Completed [Training Ground]Elements and Daggers

[Joris Mevelk]

54th of Spring, 514 AV The day found Mage Knight Joris Mevelk once more at the Antinous Training Ground, the sounds of mock battle sounding out around him as squires and knights alike drilled themselves endlessly. Today he was dressed in his knightly attire, which consisted of an armored robe with a breastplate underneath it. It was bulky and rather restricting to movement and weighed heavily upon his shoulders but the tall man could appreciate its practical worth as standing between him and a blade. Upon the collar of the blue armored robes was a silver sword pin, denoting his rank as being that of a Knight of the Syliran Order. Currently Joris was applying Glyphs to his arms to better facilitate the process of his Projection, preparing for today’s round of practice. He sat off to the side, his posture a little awkward due to the armor upon him but it did not overly interfere with the process of his Glyphing here today. His tiny brush moved across the palm of his right hand, moving in a swirling motion to create a vortex like Glyph that resembled a whirlpool. This was his Focus Glyph, which he normally placed upon his limbs that he was intending to project. He took his time with the Glyph itself, making certain not to mess up and turn it into a messy scrawl upon his hand. From his palm he started laying more Focus Glyphs upon the joints of his fingers up his open hand, tiny swirling vortexes being teased out. His brush strokes were far from perfect, but the fact he was handling a tiny detail brush made the process a little easier. Joris’ face was a mask of concentration as he worked, dark eyes following the movements of his brush and scanning over each completed Glyph. The Glyphs were to channel his magic through them, making the process of attachment and detachment that much more easy for him. The Glyphs were worked up all along his right arm as well, especially along each and every joint as that were detachment originated from when it was used slowly and ponderously. Once he finished his right arm the tall man started upon his left hand, starting again with the palm of his hand and then creating more Focus Glyphs outwards from there. For him this was akin to last minute stretching before a physical exertion, making certain that the body did not cramp up during exercise. Except that with magic, cramps could very well spell disaster for the wizard in question. Once he was finished with his work Joris set aside his brush and inkwell, admiring the magical symbols with his appraising dark eyes. The Mage Knight was pleased with the work; these would most certainly serve to assist him in this endeavor. Then again, his only opponent today would be a training dummy, so perhaps it was not exactly overly necessary to get worked up over. Joris sighed, another single sparring session for him it appeared, just as well as he certainly did not need help from others to do his petching job. “Mage Knight?” The inquiry came from the side, the voice feminine. Joris started slightly, turning his gaze to look up at a rather attractive young dark haired woman, her eyes boring into his own before moving to glance over the Glyphs on his arms. In her hand was a blunted curved sword and as his own eyes looked her over he noted Glyphs working up her fingers and also no insignia of rank. Which meant that he was looking at both a squire and a fellow mage, an odd mix to run into out here on the Training Grounds. Maybe that might be something to use to his advantage though, at least in avoiding another solo training session. “That would be me. Ser Joris Mevelk at your service, how can I help you squire?” The tall man inquired, his trademark smirk creasing his face. She raised an eyebrow, as though finding it a bit difficult to believe him a proper Knight which might have earned a scowl from other knights but from Joris it just earned a chuckle. He knew he looked quite different from most expectations with his messy short hair looking like he had just gotten out of bed, contrasting his well-trimmed goatee. His body was not exactly at the same peak as other knights, though it was certainly indicative of some exercise or at least enduring holding armor upon his body. Fortunately the robes added a bit of extra bulk. “Lilly Grant. Mage Squire. Pleasure to meet you, Ser Joris. So what else might you practice beyond Glyphing? Can’t imagine that is all you do.” The woman inquired, fairly forward and confident rather like Joris himself. “Well, maybe I could trouble you for a spar Lilly. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine eh? We both walk away with something for it.” The tall man said as he stood to his full height and rolled his shoulders, winking at the squire. She seemed to think it over for a moment, as though unsure of how wise it was to give away her abilities to another mage so easily. However the Mage Squire flashed him a brilliant smile and gave him a wink of her own. Joris found himself immediately liking the young woman, if nothing else she seemed to want to learn a bit more about the arcane and she appeared confident. That went far in the Mage Knight’s book, plus the view she gave him walking away was nice as even in lighter armor she made certain to flaunt her femininity to him. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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Both combatants took their positions opposite each other, a few meters distance between the two of them as both adopted ready stances. Joris’ hands were stuffed into the pockets of his robes, a seemingly nonchalant motion actually there to allow for his arms to avoid simply hanging limply at his sides. Lilly meanwhile brought up her blade in one hand and held another off to the side, prompting Joris to attempt to use this lull to start working his own magic. It would not take long for her to close the distance when she opted to make a move, it would be better for him if he could get his arms projected before that. Joris focused within himself, plucking at the strands of his Djed and attempting to manipulate that thing that made him unique to him. Within his boots he started wriggling his toes a bit in place of his hands as he predicted he would need both, using the movements as his gestures for this casting. The Mage Knight forced the energy towards his Astral, commanding both of his arms to loosen their hold upon their Astral parts. He started the unraveling process from the joints and then moved it further outwards, dark eyes focused upon Lilly as he started the detach his Astral and his eyes widened with what he saw. Around her outstretched hand a strange gaseous substance started to radiate, her face a mask of purest concentration as she was clearly working her magic. Joris was completely ignorant to what it might be, but it certainly appeared to take a bit of effort to call upon. He used this to his advantage and continued to unravel his Astral Body from his arms, the limbs starting to lose feeling and begin to go limp within the pockets. After another chime his limbs were fully detached from his arms, the ethereal fingers stretching and flexing in the air not a moment too soon. Lilly had gathered a sizable amount of the strange gassy substance and was moving it towards him, the tall man stumbling backwards a little bit as this disrupted his concentration. He held up his Astral arms out before the gas and attempted to strike it or push it away, failing to do so as the substance merely passed through them unimpeded. Joris was not exactly prepared to handle this strange and new magic, he had no idea how he was supposed to defend himself from a gas of all things. The pulses of Djed sent up along his astral paths to signal actions were delayed due to his surprise, which turned out to be his undoing. The gassy substance moved close towards him and she smirked, clenching her free hand into a fist and suddenly the gas turned into a wall of air that pushed back at him with great force. Joris grunted and was forced back onto his back, his command to his physical limbs to try and break the fall being sent along to his Astral limbs instead as their flailed uselessly in the air. The Mage Knight landed on his back with a thud that was followed by a dazed groan, her magic having incapacitated him rather easily enough and she chuckled over this. The tall man shook his head, trying to sort out exactly what had happened to him and how her magic had knocked him over so quickly and effectively. However it appeared that Lilly was quickly planning to take advantage of his unfortunate position, with his arms limp he could not easily push himself to his feet and would need a little dexterity to pull it off. Meanwhile his opponent was advancing on him quickly, sword in hand and a competitive glint in her eyes.

