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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:24 pm
"You just want to watch me get taken down by you." She flipped her blade once in her hand and for a second went about thinking. But then come at him she did, deciding to simply give it her all and be damned if he had the ability to block everything or knock her down, or make her look the fool. Point was that she was giving a go at it. Started with the same sequence of moves he had been teaching her just to make herself fall into steps and motions before she took those prepared actions and mixed them up to her own liking, having a go with it all. And this time she wasn't letting herself step back either, rather holding her ground perhaps sliding a little from sheer strength difference in pushing when blades crossed in blocks. But the flee response had taken to fleeing itself. Oddly enough...she was enjoying this sword play a bit...probably the adrenaline.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:26 pm
Bode clapped her hands. "Oh, yay! Do I get to pic out the colors too? Red and black for moonstone! Green and white for Brother Onyx! And maybe teeth too? The big fangy ones?" She talked up a constant stream as they walked off, her little voice ringing out long after they had left.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:48 pm
He ws able to hodl her back, and the loud clanging of steel was easy to hear. while in teh midst of fighting, he'd alter stances, tell her how they affected the style of swordplay. he didn't stop her form assaulting him during th elessons though if she felt she had a better way to handle it. she learned fast, hell it might only take this day to get her to a point of being able to hold her own, now that she was actually putting forth a real effort and applying the knowledge she knew from dagger and whip play to swordplay.
"Anything you want, Bode dear. you make those necklaces and pretty as you please."
He handed her a bag of beads and teeth and sinew string, while he got some stones, working on carving the symbols for the two Vah, as they called themselves.
Onyx glanced at Moonstone, shrugging lightly.
"your impressions?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:08 pm
Of course when it came to swordplay, she lacked Malik's stamina in it. And pretty soon she was backing off from him, breathing a bit up. Took a lot out of her since she wasn't conditioned for it really, plus one had to account chainmail in and well she was never friends with it anyway. "Okay...Piper is done playing...or she needs a break..." She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face. Well that was a good way to burn energy that was for sure. Okay, she'd admit it...Malik was a good teacher when it came to this. A tug at her collar with the hand that had been in her hair and she took in a breath, letting it out slowly. Swordply...intersting indeed.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:37 pm
Malik smiled lightly, and sank his blade into the dirt, runnign a hand through his hair lightly.
"And your father thought I coudln't teach you anything about swordplay. figured you'd be too stubborn to learn."
He gestured to a tub of cold water, walking over and dunking his head in, thorwing hair back on teh way up and smilign lightly.
"That feels great after a workout. you shoudl try it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:46 pm
She followed example with her own sword, and followed him over to where he gestured, flexing her fingers out...holding a sword was different from holding a bow and an arrow as well and he hands weren't too comfortable with the new methods of grip and movement. "You two have different teaching techniques. You go about steps, he would rather you jump in first and them step you." Though a raised eyebrow at him and shook her head then dipped her hands into the cold water and bringing her hand to rub over her face and neck...no she wasn't dunking her head in cold water... "I think I'll pass on that method." Piper let her head loll back a moment, staring at the ceiling. "Well...wasn't this interesting...you're still not going to like me later. I'll be whiny and complaining...and who knows what else."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:56 pm
"Keiran's method is effective when someone has a basic grasp on what's going on, as you should have had with a whip and scimitar. But for a good old fashion blade, your new to it. steps are easier to get you into the feel of things. And, using steps puts you on relatively even footign to me. if I were to just go at with you, there's no chance you can win. I'm far mroe experienced. leads you to becoming fruistrated, irated, and then you won't even bother to try. and tht means when a real situation occurs, you won't be prepared for it."
A smile at her, and putting his hadn on her shoulder.
"I don't about it. but for right now lets relax and enjoy some quiet time. nto to mention I'll expect your father down her in about five minutes or so if he's not watching already to check on you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:07 pm
"He calls it learning from your mistakes by making your mistakes before anything else. Nice concept for it but doesn't do well for everything. But nine out of ten times it works just fine. He's more about you realizing on your own than him pointing it out." Whoa boy did she know that one well..learning with father had been quite fun and interesting to say the least. And Piper looked to him now instead of the ceiling. "You make it sound like he fears you'll run me through with a blade. He trusts you on quite a level Malik...find you fascinating really. Sometimes I think I have to remind him that you're my obsession, not his."
