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Timestamp: 23rd of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Sypha Kai's Cottage, Blade Island
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-Pillowy patches of deep gray littered the afternoon sky, choking off the sunlight while
casting a shaded gloom over the swamps of Kenash. The clustering clouds threatened to
unleash their payload over the city and its surrounding plantations, but only a few
pieces of the landscape's puzzle was touched by rain. The light showers had missed the
area surrounding Sypha Kai's cabin, but the heavy cloud cover still spilled over the sky
above his home. The weather was much different here than in his homeland of sand,
and it had taken the Mercenary the entire year he had been in Kenash to get use to it.
-The barely clothed Eypharian slipped slowly from the confines of his cottage to the
overgrowth of his back yard, wearing nothing but his black/red kilt, bladed cloak,
and serpentine sandals. His short scabbards rested comfortably upon either hip as
he made his way down a narrow trail that he had created days ago, with the help
of his eager blades. The air was thick with humidity and the smell of the city
drifted around him, the mixture of pleasent scents riding in upon the softest of
breezes. Sypha's trek thru the thicket brought him to a small clearing, which had
also been cut away with the assistance of sharpened metal.
-Once he crossed over from the tangled thicket to the circular clearing, the ever
training swordsman gazed upon the small gathering of constructed enemies. A
small smirk slid over his smooth shaven face at the sight of his rickety wooden
dummies. Sypha had spent much of the previous day putting the constructs
together out of his destroyed furniture and some thickly made hemp rope. They
were nowhere near the quality of professionally crafted training posts, but
this would have to do until his gold mizas outweighed his copper mizas. Sometimes
you have to repurpose pocessions when your cash flow is low.
-If Sypha Kai was to be a great swordsman, he had to put in the time. Many of the
basic manuevers his Jackal ranked Father had taught him were easily memorized
and performed without error. This did not make him good, simply competent in
the art of fighting with swords. What had made his deceased Father excellent was
his ability to integrate a series of complex patterns fluidly, not having to stop and
consider what to use next. It hadn't been about -thinking- with Sypha's mentor, it
was about immediately -doing-. The Mercenary not only had to train the
physical aspects of his multi-armed body, but his mind as well.
-A slow breath was taken, allowing the warmth of the thick air to fill his lungs
while he held concentration. Once the swordsman had cleared his mind of
distractions, he began a series of deliberate stretches with each of his four
upper appendages. The reason the seclusive Eypharian trained away from
the eyes of Kenasherns was because of his extra pair of arms, which the
majority of Human citizens found intimidating and repulsive. It didn't
bother Sypha all that much, for he found -most- of them equally disgusting.
He didn't always hide the fact that he was born superior to them, but he
didn't flaunt the extra pair of arms either.
-Concealed from view within the small clearing, the sound of extracted
blades rang forth, causing a dispurtion of crows from the nearby tree. It
was almost startling, the amount of black stained birds that leapt into
gray painted sky. Sypha shook his head slightly at being startled,
sending his short brown/red mane gently about his gilded countenance.
The unusual cluster of crows wasn't important at the moment, they just
served to show that he was in need of further training. With unique
short swords in hand Sypha Kai, Swordsman from the Sands, began his
intense routine. -Petching crows-
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Timestamp: 23rd of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Sypha Kai's Cottage, Blade Island
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-Pillowy patches of deep gray littered the afternoon sky, choking off the sunlight while
casting a shaded gloom over the swamps of Kenash. The clustering clouds threatened to
unleash their payload over the city and its surrounding plantations, but only a few
pieces of the landscape's puzzle was touched by rain. The light showers had missed the
area surrounding Sypha Kai's cabin, but the heavy cloud cover still spilled over the sky
above his home. The weather was much different here than in his homeland of sand,
and it had taken the Mercenary the entire year he had been in Kenash to get use to it.
-The barely clothed Eypharian slipped slowly from the confines of his cottage to the
overgrowth of his back yard, wearing nothing but his black/red kilt, bladed cloak,
and serpentine sandals. His short scabbards rested comfortably upon either hip as
he made his way down a narrow trail that he had created days ago, with the help
of his eager blades. The air was thick with humidity and the smell of the city
drifted around him, the mixture of pleasent scents riding in upon the softest of
breezes. Sypha's trek thru the thicket brought him to a small clearing, which had
also been cut away with the assistance of sharpened metal.
-Once he crossed over from the tangled thicket to the circular clearing, the ever
training swordsman gazed upon the small gathering of constructed enemies. A
small smirk slid over his smooth shaven face at the sight of his rickety wooden
dummies. Sypha had spent much of the previous day putting the constructs
together out of his destroyed furniture and some thickly made hemp rope. They
were nowhere near the quality of professionally crafted training posts, but
this would have to do until his gold mizas outweighed his copper mizas. Sometimes
you have to repurpose pocessions when your cash flow is low.
-If Sypha Kai was to be a great swordsman, he had to put in the time. Many of the
basic manuevers his Jackal ranked Father had taught him were easily memorized
and performed without error. This did not make him good, simply competent in
the art of fighting with swords. What had made his deceased Father excellent was
his ability to integrate a series of complex patterns fluidly, not having to stop and
consider what to use next. It hadn't been about -thinking- with Sypha's mentor, it
was about immediately -doing-. The Mercenary not only had to train the
physical aspects of his multi-armed body, but his mind as well.
-A slow breath was taken, allowing the warmth of the thick air to fill his lungs
while he held concentration. Once the swordsman had cleared his mind of
distractions, he began a series of deliberate stretches with each of his four
upper appendages. The reason the seclusive Eypharian trained away from
the eyes of Kenasherns was because of his extra pair of arms, which the
majority of Human citizens found intimidating and repulsive. It didn't
bother Sypha all that much, for he found -most- of them equally disgusting.
He didn't always hide the fact that he was born superior to them, but he
didn't flaunt the extra pair of arms either.
-Concealed from view within the small clearing, the sound of extracted
blades rang forth, causing a dispurtion of crows from the nearby tree. It
was almost startling, the amount of black stained birds that leapt into
gray painted sky. Sypha shook his head slightly at being startled,
sending his short brown/red mane gently about his gilded countenance.
The unusual cluster of crows wasn't important at the moment, they just
served to show that he was in need of further training. With unique
short swords in hand Sypha Kai, Swordsman from the Sands, began his
intense routine. -Petching crows-
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