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Joris needed to think quickly to avoid losing this round, so he quickly seized control back of his Astral limbs and moved one closer to his body as he pulled the other back a bit. This ethereal limb he aimed at one of her ankles as she advanced, gripping it and using a little push of all his projected strength to trip up Lilly. The Mage Squire gasped as she fell forward, suddenly tripped up by an invisible force and Joris was quick to use this to his advantage as he maneuvered his body to get to his feet. It was rather awkward task with no arms and being covered in armor, but after one failed attempt he managed to get up and put a bit of distance between he and his opponent. “Petching Hai!” She cursed as she scrambled to her feet and held up her blade, adopting a combat stance. Joris meanwhile moved his Astral limb closest to him into the folds of his armored robes, producing the blunted dagger and willing it to float in the air before him. He smirked slightly at Lilly’s look of pure surprise as the dagger danced in the air before him, the added weight adding to the strain on the limb naturally but it would be rather useful. She regarded it warily, swallowing visibly as she was confronted with something Joris himself had been not moments ago, the unknown and the strange. The Mage Knight’ face became a mask of the purest concentration, focusing upon keeping the casting up. Tactics, he needed to think tactics in this particular situation in order to best Lilly Grant for he could bet she knew how to use that sword and if she got close to him with it then he was finished. So he needed to keep her busy and at a distance away from him, the dark haired man thus launched forward his dagger wielding arm while keeping his non-dagger wielding arm near to Lilly. Odds were that if he could keep her busy with the dagger, he might be able to get her to slip up and get in a few good hits. At least that was the hope going into this. Lilly swung wildly into the air before her at the dagger, sidestepping the weapon being launched at her however she was soon surprised by it merely turning over in the air and launching back. Again she dodged and this time Joris did the same thing he had done previously and used his free Astral limb to trip her up mid dodge. An undignified squeak came from her lips as she feel over again, the Projectionist using the opportunity to stab downwards with his dagger at her. The woman rolled to the side, avoiding the blow barely and getting to her feet as she stared at both it and Joris warily. The Mage Knight felt pleasure from the casting, each pulse of Djed being spent in the casting sent tingles up his spine and a slight sigh escaped from him. This was a good start; it was not often that Joris could actually practice against a living person. Dummies were poor things to practice against when looking for actual live and practical practice; the dark haired man was pleased that Lilly had been willing to assist him. Though he also wondered if perhaps she was regretting that decision as she was obviously bewildered by the magic he was using. Joris had no intention of letting her get her bearings and launched the dagger at her again, forcing her further back through at this distance he now had a bit of a half tick delay in his movements. Of course, the further away he was forced to move his Astral body the more difficult it became. It increased the delay of the signals, and also increased the strain upon his limbs to require more Djed. The Mage Knight focused upon the limbs, keeping focus upon his Astral.

