Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 7, 2014 1:51:36 GMT
Having left her sword secured in the sheath ensured that she would not cause anyone more harm than a painful bruise. As the sheath was wood casing secured by a layer of leather and then finally metal, the case was in itself extremely sturdy. Chances of the blade breaking were unlikely unless she was not careful or Roy was extremely strong. The possibility of losing her sword from her grip was more likely but as she had been trained with a sword since she could learn to ride a horse, she was well versed with a blade. Where the woman was not physically strong, she was small and her agility made up for the lack of strength. However, as Roy pointed the blade at her, she remained standing calm and poised before sparing a glance at the other two. "Wait," she stated. "If I may be so bold to state, I do not think it would be wise for you all to use your actual weapons. The chance of accidents is too great with blades that are not blunt and even so you risk dulling or ruining your weapon when you might need it for later. Should we not use substitutes?"
"I am havink no complaints. Be armink yourself however it is beink that you fight" Vlad hefted his bayonette in his left hand before he crouched and held iit at the ready. The sheath was still firmly locked in place, so at most he would be leaving bruises... if he hit anything. The big man waited for his partner to make the first move.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 11, 2014 4:50:33 GMT
Jo noticed that everyone else had sheaths or covers for their weapons. Her knives had no such thing. At the fox-girl's suggestion, Jovey shrugged and spun her blades in her hand so that the blade faced backwards and she was holding the hilt forward to strike bluntly if she struck at all.
"Best I can do, given the equipment," she shrugged and arched a brow at Vlad as if to ask 'is that ok?'
"Do not be worryink about mine safety. Be doink what is beink die best way for you to be practicink." Vlad gave the woman a small smile of reassurance. The gesture felt foreign on his face, and looked no less strange on the craggy man's rigid countenance.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 17, 2014 5:40:26 GMT
Jo shrugged once more and did a quick 8 count warmup stretch with left and right lunges, no point in pulling a hammy before the big day. once they were both comfortable to begin, she closed the distance between their bodies, trying to hug as close to her opponent as she could so his longer blade would be rendered all but useless and her shorter ones would gain the advantage. Easier said than done of course, and she kept bobbing and weaving in and out looking for her openings to exploit.
Post by Roy Greenheart on Oct 17, 2014 8:18:08 GMT
Roy looked at the woman as soon as she stop him and told him not to use a sword " pardon? , what kind of logic is that? , pretend sword fighting is something kids do, it does not teach them the understanding of a blade , it weight and length and all the other things that come from handling a sword, especially safe use of a sword. but if you want to stick fight, then ill will do so " Roy put his sword away and looked around, to the side there was a mop with a good looking mop handle , he picked up up and took the mop head off it , leaving the handle in hand. it was a bit longer then what he was used to but if the lady wanted a stick fight. she was gonna get one.
"ok so i should say 'have at ya' but i cant take this serous with this " he said as she waved it around like a sword as to him this was not a sword , this was embarrassment, something that he wanted to do with his son when he was old , not to a lady comrade.
Vlad could tell from the first couple of seconds. He was outmatched. The big man keep his bayonette at the ready and hunched forwards, almost like a bear would. His bayonette was extended as though it were a sword and his free hand remained close to his side and cocked, ready to spring into action as soon as it was needed. Patience was key. He kept his blade pointed forward and aimed at Jovena's throat, but he had no illusions about how this match would end. One slip, and he was through. Vlad breathed calmly, in through the nose and out through the mouth as he circled to his left.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 20, 2014 6:17:09 GMT
"You should take it serious, Roy. Even a stick can kill in the right hands. The purpose of this exercise is to train, not harm. Therefore, we are using substitutes. If you cannot wield a stick, then you cannot properly wield a sword." Bending her knees, she raises her free arm to about chest level, palm facing Roy as she brought the sword up and ready to move. "Since you do not take this seriously, Mister Roy, I would like to grant you the first opportunity at a strike."