"That's not true. I don't play with my obsessions, merely take highly detailed notes and drawings." Speak of the devil. "And I'm not checking on you per say...I just wanted to see if he was as good as he said he was." And a look to Malik. "Indeed...you can get the stubborn side of her to back down and get some lessons into that thick skull of hers." He was standing just in the doorway, not really keen on invading their privacy, just scoping out how Malik managed with his daughter. Very few had the patience to tame Piper Silverfeather.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:44 pm
"Just got to know how to handle her soemtimes. So what did you think of your daughter's first attempts at good old fashioned swordplay?"
He walked over, picking up both blades out of the dirt, sheathing Ebony and tossign the scimitar to Keiran. He was a bit interested in the moon elf's take on things..hell even had half a mind ot have a friendly sapr with him to see how good her father was in comparision
"and I guess you have a thousand more questions bubbling in your head, Keiran? care to ask any, and I'll share."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:53 pm
Kieran gave one of those approving nods of his, one hand flicking up to easily grab the blade that was tossed his way by the hilt, the little plane crest charm making a little clink noise as it swung up against the blade itself a second. " You'd be amazed by what one can do when they're trying to make an impression on you." He knew Piper had a particular way she liked to be viewed in Malik's eyes. No fear, no proclaimed girlish weakness...it was just her being her really...with less breakdowns. But that was a good thing for her now wasn't it?"
"You had to ask him that didn't you?" She shook her head, running a hand through her hair again, tugged at her damned bandana. Figured that at a time when she would love nothing more than to take the thing off, Kieran had decided he wanted to play nice nice with the other children.
He just gave a soft chuckle. "Not really a thousand...that's far too many for one day. And they've gone more general in their ways more concerning you and my daughter as opposed to you being a drow. Though of course those questions are fun to." But he liked personal questions. "You two come from different societies...how were you planning on doing this wedding...that is to say if you're dong one?" Hell, half the elves he knew that were 'married' weren't ceremoniously so. They simply engaged in communion that first time. That went for him and Fianna as well.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:10 pm
Malikw as tempted to take it off for her, as it bothered her so much. but a more thoughtful look at Keiran
"We hadn't really decided yet. for the Tier'dal..they have ceremonies similar to the human type. Though far less...pleasent. msotly standing before a cleric and saying you'll honor and respect eachother and promise not to kill one another unless God or Guild demand it. And piper I don't think told me much about any ceremony other than your communions. So we're really rather undecided there at present."
A moment of thought, looking at Keiran.
"What woudl you suggest? Is there some ceremony you know of that you'd like to participate in for your daughter's wedding?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:21 pm
"Ah yes, the old drow truce to not knock each other off unless it's a command from a really high up. Same thought seems to span across all forms of drow. Though I have to say...you're the first I've heard of that isn't quite traditional in his ways." He was still marveling over that...who to think that his daughter who hated to be a bridge was being something far greater. She had taught a drow to actually not see everything in such a dark light. And he shrugged slightly. "It's not really my place to participate. It's for the lovers only to play and everyone else just to watch. Being who I am in person, not in rank, I would go with a 'wedding on the go' basically, elven communion a sharing of spirit and soul through bond. Any true ceremony to is is basic vow to each other, an affirmation of total bond...and then well a party. For supposedly being royal I was never much for ceremonies...in fact I quite loathe them to a point and being me, I have to attend..."
"Father...babbling...jsut the tiny bit there." She smiled at him as he got that look of realization and he laughed, nodded and apologized to them. Piper shook her head, hand dropping from her bandana. Then a melodic laugh and a look to Malik. "He may look all fancy...but he doesn't act all fancy half the time." One of the things she loved about her father, for being so royal he was royally not so much in reality. After all...it wasn't often elven kings camped in the cliffs of the Requias Peninsula to simply watch a few drow go about doing their own thing. That was akin to self assassination really.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:07 pm
"Traditional Drow thinking got my father butchered. and got his thirteen harem women and thier families down to just me butchered. Pride, Arrogance..brought him to an early grave. and trying to instill ahte and fear got me kiled a few times as well. the traditional way brought nothign but death."
A small grin.
"Adn with Piper..and her tainting me with surface ways..I haven't died yet. So I guess it works out better."
Before a thoughtful look.