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“Nice trick there, Ser Joris. How are, ah, you making the petching dagger move with your mind?” Lilly inquired, dodging another launching of the dagger at her. Joris allowed a smirk to fall over his lips as the woman moved backwards, further increasing the distance but also making it incredibly difficult to call upon her own powers. Considered what he had just dealt with he would take that little trade off, if she could not summon that gas then he would be more than pleased with dealing with a bit of a delay. Joris kept up with the tactic he was using previously, tripping up the Mage Squire once again and earning a frustrated curse from her as she attempted to fight off the dagger dancing in the air. “It’s called Projection, Lilly dear. I am not moving it around with my mind; I am moving it around with my Astral body.” The dark haired Knight explained to the woman as he sent another signal out along the dagger wielding limb. The limb forced the dagger downwards towards the ground, this time managing to score a glancing blow against the Mage Squire’s shoulder as she jerked herself out of the way. She clamored to her feet and eyed the dagger warily as it danced before her almost mockingly; Joris was rather enjoying himself in a proper spar. This technique was so very simplistic, but at the same time extremely effective as he could imagine one without Lilly’s combat training might very well be dead already in a real fight. The tall man swallowed as he spent more of his Djed, a sheen of sweat starting to form over his brow from the exercise. “What about you, Lilly? What was that magic you called upon earlier in the spar? How did you call upon it?” The Mage Knight questioned as he sent the dagger slashing at her downwards. “That? It’s called Reimancy, Ser Joris. Let’s me manipulate the elements. The gas was called res and its, ah, what is turned into the element.” She answered, leaping back away from the dagger and attempting to run at Joris. The Mage Knight sent a signal out along the limb he had been using to trip her up, this time the delay costing him a precious tick as he was forced back a step. The Astral fingers wrapped around her ankle again and pushed to force her to trip once again, a loud and frustrated string of profanities exiting from her lips as she scrambled to avoid the dagger that was surely coming. They went back to their silence, focusing instead on beating each other in this combat. Joris himself was still attempting to keep the woman on guard and away from him, but Lilly was obviously catching on and she seemed to be noticing the delay period now that was coming with the use of the dagger. The Mage Knight wanted to switch up his tactics, but unfortunately the Mage Squire was denying him that option, forcing him to continue it through her actions. He was being outplayed and unless he could figure something out right fast he was likely going to falter in this fight as his Astral limbs were already feeling heavier the more he used them.

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Joris sent another pulse of Djed along his dagger wielding limb, the ethereal limb now delayed by a full tick before it turned around and was launched towards Lilly. This time the movement was slower and more ponderous and the woman had no problem sidestepping it. Beads of sweat rolled down the brow of both combatants, their breathing heavy from this practice session but neither was willing to give in just yet. The Mage Knight in particular felt that he could win this, he just needed to take advantage of her own exhaustion. He plucked the strands of his Djed, willing his projected limb to come at her again with the dagger, however this time she did not merely dodge. The blunted curved sword in her hands moved in a flash, knocking the blade from his ethereal fingers and casting it aside on the ground. Joris knew what was coming next, moving his other hand to trip her up again but this time it proved to be his undoing as Lilly had clearly pondered over this action. As she fell forward she threw out her hand towards Joris, a strange liquid substance that was the same color of the gassy substance she had called res heading towards him. The liquid was transmuted into a clearer liquid which splashed upon the Mage Knight’s face and eyes and distracted him as he shook his head and blinked rapidly to clear his eyes. This distraction was all that Lilly needed to take advantage of, and soon she was upon him as she barreled her shoulder into the man’s armored gut. Joris toppled over with a loud grunt and a curse, his head hitting the ground hard and dazing him as well as disrupting his control over the casting and resulting in the Astral limbs hanging uselessly in the air once more without proper signals or commands. The Mage Knight shook his head slightly and found an added weight upon his torso, looking up he noted that Lilly had mounted him and had her blunted sword at his throat to symbolize her victory in this little spar. His dark eyes darted to his dagger lying a ways away, only for her to press her weapon closer upon his throat. “I do believe, that is a win for me Ser Joris. Wouldn’t you say?” She inquired, her chest heaving up and down just like Joris’ own. “Well, it certainly looks that way, Squire Lilly. You certainly have me in an unfortunate enough position to where I can’t exactly escape without getting my throat cut. So, in not so many words then I suppose you do win this round eh?” The man acceded, his dark eyes roving over her armored form for a moment before returning to her face with a tired grin. This admission of defeat seemed to satisfy Lilly as she got off of him and wobbled over to the side where Joris had initially been sitting before the fight. The Mage Squire then promptly sat down, gulping down air as if it was a scarce thing just as Joris was currently doing. For Joris however he still needed to handle one thing before this could safely be over, his Astral limbs were still outside of his body so they needed to be attached so he could actually take back control of his arms. He couldn’t just leave them hanging limply into his pockets after all.

