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[Windmount Stables] Into the Saddle

Postby Fallon on April 29th, 2013, 1:55 pm

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She felt the water move past her, a reaction that caused her to jerk back and look about. Her eyes scanned the surface, searching almost for where his Res had placed itself. It was perhaps a bit of instinct that made her want to back away, to create a slightly bigger distance between her and the reimancer , more so when the pull of the water lifted slightly. Bolivar grew tired and strained, she could see that as he tried to put the water to his will. It was a dangerous task, a show of power and superiority. One that made Fallon slightly uneasy. She watched it shape, a look of concern forming on her face as he continued to mould the water to his will.

It was a painstaking task, and one that Fallon herself would not want to do without any proper training. She herself would of used a smaller volume, finer sizes and easier to exert her will over it. But what did she know? She did not practice that form of magic after all.
“Personally,” she said as a frown formed “I would like it further away. But that is only because I fear that you will get me soaked through. Why, what are you planning?” Her eyes narrowed at him, her eyebrow raising as she looked upon the mixed blood. He could in reality do anything now, he had the upper hand with his reimancy already out and on display, whilst she herself had none. Her weapons were back on the ground and her projection was nowhere near ready for her defence, “You don’t have to show off because I’m here you know. I would prefer conversation with a mage who doesn’t intend to get his brains scrambled any time soon.”

The squire gave a smile, a flash of confidence briefly residing there as he continued to compress it down. A spurt of steam however made Fallon jolt back with surprise, her hands raising almost instinctively to protect herself. Not that it would have done that much good. She stared at the ball of water, before slowly allowing herself once more to relax. She released a laugh, if anything about her reaction to the slightest movement and change in the ball. She shook her head “This is definitely bad for my health. If I die young, I blame you for putting a strain on my heart.”

Fallon exhaled, and tucked her hands into her pockets. She felt the Djed within her turn and bubble, a gentle nudge of awakening encase things got out of hand. He revealed his project, a condensed ball of water one that hissed loudly on occasion. She watched him go to the edge of the river, and wadded as quickly as she could after him. More so when he questioned how to use it. It made her feel wary, it made her feel unsafe. She tugged at her djed properly now, feeling her left hand going limp in her pocket as she carefully willed it out. She squinted at him in the sunlight as the gentle pull of the astral separated. She gave him a wary look as the astral and the physical dislodged themselves. She scrabbled up the edge the best she could with her right hand, whilst all the time looking at Bolivar.
“I don’t know how you should use this,” she gave him a hard look, before giving him a gentle reminder “But I think you should just use if carefully and not scare the public with it.”

Shyke! What else am I suppose to say? She caught a feel of her astral hand as it came out, a gentle touch from ethereal fingers that it was about. She did not expect Bolivar to be able to see it, let alone sense it. But if he was a reimancer then she would not put it past him to be able to detect it. She was ready to expect the worse. Fallon swallowed “Just… release it without doing too much damage. Please?”
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[Windmount Stables] Into the Saddle

Postby Bolivar on May 1st, 2013, 9:35 am

"Just a strain? You wound me. I am quite the romantic."

Saying the words at length Bolivar made a more then obvious sarcastic undertone addressing Fallon. Time spent relating to the comely female squire would be done later. Not on his reimancy time though. For Bolivar this was his main priority.

"Right. Well I didn't really ask to be reminded about something so obvious. I already know this. Worry not. "

Much too distracted with his new toy Bolivar did not notice Fallon's machinations as he was too busy with his own. Such a beautiful, ingenious little ball of magical res. How do these new rules work? What can I wonders can I shape? How far can I push this? Avenues already ventured and some those that others have yet to explore.

"Release? This is only the beginning of my release. I am invigorated seeing such fresh promise."


Separating a small portion of his res Bolivar shot out a small ball of his res just like he did with wind reimancy. A small cry of surprise escaped Bolivar's lips seeing the results. Definitely heavier then wind. Hits much harder with his wind reimancy yet much harder to maneuver and put his all behind the tranmuted element. If wind was the lightest element that encompassed the biggest space then water was the third heaviest and much less malleable then to boot. Bolivar could only guess how manipulating the other two elements would be like but the mixed blood had a slight inkling.

“Much heavier but so hard to control.”

