Completed -=Making a Mess=-

Sypha Kai destroys his unwanted furniture during training, then redecorates without much coin.

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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.

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-=Making a Mess=-

Postby Sypha Kai on September 9th, 2013, 1:06 am

-=9th of Fall, 513 AV=-

-=Sypha Kai's cottage, Blade Island=-

-The blazing sphere in the sky had made its daily descent beyond the horizon to another part
of the world, giving way to the engulfing shroud of night. Sypha Kai did not mind the heat of
the sun, for it was actually cooler here in the swampland than it was in his homeland of the
sands. The air was much thicker here though, and even after living in this humid climate for
a year, he still felt like the air was trying to choke him some days. Tonight was clear, a definite
contrast from the day before in which Kenash was invaded by a terrible storm. Signs of flooding
were evident with large pools of murky water scattered about the front of his raised home.

-His humble home, located extremely close to the Midnight Market, was uniquely built to
hover above the floods that plagued the river graced land. Not only did it have a door on the
ground level, but there was second door that could only be opened from inside the second
floor. The Eypharian stood there, ten feet above his muddied front yard, clothed only in his
calf high sandals and dark shaded kilt. The crackling fire where he had eaten maybe a bell
ago continued to rage within its brick pit, casting an orange glow over his gilded skin as
he watched the lights from the nearby plaza.

-Taking in a slow, lingering breath the Mercenary reached over with his upper left hand
and took a hold of the two leather scabbards that had been hanging upon a crude hook.
The sheathes were brought infront of his near bare physique where they were then
transfered to his lower set of awaiting hands. Grasping the smooth leather firmly, Sypha
folded his upper appendages at the elbow, bringing his first pair of hands around the
differing hilts of his cherished blades. His charcoal smeared eyes gently closed while
slowly releasing his short swords, the delicate hiss of the retracting metal filling his
ears delightfully.

-"Tonight...Show no mercy...," his softly spoken words slipped forth in Arumenic,
for it was what he spoke fluidly. Black lined eyes opened to a star filled sky, another
slow breath, no mercy. The swift swordsman spun around to face the task at hand,
sprinting a short distance toward the center of his living chamber. Sypha came to
a brief slide with the dark leather of his sandals trying desperately to grab the wooden
planks of the floor. His sudden stop of motion ended with a double trust high, sending
the piercing apex of each short sword to either side of the flickering lantern that
resided upon his table.

-A short moment passed in that finishing stance, as if time had suddenly forgotten
about him. Slow breath, show no mercy. The contrasting short swords retracted from
their initial attack and sped forth into the first of many sword patterns to come. His
left blade, its sleek hilt made from polished Benshira bone, sliced in an upward arc
while the slightly heavier blade in his branded hand flashed down at a fourty-five
degree angle from right to left. A thin chip of wood was removed from the edge of
his table, its spinning escape remaining air born long enough for the Mercenary
to spin fully around in a double round housing swipe.

-The top of his chair did not splinter with the hasteful attack, but rather flew
across his living space in various finely cut sections. The ending of his round house
brought the four armed man to his knees with his lower arms barely managing to
keep him from falling face first into the floor. A string of curses escaped his lips
as a diminutive bead of sweat formed upon his gold touched brow. It was a pattern
know as Waveform and it was obvious he had not perfected yet. It was an attack
his Father had been teaching him before being murdered.

-Many of the patterns he had memorized from his youth had names that somehow
involved water, for the life giving liquid was far more precious in his homeland. His
Father was a Jackal, the city gaurd of Ahnatep, and was a swordsman himself. Much
of his knowledge that he learned as a Jackal was passed down to Sypha in long
training sessions, training that was vividly imprinted in his mind. Sypha Kai would
surpass his Father's skill in honor of him, and to avenge his lost Mother.

-Slow breath, no mercy. The black scabbards that he still held in his lower hands
were tossed angrily upon his unkept bed while rising, the curve of his knuckles reddened
from when he had stopped his fall. Taking his stance, the Eypharian's lower hands
clenched firmly in concentration while his upper appendages were flung forward again.
He repeated the Waveform attack once more: Double thrust, left arc upward, right slice
diagonal, and finish with a double round house.
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Postby Sypha Kai on September 11th, 2013, 1:58 pm

-The Eypharian stumbled to a single knee with his lower pair of hands shooting
downward to keep himself from tumbling forward. The gentle sound of a few
pieces of wood, cleanly removed from the mid section of his chair, played across
the planks of the floor. If he attempted this attack pattern without perfecting it,
he could not smoothly transition to another during combat. This horrible balance
of his at the end of the attack could cost him his life one day. He would have to
keep practicing in order to effectively time the drift of momentum that the round
house created.

-Rising to his sandaled feet, Sypha slowly wiped the beads of moisture from his
forehead with the back of his lower right hand. His aging table was now chipped and
his poorly constructed chair was only half its original size. The furniture had been
cheap and worn to begin with, and he didn't think the elderly woman he rented the
cabin from would miss it anyhow. He had seen nicer pieces of furniture in the Blade
Plaza during a recent stroll, newly made for a cheap price. Perhaps a little redecorating
was needed, but not much for his coin was dwendling faster than anticipated.

-He needed to find another job quickly. Luckily, these Humans hated one another. This
power hungry city was a wonderful place, because there was always "his type" of work to
be done, in the dark, quiet-like. The last job he took was taxing and brought no coin at
all. Sypha Kai had to hunt down a young thief who had stolen a vial necklace from a Freeborn,
one employed under the Lorak Family. It had been a long search, considering all the false
rumors he had followed before the correct rumor surfaced. His payment for all his effort?
The Freeborn doctor would "try" to get him an audience with a member of the Lorak Family.
It was one of many steps in his plan to locate his enslaved Eypharian Mother.

