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 Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 4:21 am
Flamgra smiled and followed Matron Lariexith through the opening into her sanctuary. How sanctful is this sanctuary? Flamgra thought to himself laughing on the inside.After all,he did hear that the matron had a daughter. Once inside he turned back to Matron Lariexith and flashed a wicked grin.
"What happens from here?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:10 am
"Nope, that is all. You may go out and fulfill those duties," she said as she walked over to the door, triggered an engraving on the wall and the whole wall swung out back into the Throne Room.
Taking Keeshe from her shoulder she then handed the little spider off to Flamgra, "Don't forget your little friend," she said with a smile.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:14 am
Flamgra left with a wicked smile across his face, watching the door to her sanctuary slam shut behind them. Keeshe looked quite happy,almost all curled up in Lariexiths hand. Flamgra extended his arm to her and Keeshe eagerly sprang up and ran up the length of his arm,perching herself on his shoulder.
"I will go and begin preparing for the soldiers,shall we begin tomorrow? I still wish to familiarize myself with the room." He said with a grin, picking his robe up off the floor by the throne and turning back to matron Lariexith. In his usual fashion he bowed and placed his right arm across his chest. Taking his leave and heading towards the melee quarters.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:16 am
Lariexith watched him exit the throne with a smug smile on her face before turning about and heading back into her room. The huge wall with the throne connected on the outside closed shut.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:46 am
Flamgra found the closest guard he could and gave him a piece of paper with instructions for the dunmer on it. Telling them to take care of this guard and send horses to Mt.Nevermind, telling them by order of Flamgra lil Faern to begin work on one thousand sets of welding goggles. The guard nodded and bowed,making way for the house gates, excited as if he just won a dream vacation.
"Do not forget,wait until it is dark at the mouth of the cave,or you will regret it." Flamgra called to the hurrying guard.
Flamgra made his way through the corridors of the house,eventually making it to the melee wing. Not many people were out and about, it must be late, being at that dinner party Flamgra lost all sense of time. The training room was large, wooden dummies sit in the corner and a variety of training weapons lined the walls. Throwing the robe in the corner and quickly forgetting all about it,he pulled one of the training dummies from the corner and readied his two long swords. Circling the target once or twice, examining it carefully.
Flamgra began striking the dummy with one blade after the other, as one blade came down at a vertical angle, Flamgra spun and with the opposite blade he made a horizontal slash across the chest. Every move had a quick spin and deadly blow from the other sword. Unlike Draa Velve where the second weapon is used as a defensive one as well, flourantine focuses on dodging while striking. Instead of blocking a blow, spin out of the way and slash at him in an elegant dance like manner. Flamgra continued his strikes, every blow lead to a spin or a twirl of the blade for the second strike. Keeshe was snuggled up in his dress robe at the time, sleeping away while Flamgra trained.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:09 am
((woohoo stole post 200))
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:44 pm
Briza departed from the Arcane Wing after leaving M to his project. She had spent the whole afternoon with the Archmage merely having small talk and enjoying one another's company. But she left when she caught news that her mother was back home. Convincing M that she needed to go back to her duties.
As she left the compound she confided a small grin. She really didn't have any duties except to study or answer her Mother's call whenever she needed her to do something. But Briza needed to take the break from M. She didn't want to hold him up in his project and she didn't want her Mother knowing how long she actually spent with the Archmage. Though knowing how Lariexith has eyes everywhere, she'd probably already know.
Shrugging off the paranoia she decided to head over to the Melee Quarter to the Forge and Stock Room to see if the miners had brought any new and unique metals. Surprisingly enough, the Priestess was more interested in weapon crafting and handling then sorcery. But knowing her mother looked down on that profession, her chances of ever becoming Head Assassin or Weapons Master were slim to none.
As Briza passed by the Sparring Room on her way to the Forge, she heard metal on metal contact and turned back to peer into the room. There she saw Flamgra practicing his technique with two swords and a dummy. The already battered dummy looking like it was on its last legs as the male continuously threw deadly swipes and slashes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:06 pm
Flamgra eyed up the already worn out dummy, thinking that maybe it was time to give his secret technique another try. He had not had a chance to perfect it,every one he ever attempted to use it on was dead before he could finish. A target who could not die would be perfect to master this technique.