Perhaps that wasn't the correct way to word it but it was out and Bolivar could not care less what anyone else had to think. What was important was that he made use of his res. Pumping his hand above him suddenly Bolivar directed his res all around him. The results were stupendous. Similar to the earlier test but now all around him the his res impacted everything within a few arm's length. A slight dust cloud blew through from the wanton destructive force with an ever growing smirk on Bolivar's face.

“Practice can make this very interesting indeed. That's all I need...”


Bolivar's eyes went back suddenly remembering Fallon company before he finished his light musing.

“Just practice.”

The ball of djed in his hand was only about the size of his fist now as Bolivar addressed the other squire. There was a digging thought that there was one final thing left to do with his djed but Bolivar was unsure to act on it or not.

"Startled you yet?”

Bolivar gave a hard look at Fallon but his eyes were soft as ever if not slightly red. Enclosing his remaining res in his hand Bolivar clenched on the cool yet warm elements tightly in his hands before continuing.

“Want to play a game? I'm thinking of the number for my mother's birthday. I shall count starting from one. When I reach my mother's number we'll see how you react.”
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Postby Fallon on May 7th, 2013, 2:43 pm

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Fallon watched him manipulate the element, the look of thought having remained there throughout all the time of his practice. He tried to speak words of confidence to her between his moments of thoughts and focus, in the midst of his own release, but during that time Fallon simply found her astral left hand creeping past and towards where she had left the tulwar and kukri. She could have tried to pick one of them up to use, but before that happened she would have to try and find a state of calm and focus.

It was not that she worried about her safety; she was more concerned that he would go too far. She felt her arm twitch, a gentle tap against her side as her fingers crept along the ground and towards the hilt of the kukri. Her eyes looked upon the tired face of the reimancer, or at least until he punched at the air. She gave a flinch, a look of surprise having covered most of her face. She raised her right arm to protect her face, a reaction that she could not help but perform. Dust had been kicked up, the glimmer of Bolivar’s face becoming slowly visible through it.
I don’t like where this is going…

The fingers slid around the hilt of the Kukri, the ethereal hand having now found its spot to rest upon. Fallon’s eyes darted towards it, her focus having now become locked with it as it gently felt its way around and solidified its grip. Or at least as best it could. The blade could not be too heavy could it? Not as heavy as the Tulwar at least. She channelled her focus onto slowly wriggling it out of its sheath whilst making as little sound and movement as possible. A gruelling task indeed.

And then he spoke. Her attention snapped away from the Kukri that she was still trying to remove from the scabbard, the hand easing off from it. Her pulse quickened, a thin trail of sweat having now started to form on her left arm- though it could have just as easily been mistaken for the residual water from a few chimes before. She was after all mostly damp.

“Play a game?” she questioned. Fallon still remembered the last time that she had questioned the playing of a game, the raw pain that it had inflicted upon her, the near maddening torture of it all. There was a brief flicker of fear there, a residual worry that had been lying in wait for a little too long, “Yeah, sure. We can play a game.”
She gave a swallow and waited for him to begin “I mean… I don’t know the number… or your mother. So it’s a big guessing game right? Just a bit of fun. Yeah, fun.”
Please don’t be like Vick.
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Postby Bolivar on May 9th, 2013, 8:03 am

Bolivar had to admit. Lady squires were made of sterner stuff after all.

"I have to say... You honor me with your faith in a mage you just met."

If there were any hidden undertones within that statement Bolivar simply let the words linger in the air before commencing his countdown.

"In a way I suppose. A test really. Whatever happens next is all on you. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5..."

Raising an eyebrow Bolivar tried to follow Fallon's gaze before continuing with his countdown. Not quite finding what she was looking on Bolivar simply played with the ball of res in his hands precariously balancing the ball of djed through the pair of his arms.

"6.7.8.9.10..."

A slight smirk followed as Bolivar continued on with his display. The squire felt another power at work in the atmosphere. Though whether he would be able to react to it would remain to be seen.

Nearing the end of his countdown Bolivar finally found what was amiss. As the ball of started to gain height Bolivar sent a jet of water hissing mere feet away from Fallon. More then enough force to force the squire on her back the stream of water broke upon nearby trees senting splinters to break off from the trees.

