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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 7:15 pm
.:. Thoughts on Advice from a barbarian .:. "Kadryn wanted to throw me into tracking dragons right away! I don't know anything about it! She's like 'I'll go and throw you out in the wild.'. Who does that?!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:01 am
.:. Thoughts on Just passing through .:. "I met Xen and honestly she's sort of scary.. I think she got into trouble with the law or something? She needed clothes and she's really serious. I don't know if I trust her too well. I mean she did say we would both be in trouble at one point, so maybe she's a bad person?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 10:17 am
.:. Thoughts on Two Birds and One Stone .:. "Honestly, at first, I was terrified because it looked like it was going to rain for days and I know flooding isn't good. Then I met someone named Malik. He... He's very.. big and intimidating. While I was talking to him, dragons attacked and he raced off to go fight them! I followed, and boy oh boy... Did I regret it when I saw the first dragon! However, though... It ended up good. I grabbed two dragon souls! I also... he said he'd teach me some things in lessons. I might ask if I can go to a weapon smith and figure out what kind of weapon I want to use. There's so much to do and learn, and.. I'm still scared, but I have to get over it!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 1:44 pm
.:. Solo RP: Stepping Stone .:. Whan was too excited to sleep! It was early, early morning in the city and the hustle and bustle of it was only just beginning. Still, one Orderite boy found himself trying to wake up his parents without being obvious about it. They were going to send him to the weapon smith to pick a weapon. He'd told them about the dragons, about Malik, how he was going to help Whan become the Battler he wanted to be. He told them, in order to do that, he needed his own weapon.
Naturally the boy didn't know what he wanted in a weapon yet. He was thinking maybe a couple of daggers. Then again, maybe some kind of amazing battleaxe! Did they make them for children his size? Probably not, but he wanted one anyway. He was stronger than he looked!
Letting his wings ruffle and twitch as he moved around the kitchen, making his own breakfast like he learned how to do from his mom so she could get at least a couple more house of sleep, Whan deliberately put pots and pans down a little too hard. Maybe, just maybe, his dad would wake up up and just give him what currency he needed to buy himself something really nice.
“Maybe I should have asked how I know what to buy,” he whispered to himself, lighting the flame to heat up a pan. His wings twitched as he climbed on a step stool to see over the edge of the pan and threw his breakfast in it. Just a typical breakfast, nothing fancy, but very, very filling.
So far his plan wasn't working. He sighed hard at that and just grumbled under his breath.
It was still several hours before his dad padded out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen for something to drink. Whan's food had been consumed and the dishes and clean up already done. He was taught really well not to leave a mess after you cook. It makes it difficult to wash later on if you just let it sit, after all.
“Dad, you sai--”
“I know what today is, Whan,” he said with a hard sigh. He just wanted to wake up enough for a cohesive conversation with his son about weapons. No, he wasn't a battler, but was going to do his best to make sure Whan knew the path he chose was and how dangerous it was, honestly. He was just hoping his son would have picked something other than a battler. He sighed slowly as he sipped at his water and watched his son bounce around and practically vibrate.
“Dad! Daylight is wasting away!” Whan whined hard, frowning and shaking his head. He moved over to take hold of his dad's arm, hugging it to his jest, tugging. “Come with me! Come on, help me!”
“I hope you know,” Iseul started, “that this is a very serious thing you picked. A very serious path. Being a Battler means you could die out there. You'll get hurt, scared… Scared, probably.. attacked. You.. need to pick something that will end up doing a good job protecting you and that's something your size. It's not going to be easy. I've lost several friends over the years to the Battler path and...” Iseul paused and swallowed hard. “I don't want to lose you.”
The pale boy had stopped his bustling once he heard his father's serious tone. He listened, took this completely seriously and then his wings drooped.
Yes, he knew he'd be fighting but… Now he wasn't quite as excited.
“I'll be okay,” he murmured, swallowed hard, and then offered up a smile. “You'll see me all the time. I'll come home a lot! You know, when I finally am big enough to leave...” He hugged his dad's waist now, mashing his face into his side and just huffed slowly, wings half curling around both of them. “I'll be okay! You'll see.”
Iseul just gave him a serious look and nodded. After moving away, he wandered to the cabinet where he kept his wallet and handed it to Whan. “Don't spend too much, but get something good. You'll have to do this on your own.”
With a quick kiss, Whan was out the door before his dad could change his mind. Word Count: 719
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 2:27 pm
.:. Solo RP: A Little Brighter .:. Getting to the weapon smiths was easy. Whan actually stood outside of it to look at the new weapons that weren't custom orders that he did. Just looking at them, knowing today was the day he was finally buying one of his own… His little heart fluttered and he shifted a little more, wings twitching again before laughing to himself. They were shiny, well polished, in an array of different colors.
“How am I going to chose?” he asked himself. He really, really should have asked Malik. A hand gripped at his hair that was done in his long ponytail and fiddled with it, the little bands that held it together.
Maybe he'd just know. Like a feeling. Working his jaw a little, he stepped into the heated place and took a breath of the coals and fires and oils. He heard the hammering of heated metals, watched the sparks fly and just giggled again. He wasn't going back to the forges, oh, no. He was out front looking at the finished pieces and just let his eyes look over every single one.
