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Timestamp: 12th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Sypha Kai's Cottage, Blade Island
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-The evening of the first quarter moon left the illuminated sphere a half glow in the black sky.
Sypha Kai remained jobless with a few golden mizas to his name. The type of work he did often
came with ups and downs, so it wasn't something he was getting nervous about. He had lived
on the upscale during his younger days with his parents, and now he was living poorly, but
maintaining his secluded lifestyle. The time would come when he could form a suitable
alliance with to achieve his goals, but for now he would do better solo.
-The Eypharian stood near the bank of the splitting river that divided Kenash's multiple
islands, those caliginous pools of brown quitely watching the half moon's glow reflecting off
the calm watery surface. Sypha never got too close to the edge for there were too many dangers
that lurked beneath the surface. He also could not swim. You would think having multiple
arms would be an advantage, but he never had a need to learn living in the hot sands. The
differences of Kenash compared to his homeland were like night and day. Sypha still wasn't
fully use to life here amoungst these wretched Humans.
-He had abandoned face wrap for this evening's session, leaving it within the safety of his
raised cottage. There was no one back in this area anyway, for it was his own backyard.
His meditative state kept his six foot frame standing like he was made of stone, his
thoughts a swarm of internal images and voices as he allowed himself to lose all focal
points. He could hear his Father's voice in the chaos, and now he focused, wanting
desperately to hear what he had to say. He left him too early in his life, and now he
was filled with nothing but silent questions on how to proceed. A loud feminine
cry broke his fragile concentration, then the loud laughter of a group of trill seekers
heading for the Midnight Market followed.
-Petching Humans. His Father's voice was lost in the maelstrom of memories. His
upper hands, one gloved and one branded, rose to his head with a frustrated sigh.
His lithe fingers slid slowly between his choppy unkept hair, sending waves of brown
and red into a greater mess. The few strands of scarlet , decorated with smooth
glass beads, fell gently back against the side of his semblance after his hands had
passed thru. The release of steel cut into the warm night air, like an unexpected
yet satisfying sensation or emotion. His lower pair of leather bound hands had
released his loose peace knots, which then allowed the flashy release of recently
sharpened metal.
-Completing a few whirling revolutions with the short blades, his lower hands
relinquished their grip upon either hilt. Sypha Kai's upper hands took possession
of the contrasting swords, once again working his wrists in languid circles,
spinning them carefully in a lazy manner. He was not as good as his Father use
to be, a man he remembered who could put on a show with flips and fancy
patterns. Sypha would be able to do it in time, it would just take some
dedication and patience. Both were qualities he had already exhibited during
his stay in the swamplands.
-His left blade, crafted with the essence of a Benshira enemy, slashed from
left to rigth into a strait horizontal line. The right blade, chilled like the body
of an evil wraith, followed swiftly after in a powerful overhand chop. The
Mercenary's left upper hand then drew back as that downward chop
completed its swing, positioning his slender wrists right beside each other.
Not a second later the swing was reversed, but with both short swords in
a deep upward double slash that took much strength to accomplish. The
ending result brought too much momentum upward, which Sypha then
transfered to an acrobatic spin, outstretching his armed appendages
like a windmind of swords.
-Stormform-
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Timestamp: 12th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Sypha Kai's Cottage, Blade Island
_______________________________
-The evening of the first quarter moon left the illuminated sphere a half glow in the black sky.
Sypha Kai remained jobless with a few golden mizas to his name. The type of work he did often
came with ups and downs, so it wasn't something he was getting nervous about. He had lived
on the upscale during his younger days with his parents, and now he was living poorly, but
maintaining his secluded lifestyle. The time would come when he could form a suitable
alliance with to achieve his goals, but for now he would do better solo.
-The Eypharian stood near the bank of the splitting river that divided Kenash's multiple
islands, those caliginous pools of brown quitely watching the half moon's glow reflecting off
the calm watery surface. Sypha never got too close to the edge for there were too many dangers
that lurked beneath the surface. He also could not swim. You would think having multiple
arms would be an advantage, but he never had a need to learn living in the hot sands. The
differences of Kenash compared to his homeland were like night and day. Sypha still wasn't
fully use to life here amoungst these wretched Humans.
-He had abandoned face wrap for this evening's session, leaving it within the safety of his
raised cottage. There was no one back in this area anyway, for it was his own backyard.
His meditative state kept his six foot frame standing like he was made of stone, his
thoughts a swarm of internal images and voices as he allowed himself to lose all focal
points. He could hear his Father's voice in the chaos, and now he focused, wanting
desperately to hear what he had to say. He left him too early in his life, and now he
was filled with nothing but silent questions on how to proceed. A loud feminine
cry broke his fragile concentration, then the loud laughter of a group of trill seekers
heading for the Midnight Market followed.
-Petching Humans. His Father's voice was lost in the maelstrom of memories. His
upper hands, one gloved and one branded, rose to his head with a frustrated sigh.
His lithe fingers slid slowly between his choppy unkept hair, sending waves of brown
and red into a greater mess. The few strands of scarlet , decorated with smooth
glass beads, fell gently back against the side of his semblance after his hands had
passed thru. The release of steel cut into the warm night air, like an unexpected
yet satisfying sensation or emotion. His lower pair of leather bound hands had
released his loose peace knots, which then allowed the flashy release of recently
sharpened metal.
-Completing a few whirling revolutions with the short blades, his lower hands
relinquished their grip upon either hilt. Sypha Kai's upper hands took possession
of the contrasting swords, once again working his wrists in languid circles,
spinning them carefully in a lazy manner. He was not as good as his Father use
to be, a man he remembered who could put on a show with flips and fancy
patterns. Sypha would be able to do it in time, it would just take some
dedication and patience. Both were qualities he had already exhibited during
his stay in the swamplands.
-His left blade, crafted with the essence of a Benshira enemy, slashed from
left to rigth into a strait horizontal line. The right blade, chilled like the body
of an evil wraith, followed swiftly after in a powerful overhand chop. The
Mercenary's left upper hand then drew back as that downward chop
completed its swing, positioning his slender wrists right beside each other.
Not a second later the swing was reversed, but with both short swords in
a deep upward double slash that took much strength to accomplish. The
ending result brought too much momentum upward, which Sypha then
transfered to an acrobatic spin, outstretching his armed appendages
like a windmind of swords.
-Stormform-
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