IT was around there. What it was the squire had to say. Nearing the end to his destined number Bolivar gave a conspiring smirk at Fallon two numbers away from the final number. Breaking off a portion of his res a large few number of waterballs hovered between the pair of them before finally revealing what was hidden inside. Shards of ice all pointing at Fallon.
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Postby Fallon on May 11th, 2013, 11:05 am

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Her right hand clapped over her head as the water shot pass, instinct causing her to curl up slightly as the splinters burst forth and scattered about the area. If his aim was to scare her, he had most definitely succeeded. Enough so that she had forgotten her previous thoughts on self control and subtlty. The Kukri came clean from its sheath, the heavy metal weighing the astral hand down as it was removed. Fallon tuned her focus onto it.
Come on! I need you! she felt her left arm strain as it was pulled forwards, quivering on the spot for a moment. She felt a gasp reach her, her eyes turning up to face what had been left to her. Colour drained from her features, her temporary hold on the kukri having been lost for a few ticks.

Her adrenal pumped, an element of fear having begun to consume her. She felt her legs grow stiff, as she forced her will once more onto her astral hand. She needed to be armed, she needed everything. The call to run was intense, but what screamed the loudest was the knowledge of her own stupidity and ignorance.
Come on, please! she felt the Kurkri tremble in the grip, her mind straining as she threw her willpower onto it. It gave a shudder, and a dull thud sounding out as it was dragged across the floor. She willed herself to go faster, but she was already at her limit with weight. It was no doubt the reason why she could not lift it.

“Stop Bolivar!” Fallon raised her voice, this time not hiding the worry that was there. There was fear, an intense resounding fear that sounded more of simple experience with something similar. The past was haunting her once more, and although she may of seemed weak to the mage, there was perfectly good reason behind it. Her eyes darted to the Kukri, and then once more to him. She had to move, and so she made herself. The kukri came closer still, and so she went to it, forcing her legs into life she darted at it, her right hand reaching up to grab it. Her fingers curled around it, and she turned her attention once more to him “Enough of this test, and them,” she raised the Kukri and gestured at the ice shards “Enough.”
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Postby Bolivar on May 23rd, 2013, 3:12 pm

You can get some of the most interesting reactions from others when they are panicked. Some amusing, some surprising and some that just leaves you wanting more.

Bolivar watched with apt anticipation when he noticed the new shape that his djed seemed to formed. Mentally etching how the sensation felt into memory. The sudden loss of control that created something unique to the mage. The stalwart feeling he felt when he tried to regain control of the res that threatened to gush freely all around them. The slight brisk jarring feeling on his fingers as he was only one gesture away from pushing the trigger on Fallon.

The mixed blood snapped out of his slight musing as hearing something off. The sound of steel being dragged across an eerie sound being in the forest. Looking around slightly Bolivar tried to find the source before hearing Fallon's followup.

"So your limit is around 10? Fair enough."

The squire made no comment on the slight lapses he had when showing off his reinmancy.Instead Bolivar eyes lowered slightly until seeing the kukri in Fallon's hands. Was he imagining things? Did it really?

"Of course. Of course. I'm quite content with just wading in the water with a lady friend."

Releasing the tension with a quick flourish Bolivar eased his hands open before finding a place to sit. Slightly amused eyes took in Fallon's reaction before looking back at the scabbard that held the lady squire's blade.

"Quite the trick you did there. I have to admit."


Leaning forward slightly in his position Bolivar rested his head atop his hand before measuring his temple with his free hand. A tired sigh escaped Bolivar's lips wondering how exactly the kukri magically appeared in his companion's hand. Perhaps it is because it was magical?

Another bemused grin followed by a slight shrug. Bolivar was not going to pursue it so early. He'll would have to play the field before getting another possible mage to reveal him or herself after all.

"I've occasionally had to deal with the bystander trying to stop my machinations with their bare hands. Forgo their martial ways. I've yet to deal with something like that."

What exactly Bolivar was referring to was left in the air as he gave a piercing look at Fallon. Still attending to the sudden headache he was feeling Bolivar quickly stopped his attempts at intimidation and interrogation as his mind went back to that moment he made ice appear.

"In any case I suppose I should thank you for putting up with me thus far. Indeed it is rare to meet someone who understands. Would you be nice enough to even give me a doting hug?"

