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It's been weeks, he thought,doing is early morning run, that I've been on these damn Islands. It had been a major drain on him, suddenly being whisked away to a completely different realm overnight. Also, the rigorous training was draining him horribly, along with the absence of his own gods. He had grown fond of the Overseer's tennatns though, and was slowly, yet surely, subconciously converting.
The urge to kill was overwhelming though.
He was a child of bhaal, mortal prodigy to the lord of murder, and as such, there was a burning within him to kill, and that burn was an inferno of emotion and instinct at this moment. all he could hope for was to stay away from others in this time, keeping his infernal whisperings to himself.
then came thoughts of another matter. When he had left the Islands of the sword coast, he had left behind his home, and thse he knew. those he knew encompassed a broad spectrum of people obviously, but as well as that, he left his lover. he missed her, and dearly. Salara was the one thing keeping him sane back home, and he didn't know if he could make it here.
Still running along the shoreline he stopped thinking, as the thoughts drove the instinctual urges farther up into his throat, choking and suffocating him in a smothering blanket of pain.

((If I am not doing this leveling up system properly, just tell me, I will fix ))

Tim stopped and took deep breaths. With a grin on his face he continued to fight.

[Training Disarm 2/2]

Another morning, after another night of pain, Raking night terrors due to Drax's lineage. This has been the third this week.
A growing threat looms within his mind: he has to leave the training grounds. For the sake of the people of the order, if not for his own salvation. There is nothing left for me here.. he thought, covered in cold sweat, sitting in his tent, the sun barely coming up over the water yet. The people here would barely notice his absence, if at all.
Maybe a run would clear his head of these thoughts.
He pulled on his boots, trying not to think. he wasn't all that successful in ignoring his dreary thoughts, as most people are liken to. The brown leather slid easily up, the well worn boots conforming to him as if they had been made by a master cobbler, but he knew it was just how well worn they were. smiling at this, he buckled them tightly, anticipating the cool morning air on his skin.
Something was wrong though. he reached to belt on the ornate scabbards of his father's swords- when he felt the empty weight of just the belt and scabbards- his swords were gone.
Red flashed in his vision, and he could here his pulse, far louder than the waves of the ocean just meters away outside is tent, fashioned only from a couple of good branches and some tarp. He bolted straight up, flinging the flimsy structure aside in rage.
The sun just crested the edge of the visible horizon then, and a orange glow hung in the cool sea breeze, seeming to try to calm him.
There was not in all the realms that could hold him back at that point, the most valuable thing in his possession and the last remnant of his home, his father, his life, was missing.
still but half dressed, wearing only his boots and heavy brown canvas pants, he tore off down the beach, searching for something - no, someone - to vent his anger on.
((Okay, so I got counter and am working on disarm. also, how does this bare minimum number of skills thing work along with what we learned? ))

((If you're in a setting different from the Training Grounds, I think it'd be better if you posted in the official RP thread instead, just to avoid confusion.

And which day are you on? Are you doing catch-up? Cause the current RP time is set to around 3pm. o3o))

[[I had no idea where everyone was at, so I figured that I would simply post and see. No harm, I can easily just skip the next few hours events. I hadn't even thought of what I was gonna do next anyways :/]]

[[[ I just realised this is like a leveling up thread, whereas the actual RPing happens in the other one. SHAME ON ME. <( ;A; )> ]]]

Tim smirked and dusted off his hands. "What's next..."

[Learned Disarm]

The man pulled off his shirt and cape to reveal his hard well shaped body. A bead of sweat ran down his peck then across his well cut abs. He wasn't completely muscly but it was still a pretty good view. "Maybe Lori will see me..." he thought . Swords in hand, he began to do back flips and cartwheels to train his speed and flexibility.

[Training Signature Travel 1/4]

[Third day of rallying the troops now! Must be some party!]

Sta downs a bottle of champagne. "Happy New Year!!"