep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:55 pm
"In fact I have two metal smiths down below. Broog is a jeweler and collar maker by trade, but an excellent etcher. and of course Tremor, who is a cyclops, is a master metal working in the area of blades and such things. you can visit them adn get yourself a proper blade. adn then the real training begins. I'm going to make you think what we just had was nothing at all. that this pain was as light as being hit with a pillow."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:08 pm
Arthur gave a light bow to Malik in thanks for giving him the information. "Thank you Malik for telling me of Tremor, I'll go there right away to get my new blade. Though Im not surprised that this little fight we had was nothing compared to what you have for me latter on, fighting with you will be a real test that's for sure." So with that little thing over with he headed off to find Tremor so he could get a new blade for himself. When he finally found the smiths room he lightly knocked on the door and waited until he saw a cyclops open the door. Arthur explained to Tremor what he was there for and the cyclops welcomed him inside; but before he could let Tremor get to work Arthur told the smith to just remove the steel blade and do nothing with it since he wanted to keep it. With a light nod Tremor took Arthur's katana and went on over to his work area and began the replacement of the steel blade. With a light smile Arthur left knowing his katana was in good hands and that the cyclops wont do anything to damage the steel blade that the elf wanted to keep. But after that little battle at Arthur and Malik had the young elf was a bit tired a needed to rest so he headed to his room, when he got to it he quickly cleaned himself up and cleaned the light wound he got from Malik during the battle. After that he got into his bed and went into revere for a bit, hoping his memories will give him what he needed.
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