A slight chuckle followed as the squire simply played off his slight advances. Sarcasm lost him more acquaintances then anything. Yet it was the only thing distracting Bolivar's mind from pursuing the possibility of Fallon being a mage. How exactly did that kukri came to her when it was many paces away?

"Well I suppose that is it for the day? Let us do what you wish this time dear Fallon. Would you like an escort back to Syliras or a... preoccupied mage to swim with?"

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Postby Fallon on May 28th, 2013, 11:08 am

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Fallon stared, the hairs on her neck prickling as she continued to warily watch the mixed blood. She did not hold back a wince as her arm felt the strain of projecting. He looked entertained for a moment, watching her panic slightly before his attention was grabbed by the scraping of the Kukri. Swallowing she kept her sight on him whilst his res once more came under his control, and a quick comment was made. The astral limb sunk itself back into place, the nerves flaring as it joined together with the flesh. It slotted in, the string weaving together and the hold growing stronger.
“Yeah, trick. I suppose you can call it that,” she felt the numb feeling in her left arm slowly ebb away, muscles twitching slightly as her guard went up. She knew what he was referring to, and it was obvious he had yet to work out how she had managed to summon the Kukri to her hand. And she was far from bringing herself to answer him on how it was done. It was her secret to keep, and the less he knew – like everyone else – the better it would be.

After a chime or so the Kukri was lowered, but her gaze remained sharp even with his jests and a careful approach towards him. She still looked far from impressed, and her following tone confirmed that “Don’t do that again. Just don’t.” Lenient perhaps, but there was firmness. It was a state that was far too unnerving for her, and she did not fancy being in it again anytime soon. She rested the flat of the Kukri against her shoulder, and came within arms range of him. A hand was placed on his shoulder, eyes meeting his gaze with that frown fixed upon her face. Yet no longer was it one of worry, but more of her own disappointment in allowing herself to panic and get into such a situation.

Her eyes averted away, fingers withdrawing as contemplated his question. She was tired, the use of Djed had begun to place a toll on her, plus the morning ride had also begun to cause her to ache. The squire exhaled, and went back over to the sheath and coat. She took it up, strapping it to herself before sliding the blade back into place. There was little more than a gentle nod to the mage “I’m no swimmer. Or at least not a natural one.” Her eyes turned to the sky and looked at the flecks of clouds that filled it “I prefer to be an observer anyway… or at least not when I’m having shards pointed at me.” She exhaled “I will stay… for just a little while longer. Just… keep the magic on a low will you?”
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Postby Perplexity on July 27th, 2013, 3:32 pm

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Fallon
Skill XP Earned
Riding + 4 EXP
Intimidation + 1 EXP
Socialization +2 EXP
Observation +1 EXP
Rhetoric +1 EXP
Philosophy +2 EXP
Projection +2 EXP


Lores
Lore Earned
Woman vs. Horse
Braving A Wave…of the greeting variety.
I’m…Fine?
Bolivar: Squire of Ser Bradshaw Theron
Javil: What Do I Do With Him?
Aspirations of Becoming a Knightly Knight.
The Mark of a Mage: Reimancy Ritual Scars
Fond Memories: Zeltiva
The Principles of Water: It Does What It Wants


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Experience
Skill XP Earned
Riding +3 EXP
Socialization + 2 EXP
Observation + 1 EXP
Rhetoric + 1 EXP
Philosophy +2 EXP
Reimancy +2 EXP
Teaching +2 EXP


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Lore Earned
Murderous Mountains…otherwise known as horses.
An Absolutely Terrible Endeavor
The Horse With A Mind Of Its Own: Barrel
Fallon: A Fellow Squire
Fallon: A Mage?
Riding Technique: Tightening the saddle.
Becoming An Arsenal Mage (For the betterment of all.)
Horseback Riding: A Form of Torture
So, how about them bears?
Learning About Zeltiva: City of Knowledge
Reimancy Technique: Condensed Ball of Water
A Game of Numbers


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Great job guys! Bravo! I tip my hat to both of you. Mr. Bolivar please make the following notation in your Character Sheet:
• | Overgiving- Loss of Focus
• | On occasion Bolivar is subject to daydreaming about Reimancy and its practical applications. This condition is minor at best and can be alleviated through continual meditation or being treated by a Mark 1 healer of Rak’Keli.

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