[Joris Mevelk]

The Mage Knight took control of his Projected limbs back, pulses of Djed signaling the limbs to return and to come closer towards him. Their movement was slow and ponderous and they were much more difficult to move than they had been initially, the exertion having made them feel positively leaden in weight even though they were weightless. Slowly the moved back towards his body, the expenditure of Djed sending thrills of pleasure through his mind that he pushed aside. Now was not the time to succumb to casting euphoria. The words of his mentor came through that this point, a remembrance of lessons in the past regarding Projection. As for as he knew it was rather difficult to properly or drastically overgive in Projection, for the very reason that the limbs eventually reacted like actual arms. They became tired and would be more difficult to manipulate and delay peroids would develop and become longer and longer. The real danger was in tearing and damaging the Astral body, which could cause nerve damage or loss of control over the corresponding limb through poor or hasty Attachment and Detachment. The Astral Limbs returned to him and slowly Joris willed the Limbs to return to their rightful spots, starting at the outer extremities and raveling it back up from there. The process was a long once, but it was better to be absolutely certain the limbs were locked back into place properly than it was to risk poor Attachment. Safety had been drilled again and again into his brain, that if he was not careful he could very well end up crippling himself. Joris was not in any hurry to be discharged from the Knights due to injury, so he took his time and focused upon doing it right. The final joint was locked into place after a couple more chimes and the Mage Knight could feel the feeling in his hand return to him. He raised his hands from his pockets and stood up, immediately regretting doing so as; in combination with the fall and the casting he was now sporting a splitting headache. The man cursed softly, earning a chuckle from the woman seated a couple of meters away which was shot an annoyed and pained glare. The spar had been informative most certainly but it had taken quite a bit out of him to fight an opponent like Lilly, and she was still only a squire. What did that say about him; the tall man wondered bitterly as he slowly attempted to get to his feet and wobbled over to where Lilly was. He seated himself next to the squire and took out his waterskin, drinking deeply of it and grateful for the lukewarm liquid moistening his dry lips and tongue. He came out of it gasping for air again, offering it to Lilly who accepted it with a grateful look. “Well, that was certainly fun. We should try that again at some point, Lilly dear. What do you think? Interested in a rematch later? Maybe learn a bit more about Projection eh?” The man inquired. “Yeah, I think we could do that. Assuming you think you can keep up, Ser Magic Hands.” The mage squire answered with a nod, handing him back the waterskin. Joris offered her a grin and simply sat back, resting in silence as he observed other drills and training sessions upon the Antinous Training Grounds. Today had been quite informative, if exhausting as he trained with a rather talented Squire. If anything Lilly Grant had piqued his interest in this new magic known as reimancy, which she described as being able to control the elements. That was quite a potent thing all things considered. He wondered how his projection might measure up to it in their future bouts to come.

[Radiant]

Joris :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+3 XP
Socialization	+1 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP
Glyphing	+1 XP
Drawing	+1 XP
Projection	+5 XP
Weapon: Dagger	+4 XP
Endurance	+2 XP
Tactics	+2 XP
Acrobatics	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: Antinous Training Grounds

Lilly Grant: Reimancer Mage-Squire

Glyphing: To Assist In Projection Detachment And Reattachment Process

Reimancy: Res Substance

Reimancy: Personal Magic To Control The Elements

Projection: Tripping

Projection: Wielding A Dagger

Nickname: Ser "Magic Hands"

Loots

+5 Shield Points

Notes :

Another awesome solo, Joris! Enjoy your grades, Ser "Magic Hands"!

My radiance is not bright enough?

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