Solo The sword and Knife

[Ran Sunsword]

31st Spring, 513 A.V


Ran awoke to the night time air, feeling like he had overslept a little. His stomach feeling decently fine, well fine enough to move around. Getting up, he would walk outside feeling the fresh night air. Looking at the night time bustle, knowing most would be going to bed soon. As he would watch everyone, from the drunkard going from tent to tent either to socialize to the woman down the street hustling kids off to a pack of tents. Watching the members of several different clans, Ran would go back into his tent and place his high boots upon his sock-less feet. Before putting his sword upon his belt, feeling like training in the night air.

Getting up, Ran would walk outside of the tent after grabbing his throwing knife. Thinking he should get in the practice, while he could. Hoping this would tire him out for the rest of the night, to sleep til morning. Walking outside, he would look over to his sleeping horse. Topaz sleeping beside the tent now, would seem at peace the horse having grazed. While he was awake, had probably been roaming the camp while he had slept. After wandering away from his tent, to a nice field of empty grass. Ran would look around to see if anyone was around, seeing no one outside the tents as of late.

At first, he decided he would test his throwing and train his skill with his throwing knife. Using the sheathe of his longsword, he would draw three circles into the dirt. Each inside the other, as they would look like a target upon the ground in a way. Walking away several paces from this circle imprint upon the ground, he would take aim at it with the knife. Throwing it at the target, being night he could barely see it. Hearing the thud of the knife along the ground, he would walk to where he threw it. Finding it several feet off of the circle, as well as upon the side. Sighing, he would pick the knife up and try it again. Walking several paces away, he would aim at the group of circles. Throwing the dagger harder this time, trying a different way of throwing it as the blade flew from his fingers and grip. He would listen for the thud, as it seemed like a life time until he heard it.

Walking back to where he had thought it landed, he would find the blade slightly tipped in the dirt. Still several feet away, however it was still stuck in the ground. If not barely, he would pick the knife up once more. Walking back along his normal distance, before trying it again as this would go on for several hours until he hit inches from the group of circles itself. As he would retrieve the throwing knife for what seemed the hundredth time, he would try it again. Before taking a rest as he would go into his tent and grab the backpack with the bowl and his Ale, pouring him a little bit as he would turn the Ale around within his grasp the fluid being heard in the bottle estimating he had nearly a quart. Before he would take a sip from what was within his bowl, as he would rest enjoying the night air.

Ran would rest there for what seemed like a chime, as he watched the grass and the night sky. Looking back at the group of tents, which was Endrykas. Finishing his bowl of Ale, he would get up grabbing the hilt of his sword as he would unsheathe the blade. The iron hissing as it sprang from the sheathe, though he would hold the sheathe down to keep it from being drawn awkwardly. Slicing outwards at an invisible enemy, he would slice downwards as he would begin to train in some basic forms. Slicing the sword from above, holding the gripped hilt in both hands. Trying to get the feel for his fathers sword, the only thing left from his father before his death. His swinging becoming more rigid as he grasped the hilt, upon such thoughts.

Relaxing a bit, after a while of swinging his blade savagely through the air. His body heavily padded with sweat, as it would rim his forehead sliding along his cheeks and down his neck. Even some of it getting in his eyes, making him have to stop several times. Breathing heavily within the first several hours, he would sit down away from his tent looking at the pack near Topaz who slept peacefully this night. After resting for a bit, watching Topaz sleep. Ran would stand up once more, getting back into the basic form. Trying to focus upon the sword he held, as he would begin to slice at the bare cool night air.

After several grueling hours of practice, Ran would fall backwards upon his back. The sword heavy in his tired hands, as his body itself felt numb to his core from so much exercise. Breathing heavily, he would lay there upon the naked earth. Feeling the bare dirt below his tired and wet back. Closing his eyes, he would figure it would be a good time to go to bed now. Being so worn out, he would drag his feet to his pack and throw it in the tent. Taking his last look to watch Topaz sleep, he would enter his tent and fall on his bedroll. Slowly drifting off to sleep for the rest of the night.

[Limey]

Skill and Lore Rewards Skills Lore Throwing Knife 2 Night Moves Sword 2 Practice: Boring But Essential Work Until You Have An Honest Sweat Additional Notes : Not bad for your first weapon-oriented training thread. My usual critique aside, I would say that you need to expand and perhaps research your descriptions of training. Firstly, check out some actual techniques used for throwing knives and sword. Incorporate them into your threads, giving it a nice, impressive sheen of realism. That should score you a little more XP, for one thing, and for another it gives you much better knowledge of your weapons. Secondly, just saying in half a sentence that you trained for "several hours" is one thing, but don't expect much in the way of skill for it. You have to expand and evoke the grueling process a bit more. Aside from that, it was a good, to-the-point thread. Any questions or queries, please PM me.