Flamgra tossed his two long swords into the air, quickly pulling out two of his daggers and throwing them into the wooden torso. They stuck in about three inches, more than enough to kill a living target. Grabbing his two long swords as they came down, doing a scissor swing; implanting the swords in what would be the upper arms of the victim. Without missing a beat he drew a third knife,ducking and spinning low than high. Plunging the blade into the side of the dummies neck. He grabbed the two long swords by the hilt, placing his foot in the center of the dummies chest, pushing off and forcing his blades free. Preforming a back flip with the momentum he gained and spinning as he land, the sword in his right hand removing the dummies head.
"The wrath of Lolth" Flamgra said catching his breath and standing slowly, that technique took a lot of focus and energy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:42 pm
"Is that what you call it?" Briza asked timidly as she made her way into the room. The low glow at first touched her bare feet and then ran up to meet her bare legs. Around her waist was a silky silver change purse and belt hanging low over her gray, bikini-like bottom. Next her bare stomach was revealed and barely covering her chest area was a silver, lacy wrap around her shoulders hanging like a short poncho. Sweeping behind her was a long flap of silky silver material hanging onto her waist. Her long, ivory white hair hanging just as long almost touching the floor.
Her face looked older then the Matron's but barely bore a similar appearance. The eyes and cheek bones were the same but that was about it. She stood taller and held a more mature body almost made for an older woman. While Lariexith was short and overly developed. Briza was tall and thin. A natural grace carried with her that felt very similar to magic itself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:55 pm
Flamgra turned around and noticed the tall thin drow standing before him. He was startled someone had snuck up on him,perhaps his mind was too focused on the technique. That could prove to be a real problem on the battle field. Her grace was outmatched by her beauty,but it was a close call,it took a few moment before Flamgra spoke.
"Yes,I have spent several years perfecting that technique, where are my manners? I am Flamgra lil Faern, the new weapons master of house Tor'Afin. May I ask your name,and are you a resident here,or just a visitor?" Sheathing his two long swords on his back, taking a slight bow,his right arm across his chest. He was in the presence of a woman so respect was due,a very beautiful woman at that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:01 pm
Slowly bating her long dark eye lashes, Briza gave him a small smile from her rounded, dark lips. She gazed at him softly for a long minute. Her eyes scanning over his physique.
"So you're the new Weapons Master. I heard the soldiers speak of you while you and my Mother was out," she then gave way a dark smile at this statement, "I am Briza, daughter of Matron Lariexith and Priestess of Qu'ellar Tor'afin."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:12 pm
Flamgra straightened his posture and looked her over cautiously, the look in his eyes gave away a sort of OH,expression. He found her to be incredibly beautiful,but he could not act upon such thoughts, she was the matrons daughter. To do anything with her was sure to be punishable by lashings or even death. Flamgra did not want to seem rude, but he would keep his thoughts to himself.
"So you are the matrons daughter,it is truly a pleasure to meet you" Flamgra bowed again and regained his posture. Her outfit was rather revealing, like mother like daughter, Flamgra chuckled lightly to himself.
"So what brings you to the melee quarters so late at night?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:44 pm
Briza shuffled uncomfortably. She didn't exactly want her Mother to know she had been in the Melee Quarter at this time of night or at all for that matter. She then looked behind her and then returned her gaze to Flamgra, "To be honest, I shouldn't be here. I was on my way to the Forge room to see if the miners had gotten any unique metals. But then... I heard you practicing and my attention was reverted."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:52 pm
Flamgra smiled and pulled one of his daggers free from the dummy, carrying it hilt first and walking towards Briza. Calm and un-threatening as he slowly approached her,a small smile drawn across his face.
"Don't look so nervous,I'm not going to cook and eat you,I won't tell your mom you were here. So you have a fascination with blades hmm? Have you any experience?" Flamgra said,extending the dagger hilt first. Holding it so that most of the hilt was exposed and she could get a proper grip on it. He had a sincere smile,well as sincere as a drow male can be.
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