-His enslaved Mother. A narrowing of dark brown eyes was accompanied by the downward
swipe of his bone hilted sword. His chipped table slowly lurched forward as one of its three
legs suddenly went missing, no longer keeping the piece of furniture balanced. Keeping
balanced... Sypha spun once again as the uneven table began its descent. His right blade,
as cold as a Vantha's kiss, stabbed forward over the top of the falling table and deftly
slid its chilled point thru the loop of the sliding lantern. The circular piece of wood hit
the floor at the Mercenary's feet, his stance holding true as the dancing lantern rocked
back and forth upon the apex of his cold steel sword.

-Gaining more confidence after landing the showy manuever, the displaced Eypharian
continued to work on the same sword technique that his Father had tried to teach him
before his death. There were many more to go over, but he would conquer this Jackal
influenced pattern with repetitious practice. If it was his balance in question, then he
would spend a great deal of time using moves that forced him to use a higher level of
acrobatics. He would better himself, to better his cause.

-Slow breath, no mercy.

-Double thrust, left arc upward, right slice diagonal, and finish with a double round house.

-Waveform-
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Postby Sypha Kai on September 11th, 2013, 4:06 pm

-10th of Fall, 513 AV

-The young vengence seeker trained with his cherished short swords until the early hours
of the morning, about the time it took for the fire outside to smolder and die. It had been
a lengthy session, one that left his upper appendages sore from the repeatitive muscle
use. Not only did he improve that particular sword technique, but he managed to finish
his spins on sure footing instead of falling every time. He was no where near his Father's
level of sword mastery, but he was following the same path.

-Even though he had went to sleep late in the morning, Sypha Kai still managed to wake
before the afternoon bustle and begin his day of errands. His night of intense practice had
left a good portion of his chamber in tatters including: a table, a chair, a small chest, his clay
pot for releaving himself, his clay water pot, and his feather stuffed pillow. Many of the items
that he destroyed were in need of replacement anyway, so the distruction that occured by the
edge of his blades was more for stress relief.

-The cloaked Eypharian spent a good portion of the late morning and early afternoon
scanning the common shops of the nearby Blade Plaza Market. Kenash's black market
and underground merchants swarmed this plaza when the sun went down, but for now
Sypha was only interested in regular household items. The fun stuff would come after he
got paid again. It took him somewhere between four and five bells to accomplish his goal:
to spend no more than five golden mizas on new, better furniture and accessories.

-Sypha Kai did not always hide the fact that he had more arms than the average citizen in
Kenash, and this would be one of those times. He was almost home from a lengthy time
spent in the market and other odd shops. He was tired, not only from the bladework from
the night before, but also from what he was carrying back to his cabin. Resting upon his
hunched back was the square surface of a new table, which he held by a single leg with
his branded hand. His other upper appendage coiled around the center of an elongated
body pillow which drooped to either side of his shoulder.

-The free lancer's lower gloved hands were clenched firmly around two other pieces of
new furniture. An average looking chair and a blanket chest made of cedar were being
drug slowly behind him as he tried to maintain a steady pace. Not only were all four
hands being used, but Sypha had to utilize the crimson sash coiled around his waist.
There a constant metallic banging was heard from the collision of an iron chamber
pot and an steel water pail.

-The rest of the day was used to clean and redecorate his very simple furnishings.
All the spliced and sliced pieces ofwood that littered his chamber was transfered to
the storage room on the ground level. Perhaps if he could aquire some rope he could
build his own dummies to spar with. The new furniture replaced the old, even placed
in a different location this time to change things up. His new table was topped off by
a pair of blue, glass blown shot glasses that he bought from the Zulaca's Dire and Dynastic
shop. Too bad he couldn't afford any alcohol until his next job.

-Last buy definitely not least, an awesome find within a gypsy-like shop in the center of
the Blade Plaza: Snake-skin sandals. The scales were smooth against his bare feet and
displayed the colors black, red, and yellow. They matched the brilliant reds and dark
blacks of his attire perfectly. That last gold miza he had paid for them equaled five in
total, meeting his budget exactly. He had accomplished what he set out to do, and also
worked some information out of some of the shop owners.

-Word had it that the Rujaro were getting brazen again and setting fires to certain plantations.
This was a good thing, because it could possibly be another source of income if he were enlisted to
hunt them down. Rumors of slaves trying to educate themselves had him laughing for a bit, then
news of the Caravan that was lost on its way to Riverfall. He had watched them depart last season,
but that is the risk you take when you travel these hostile lands. There was believed to be a survivor
that made it back, perhaps she knew what happened. To top everything off, Sypha heard that Carthrys
Zulaca promoted three of his slaves to Family status. This last piece of information had the vendors
excited and neverous, because they knew it would have the other Dynasties in an uproar.

End.
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5gm Budget :
*Chamber Pot 2 sm
*Gallon Pail 2 sm
*Blue Shot Glasses x2 4 sm
*Body Pillow 5 sm
*Blanket Chest 1 gm
*Average Chair 7 sm
*Average Table 1 gm
*Snake Skin Sandals 1 gm
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-=Making a Mess=-

Postby Poppy on October 18th, 2013, 1:23 am

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...because you've EARNED it!

Sypha Kai :
+3 Observation
+2 Dual Wield: Short Sword
+2 Weapon: Short Sword
+1 Cleaning

Kenash: Cooler than Ahnatep
Father: A Jackal, Guard of Ahnatep
Mother: Missing
Combat: Waveform Attack


Notes :
Nice job of detailing the less-than-perfect execution of your form. And congratulations for completing some of the Seasonal Challenges!


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