Post by Roy Greenheart on Oct 20, 2014 12:26:58 GMT
As soon as the woman said the word 'strike' Roy had already charged as her , swinging the stick from his top right side down , using one arm and a lot of force , if the woman wanted him to 'train' she would have to deal with the way that he trains which was normally hit a thing as hard as you can until it gives ,
The mop handle however was a different story , Roy know unlike his sword it would not be durable. The handle would brake after a few hits from the force he normally swings , a problem he had a lot of times before during his mercenary years before he got his sword. Braking the handle would be a guaranteed thing for Roy.
(ok edited but will changed if needed , also sorry before hand for the attack, Lorraine, roy plays ruff. )
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 24, 2014 13:58:58 GMT
Jovena's heart was pounding hard in her throat, and her eyes kept riveting more to the end of his blade and its nearness to her neck. She snapped back her attention to his center mass, looking for her chance but that shiny edge nearest her face was more than a little distracting. Although her mind told her she needed to get closer to him to be safer, her body repelled and felt the opposite about their proximity, trying to increase the distance between them. She counted the seconds like each were a full minute and wondered how long they were expected to do this dance before the demonstration was concluded with.
"Be calmink down. You are beink a soldier of Lodan. Is not beink time to be hesitatink. We are goink to war." Vlad continued circling as he spoke, and when he finished his sentences he he made his move. The big man advanced with his bayonette in the lead as though he were going to stab her, but shifted so he could strike out with his empty fist. He launched the cinderblock at the end of his arm at Jovena's stomach from the base his heavily planted feet provided.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 28, 2014 7:50:57 GMT
Lorraine studied him as he charged forward and easily parried the blow, other hand rising to support the sheath covered blade so that the impact of the mop's handle would be absorbed evenly. As she lacked strength, she did slide back a little. However, where she was physically weaker, she more than made up for with speed. Shoving back at Roy, she also takes the chance to step to the side, spinning away as she did. This time she changed her stance so her arm was behind her while she held out her blade at ready. Moving in quickly, she would feign an attack at Roy's abdomen before redirecting the sword to aim for Roy's chest. Whether he dodged or not would determine if she'd find her target or not. As the exchange occurred, she remained forever calm and at ease.
Post by Alistair Malak on Oct 31, 2014 12:23:24 GMT
A few hours later, Alistair emerged from his cabin and called everyone back to attention. By that point they were well above the clouds and high enough to remain hidden from the casual observer on the ground. The air was thinning up here and they would certainly be feeling it, just as they could certainly feel the slight sway of the ship. The air was calm but the wind was a fickle thing. She disliked anything not of her making and brushed against the ship in an effort to push it off course. The Ballerophon, however, was a warship. Her main engines were more than enough to fight against the push. Still, the interaction caused a swaying, just as a sea vessel would experience in heavy waves.
"The mess is open, I suggest you all get your fill and rest up for what we may face tomorrow. We have a light crew on this voyage, I suggest when the morning comes you are here to help them with their duties above and below deck. Choose as you wish." He gave them all a smile and headed back into his cabin. Inside, Maps littered the large navigation table. From what he could tell so far, there was no way into the Capital of Sveden. Her walls were well over thirty feet tall and made of steel. There was no climbing gear invented that would get them over, so perhaps under. His spies had fed him information on all of their neighbors, but there was so much of it to go through. He took a seat again and began once more to comb over the data.
After they were dismissed from formation, Vlad retrieved his gear and stowed it with the rest of his supplies. He did as the Major suggested and got some food before he approached one of the larger sailors to inquire about his duties come the morning. The big man would be working in the engine, doing menial tasks that helped the engineers without getting in their way. That suited the man just fine. As the night closed down, he spoke not a single word to anyone else. When morning came, he was up at the ungodly early hour of 'you should still be asleep' and readied himself for his engine labor. The man, again, spoke not a word to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary and went about his tasks with simple efficiency.
Post by Roy Greenheart on Nov 4, 2014 13:13:11 GMT
as the call for the mess hall was called instead of going with the group Roy decided to something , he put the map back together as he picked up the bucket full of water next to it and started to mop the deck where they had been fighting , remembering what the commander said before he put his duty 1st before food as he already planed out what he wanted to do. it was relaxing to mop as it reminded him of his sand garden he used to have one time. he didn't care for what his team through of him not going to the mess. he was already ok with the dry jerky he brought with him.
he would eat and sleep later as this would be the only peace he would have as the peace before the storm.
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