He just had to get out.... he could no longer take being confined inside the city during this abysmal season. The weather was constantly gloomy, the dark clouds in the sky instilling that feeling within ones mind and the rain served only to reinforce it. What made it worse was he completed and utter boredom the brawler felt while being trapped inside the walls after the day's training ended. He needed out of the city if only for a bit, not caring for the chance of getting stuck in bed with a cold.
He decided the best place to get some 'fresh air ' was the beach, where the sea simply roared as the waves crashed against the shore, it was as if Laviku and Zulrav were having am argument about something and both were too stubborn to shut up about it. Now, sure one would wonder what Kreig would be doing there to pass the time while the rain drenched his armour and the clothing beneath it? Well, he was training his sword skills of course..... yes, he was swinging around that hunk of steel called a longsword around, the very same thing he often did at the Keep's training ground, even after training hours under the same abysmal weather.
Well, at least his patron would praise him for his dedication if she knew of his current whereabouts. He swung the blade around, a horizontal swing from left to right then following it up with a vertical slash downwards as he stepped forwards and ended it with vertical swing upwards as he took another step......only for the blade to fly from his hands as the wet grip slipped through his hands, took a lovely spin through the air and landed gently on the sand behind him "Wonderful....." He thought sardonically as he turned to look a the blade, trudging through the wet sand, which really was more accurately mud, pickded up the damnable thing and wiped off the confounded muck of the hilt and blade.
He resumed taking a battle stance as he resumed performing his sword drills, it was annoying really.... but despite the irritation Kreig still felt it was better than being cooped up. Surd the rain made it more difficult to hold his sword, the mud was definitely harder to move in than solid ground as he tripped a couple of times and had the stuff dirty his clothes and armour... but it was training in adverse conditions, which means whenever he face a battle situation in conditions similar to these he would at least be more prepared.
He supposed the only thing he had to dread was that the dorm matrons will be giving him greif for dragging mud all over the place, force him to bathe and then lecture him some more after he was done 'Maybe I should stay out later tonight....' He quickly shook his head at the thought as then they would lecture him even more, in fact Sera Natasha would be joining in on it. With a sigh he swung the trusted the blade forward, suddenly losing his footing and finding himself once more, only this time face first, into the damnable mud.
'.....If I didn't have common sense, I'd be cursing one of the gods out by now' The brawler thought as he picked himself up, wiped the mud off his eyes and.....quite obviously resumed training.
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He decided the best place to get some 'fresh air ' was the beach, where the sea simply roared as the waves crashed against the shore, it was as if Laviku and Zulrav were having am argument about something and both were too stubborn to shut up about it. Now, sure one would wonder what Kreig would be doing there to pass the time while the rain drenched his armour and the clothing beneath it? Well, he was training his sword skills of course..... yes, he was swinging around that hunk of steel called a longsword around, the very same thing he often did at the Keep's training ground, even after training hours under the same abysmal weather.
Well, at least his patron would praise him for his dedication if she knew of his current whereabouts. He swung the blade around, a horizontal swing from left to right then following it up with a vertical slash downwards as he stepped forwards and ended it with vertical swing upwards as he took another step......only for the blade to fly from his hands as the wet grip slipped through his hands, took a lovely spin through the air and landed gently on the sand behind him "Wonderful....." He thought sardonically as he turned to look a the blade, trudging through the wet sand, which really was more accurately mud, pickded up the damnable thing and wiped off the confounded muck of the hilt and blade.
He resumed taking a battle stance as he resumed performing his sword drills, it was annoying really.... but despite the irritation Kreig still felt it was better than being cooped up. Surd the rain made it more difficult to hold his sword, the mud was definitely harder to move in than solid ground as he tripped a couple of times and had the stuff dirty his clothes and armour... but it was training in adverse conditions, which means whenever he face a battle situation in conditions similar to these he would at least be more prepared.
He supposed the only thing he had to dread was that the dorm matrons will be giving him greif for dragging mud all over the place, force him to bathe and then lecture him some more after he was done 'Maybe I should stay out later tonight....' He quickly shook his head at the thought as then they would lecture him even more, in fact Sera Natasha would be joining in on it. With a sigh he swung the trusted the blade forward, suddenly losing his footing and finding himself once more, only this time face first, into the damnable mud.
'.....If I didn't have common sense, I'd be cursing one of the gods out by now' The brawler thought as he picked himself up, wiped the mud off his eyes and.....quite obviously resumed training.
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