“What do you think you're doing in here?” A big, booming voice asked.
Whan yelped hard and turned on his heels to stare up, and up at the tall, lumbering weapon smith. He was all hard muscle and grisly looking features. Why was every weapon smith so intimidating like this? Whan mentally whined while offering up a little grunt and a shrug. “I'm going to buy a weapon. I'm finally going to start training to be a battler. ...Do you have any ...tips on how to pick something?”
The weapon smith just snorted a little more and he eyed the little kid.
“You're parents are really letting you pick a real weapon?”
“Yes! I've got someone training me. I'm going to be a battler!” He puffed up like an angry bird and just glared even harder at the other.
The way the boy stood up to him impressed him, honestly. He sized the boy up and then pointed in the direction of some small to medium sized weapons. With that, he walked away again, back to the back to get started on something else.
Whan looked the direction pointed and moved closer, tilting his head this way and that before sighing and looking things over. There were daggers, short swords, slender swords.
His dark eyes caught sight of a battleaxe that seemed to shine a little differently than the rest of them. Slowly he reached out with his fingers and a little smile on his lips. The moment he touched the blade leather wrapped hilt of the battleaxe, he felt something pool under his skin, making him shiver and stare in awe.
A whisper hit his mind as he continued to touch the axe and slowly he pulled it down and felt the weight. It was heavy, almost unbelievably so, but he could actually hold it. This was it. This was his.
“Mister! I found it!” Whan laughed and turned to the weapon smith who was once more coming back from the forges, even more soot covering him. “This is it. This is mine.”
“You're sure?” The gruff voice asked, looking the boy over. The axe seemed a bit too big for him. But there was an undeniable look in his eyes. “Okay. Come with me.”
And he bought his axe for a hefty sum. The world seemed less scary like this. Word Count: 575
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:21 am
.:. Thoughts on An axe to grind .:. "I finally get my axe and I have to practice with a sword?! Malik that makes no sense. I don't think I'm going to like practicing and building muscle strength if I can't use my axe. Still.. I suppose it does make sense? Malik knows what he's talking about. Well, it shouldn't be as bad as I think it is."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 8:57 pm
.:. Solo RP: Elder Meeting .:.
Whan didn't really care about the way he looked like some did. It didn't mean he showed up to the gates of the Citadel of Order like a slob. Oh, no. He was clean, but he didn't look fancy. He wasn't well off enough to have a nice outfit made for this occasion, but he had polished his boots as best as he could. His hair was tied back into a thick braid instead of a ponytail with several bands in it, holding it together so it didn't come undone as he practiced.
The souls were tucked into his jacket pocket, his small fingers stroking them. He'd left his beloved battleaxe with his parents, who were waiting away from the gates, making encouraging gestures and whispers. Whan wasn't so sure this was a good idea.
He'd never met anyone of importance in his existence. Why did he have to meat her? Ugh. His heart pounded as he slowly reached out to put a hand on the gate. As he pushed it open, Whan's chest felt like it was going to explode and he just prayed the ground would eat him up then and there.
He made it all the way up and in, basically looking at his feet until someone guided him to Lady Aevah Avi's chamber door and there he stood. He had to build up the courage yet again. He wasn't ready for this! Ugh, why couldn't he have been a thatcher like his father? Would he still have to go through this whole process? What if she ended up hating him and casting him out without accepting the souls? Come to think of it, did that even happen? These questions flooded his mind and he felt like he was drowning. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breath and his wings came around to his front, hiding him without him even realizing it.
Maybe he could just…
“Whan?”
A voice startled him out of his own head and thoughts and his wings snapped back as his head looked up and she stood before him. She seemed to glow right before him and in that moment he thought she was more beautiful than his mother.
Then immediately regretted that thought, as it was really bad and he felt like he was betraying his mother, the woman who loved him and gave birth to him.
“Yes?” He managed to squeak out, finally averting his eyes enough so he was no longer staring at her. “I'm Whan...”
She held out a hand and beckoned him forward, even deeper into the chamber. As he walked forward with hesitant steps, the doors shut behind him. Well that wasn't ominous or anything, was it? He pulled his wings firmly against his back as she spoke next.
“I've been told you've a present of sorts for me. Is that true?”
Whan's fingers tightened over one of the dragon souls and he nodded. “Yes! I… Mn..” He hesitated and moved forward again as he pulled out the dragon souls and cupped them in both hands. The way he walked up to her was hesitant, like he couldn't believe anything that was happening. “These...”
She looked over his souls and smiled wide before nodding and reached out to take the orbs from him. “A very lovely gift. You are well on your way to the rank of adept, young Whan. I'll be seeing you in the near future.”
Whan's eyes widened and he put his now empty hands to his chest before nodding and bowing low at his waist. He backed out that way, hitting his rump on the closed door. With a nervous laugh, he bowed yet again in an apology and just darted out like his bottom was on fire.
Better to leave now before he made a really big fool of himself. Word Count: 638
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 9:01 pm
.:. Thoughts on Lessons in Temperance .:. "As of this minute, I always meet the most interesting of people, don't I? Ugh. Not sure what to think on this one."
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 9:56 am
.:. Thoughts on Lessons in Temperance .:. "As of this minute, I always meet the most interesting of people, don't I? Ugh. Not sure what to think on this one."
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