Call that a weight? THIS is a weight! [Tork]

by **Byrne** on August 8th, 2012, 5:13 pm

Midday, Season of Summer, Day 3, 512 AV.

There was the Inarta again walking around the big city he called his home, the great city of syliras, home of the Syliran Knights and all kinds of cool stuff. Actually the man didn't think more about the city than about the Knights, more about joining the Knights one day, yes. He walked down a road to he-didn't-know-where, but he was sure that he was going to find a weight and gain some muscle again! This was the nicest thing Byrne knew after hanging in taverns and trying to decide where to travel. The redhead hummed a little as he turned around the corner, scanning the area for anything semi-heavy. And a box, there was a awesome box with some fruits in it. A perfect weight to start with.

The Inarta trotted to the box and looked at it for a long moment before reaching down and pulling it up. It was surprisingly heavy and the ropes attached to the sides were pretty rough, but... No pain, No gain! He slowly lift the box onto his shoulders, leaning back and forth. He had no idea what muscles he was training, but it wasn't like he cared either. He was lucky that the street was open so the wind could blow a breeze in the training. The man already planned what he could do next while still holding the crate on his shoulders.

by **Tork** on August 9th, 2012, 12:29 am

The monstrous Jamoura strode the streets with his head held high. He felt alive in a fresh new world, there was so much to see and do here in the epicenter of civilization.

He looked like a man more then ape, he had decided when he had traveled into the city he would try to blend in. He used his skills in Morphing to not only change his form but strengthen and fortify his body. It didnt help much people still gawked and stared, but he wasnt viewed as an animal in the eyes of men. He was viewed as more of a freak of nature, but still one of them to be trusted.

As he lumbered around, he noticed a puny human type running around with a box of fruit. Strange how he motioned his body, he was exhausting himself but not working on proper form. He moved to fast, it was wrong all wrong even that box of fruit could be used for proper training. But should he help him? He didnt exactly want to freak the guy out.

Tork stood before the most peculiar and interesting person, he wanted to help show this man the way. But he was afraid to step forward and approach him, it was curious how strength came in different forms.

He waited letting his shadow loom over him, he wanted to see how he reacted before invading his personal space.