"A private thing, this communion. not something it seems you do with many around. though the party idea sounds interesting."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:19 pm
Well that made prefect sense in it's own right. "Well...the communion itself it often a private thing...seeing as it's a rather intimate little sharing. It's not easy to do either. The ceremony just for show to close friends and family and the party...well everyone likes a party now don't they?" For some reason he got the feeling that drow weren't too well versed in the elven communion. Then again that would make sense...no drow would trust another to open up to them like that, or to open themselves in the same manner, without being stabbed in the back for it. Natural drow distrust of one another probably prevented it...pity.
"Do you have to say taint...that sounds so negative." A light shrug. "Though then again I have been your conscience on more than on occasion, now haven't I?" She shook her head and wrapped her arms around one of Malik's leaning against him in the little affectionate gesture that she did sometimes. And a look to her father...he had that thinking look about him a moment before it left him.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:16 am
Tarathiel stood at the bow of his ship, staring at the tother pirate across the short burst between the two ships. "So, you dare enter my waters without my permission and thought you could get away with raiding one of my ships?"
"You an't King Dimitri."
"And D'Mitri is not king."
"You speak nothin but lies, ye black scurvy dog."
"A dog I might be, but scurvy I do not have." Tarathiel smiled, "And look, I own your ship now too." Tarathiel pointed behind the other captain to where Sstrl and Warhammer stood, surronded by dead bodies. "Would you like to challenge me for my ship then, Captain of the Dead?"
"Arrgh, You wrech. Tis be the day of your death, black skinned rat, for you've never meet the likings of a better swordsman than me. Your ship is mine, Yarrr." The other captian drew out his sword, and Tarathiel waved his hand to indicate to his crew he wanted to fight this sorry swashbuckler.
"Do pray to whatever god you wish, sir. Your time might be shorter than you think." The drow smiled, his wicked grin stole the colour from his opponents face. "Or is it you are realizing that should you strike me down, my Warhammer will crush you?"
"Argh, you are not but words, and foul as a scury wench."
"My words are as foul and twisted as an old women you say? Indeed, I have not meet the likes of a swordsman like you..." The drow laughed.
Feeling the heat of the tight spot he was in, the captain retorted. "Me cutlass will sunder you." Tarathiel merely smiled, and hoped onto the other ship, as his vessel drew near.
The pirates dualled for a brief moment, long enough for the challanging captain to think about his life, the women who have broken his heart, the cheating scumbags that would never feel his steal, the children he should have had, or never bothered to find...
The captain was not a novice at swashbuckling, not in the least. His sword swung with the necessary strength and speed required to make short work of any merchant or soldier who would dare oppose him, but unfortunately, he was fighting a drow warrior.
How long do the elvish races live for, for non can recall ever watching one waste away from the passage of time. How long did Tarathiel spend learning to stay alive in a city full of enemies, where your own brother was as likely to stab you as your most hated enemy, or where your mother would more than likely sacrifice you to appease her dark goddess... When was there time to know peace of mind, when was there time not to be ready to fight for your imidiate survival? Never. Each moment alive was a moment spent trying to stay alive, leaving that city only afforded Tarathiel some rest, as he no longer had to look upon his learing siblings, or his devote mother...
Tarathiel blocked the other captain's first thrust with a simple side parry with his off hand, the hilt of the scimitar caught the edge of the cutlass, and pushed it out wide. The other scimitar used the great opening to speed past all of the captain's defenses, and found itself imbeded in is chest, stealing every ounce of strength from the man.
One attack from each side, and the pirate captain was dead. The lifeless hand dropped the cutless to the ground, and the last gasp of air fleed the man's chest, as blood pooled in his left lung, pierced by the scimitar that also claimed the captain's heart.
"Now, what should we do with our new resource... Slow, heavy and completely undermaned..." The drow laughed. In the language of the common folk, Tarathiel had writtn, A gift from Malik, upon the sails.
The ship was towed towards Deep water, and left astray pointed at the dock, with the haul covered in some of the dead crew's drink. The ship floated, with some assistance, towards one of the docked military ships. The collision was felt by the stationed crew, who gazed at the bandoned ship with some inquisition. That inquisition became terror when the ship ignited, causing fire to both vessels. Most of the stationedd crew was able to get off the military ship befor it sank along with the pirate vessel, many of whom noticed the written words on the sails before the fire claimed them.
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