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Stretching northward along the coastline of the Suvan Sea, the Cobalt Mountains are the home of the Bronze Wood, numerous ruins, and creatures both strange and fantastical.

[The Bronze Wood] An Open Palm

Postby Aoren on November 9th, 2013, 9:42 pm

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Aoren continued this pattern rocking back and forth adjusting his weight between each leg repeating the crossing motion with his hands one more time before resting his weight upon his right leg. He bent at the knee bringing his arms up in front of him. He leaned on his right leg extending his left outward resting his toes lightly upon the ground weaving his arms in a simple pattern.

He brought the right arm up with the palm facing skyward while the left arm went down toward the ground his palm also facing downward. Rotating his hips so that his center of gravity rested more firmly toward his right leg he swept his right arm down cutting through the air while bringing his left palm in toward his body sliding up toward his right hand.

It looked as if Aoren were about to clap his hands together but instead he slid his hands past one another without touching them together twisting his torso to the right. He adjusted his footing lifting his left leg so that now all of his weight was completely on his right. His leg wobbled slightly as it was a little unbalanced after having been put through so many physical exercises but Aoren slid into the next stance of his technique alleviating the need for his weight to rest on one leg.

He reared back slowly then kicked outward lifting his ankle so that the heel of his left foot touched the ground. He then lunged forward pushing both of his hand outward keeping an open palm facing away from his body. Aoren repeated the motions this time altering the stance so that he bore his weight on his left leg.

He repeated the gestures twice more stepping from left to right in a smooth orderly fashion. This was the only way he knew how to properly flow through the stances of his technique. He did not possess any measure of skill that would have allowed him to do any of these gestures at full speed. He could have gotten confused and would have likely ended up skipping several crucial steps.

They key to his technique was deliberate focused motion. He had been spending a great deal of time studying what few disciplined fighting styles he knew of and was determined to adapt a style that matched his mindset. Most of the fighting styles were far too offensive for his liking. Their aim was to maim or injure while others were geared more like a less haphazard form of brawling. Aoren was not a brawler. He believed that if a person was forced into combat they should make the most of each blow to deter an opponent from further conflict. His own mindset and the technique he was working on, slowly adapting each motion to fit his mentality, was aimed more at defense and served as more of a reactionary fluid form of fighting.
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[The Bronze Wood] An Open Palm

Postby Aoren on November 9th, 2013, 9:43 pm

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Again, the key was continuous fluid and focused motion. He was far away from perfecting any level of the technique but he at least had the basic stances in mind. It hadn’t held up very well in any form of actual combat thus far as more often than not he’d been forced to abandon his attempts at sticking to the principles of the style in favor of something more forthright. Sliding through the motions Aoren repeated them in reverse moving from left to right and stepping backwards. He would bring his arms inward instead of pushing outward as he moved.

The best way to refine and master any form of fighting, in Aoren’s mind, was to be able to repeat the form backward and forward. He was lacking in the ability to do it backward to perfection at present. He sometimes confused with foot he was supposed to step off with or he crossed his arms at the wrong angle. It was slow progress but it was deliberate.

“Repetition is key. Just keep telling yourself that, Aoren. You’ll get there.” He sighed moving back almost to the very spot he had begun his routine. When he reached that spot he reversed the starting position beginning the routine from the left foot and alternating from there. To him the style he was working on reminded him of the currents of air he sometimes manipulated with his reimancy. It had indeed been the air that had inspired him to develop such a technique, or rather, start working on developing one.

When Aoren had finished his routine moving forwards to the left he reversed himself moving until he returned to his starting position. He finished by bending his knees, bringing his arms up in a fluid slow motion bring his feet inward so that they were resting side by side. He let his arms hang at his sides. When finally he was done going through the motions he took a deep relaxing breath.

The whole routine from the beginning of his exercises to finishing with refining his unarmed fighting style had helped to clear Aoren’s head of a great many distractions. Looking around the clearing he gave a firm nod completely satisfied that he had made ample use of his time before he would need to head into the shop later that evening.
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[The Bronze Wood] An Open Palm

Postby Aoren on November 9th, 2013, 9:44 pm

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Gathering his things, Aoren pulled his shirt back over his head then donned his travel robe bringing the hood up. He would lose a lot of body heat once the sweat cooled and he didn’t want to catch a cold. As uncomfortable as it was with his shirt already beginning to stick to his torso he knew it was for his benefit that he kept as much warmth close to his body until he got back to Syliras. Picking up his quarterstaff Aoren set out for Syliras wincing as the muscles in his legs reminded him just how much he’d been slacking in his workout routines.

As he walked Aoren contented himself with identifying those species of plant he could most easily recognize. The most prevalent form of plant life being the trees of the forest. He recognized the sturdy oak trees by their spirally arranged leaves. Not to mention the acorns that littered the ground and hung from the leaves around them. He marveled at the golden hues that had begun to touch all of the leaves. It was indeed the Fall season and soon everyone would see exactly why the Bronze Woods was referred to as such. He chuckled softly to himself as he made his way toward the road.

He saw a few ash trees standing proudly amongst the more common variety of evergreens noted by the fan like key seeds that spun rapidly whenever they fell from the tree. There were not many amongst the leaves but there were just enough there to stand out to Aoren the closer he looked. There was of course the ever present pine trees. He stepped over and on many pinecones as he walked through the underbrush of the forest. Wading through the shrubbery and forest debris of the woods was not always the easiest of tasks but it wasn’t all too difficult given that the clearing he frequented wasn’t that far from the main road.

Once Aoren broke the line of trees he smiled looking up and down the Kabrin Road. There were of course people traversing the dirt road as it was the most highly traveled pathway in the Sylira region to his knowledge. He nodded to a ground of men and women who seemed surprised by his appearance from the woods. Adjusting his grip on his staff Aoren set out for the main gates of Syliras at a slow pace. He was in no rush to get back into the stuffy interior of the citadel. He had plenty of time and he intended to make full use of it.
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[The Bronze Wood] An Open Palm

Postby Taylani on November 18th, 2013, 5:48 pm

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XP Award!

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XP Award:
  • +3 Reimancy: Fire, Ice, air, water
  • +1 cleaning
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  • +2 meditation
  • +1 massage
  • +4 body building
  • +3 Weapon: Quarter Staff
  • +2 Unarmed Combat

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  • Early bird catches the worm
  • Body Building: If you can’t breathe you can’t function
  • Quarterstaff: Grip is everything
  • Unarmed Combat: Repetition is key
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