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[Antinous Training Grounds] The Physical, the Metaphysical

Postby Joris Mevelk on May 15th, 2014, 3:09 am

53rd of Spring, 514 AV


A cold metallic gauntlet curled around steel wrapped in leather, the dagger hilt gleaming in the light as it shifted ever so. The other gauntlet’s fingers shifted and flexed as the owner of both, a tall dark haired man, stared at the training dummy before him with certain intensity in his gaze. The Mage Knight known as Joris Mevelk shifted the pommel of his dagger in his hand, reversing the grip he held upon it in preparation for today’s exercise. He had wondered as of late how he could combine the use of his Projection and his martial skills into something that might very well make him more useful at closer ranges. Today was the day he found out.

Joris slipped his free hand into the pocket of the armored robes he wore, the usual place he put Projected arms in order to prevent them flinging all over the place. Next the tall man focused deep within himself, grasping at the strands of his Djed and plucking at them. He pulled at the very tapestry of his being and focused it towards yielding a response upon his very soul, focusing the action needed response towards his left arm. His face became a mask of concentration as he worked upon the weave of his Djed, his mind devoted to the task at hand.

Slowly he willed the Astral that commanded his left hand to begin to unravel from the physical limb of flesh and bone. The tall man focused upon the larger joints of the limb and moved it outwards from there to the extremities, willing the limb to be projected outwards. The process itself took a few chimes to complete as it was the slower but safer way to handle the process of detachment, the strands of his Djed working upon the process as needed. The limb slowly began to dislodge from his physical body, the ghostly limb rising as feeling began to depart from his left arm.

A splash of euphoric bliss shivered down his spine as the part of his Astral body detached from his physical, rendering the arm itself limp and useless. Joris himself took control of the part of his Astral, flexing his new ethereal fingers in the air experimentally before curling its hand into a fist. The Mage Knight then moved the limb towards the training dummy, holding up his dagger and falling into a crouch with his legs spread apart. He glared at the dummy as if it had insulted Sylir himself with its presence and spat upon the honor of the Knighthood.

He tugged at the strands of the stretched Astral limb first, his Projected fist slamming into the side of the dummy with all the force he could muster with Projection. He lunged forward a bit awkwardly due to the weight of his armor and his limp arm within his pocket. Joris stabbed at the dummy, planting his blade into the chest of straw and cloth before jumping back with the same awkwardness as before. He lashed out with his Projected arm again, the impacts upon the dummy seeming to come from no visible source to be seen.

He stepped in again, this time moving his dagger downwards in a slashing motion across the dummy’s belly. There was very little skill to be seen in how he moved his dagger this way and that, no artistry or finesse. It was reflective of his skill with the weapon being just barely passable, in fact Joris often joked that he was more likely to cut himself with the weapon than not. Not exactly a good thing for a knight to admit but there it was. Which was why he was here, to correct this flaw.
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[Antinous Training Grounds] The Physical, the Metaphysical

Postby Joris Mevelk on May 15th, 2014, 3:10 am

Signals were sent along the pathways of his Projected limb, commanding it to draw back and lash out as it cuffed against the dummy’s face. It drew back as Joris stepped back in, stabbing away at the dummy with recklessness clear in the style. He reversed his grip upon the weapon and slashed at the dummy once again as he stepped back, his projected fist being launched at it as he did. The blow impacted with no source visible, the limb drawing back to hover beside Joris as he hopped forward a bit and almost lost his center of balance as he did so.

Mobility it appeared would be key in his style of combat, besides his Astral body the man had little to no defenses against enemies. This meant he would need to move in quick and fast in order to deal with opponents, moving out just as quickly. The issue was that he was dressed in heavier armor, not quite as heavy as the majority of knights but enough to where it hindered his movement. If he were in his normal civilian clothing then this would not be much of a problem. However he was finding that he needed to compensate for the armor more than he had initially thought.

He willed his Projected hand to shift its fingers out of a fist and next smacked the dummy’s chest with his palm, fingers curled ever so. He drew it back out and curled it back up into a fist, smashing it into the side of the straw dummies dead. The actions were of course taxing upon his Djed, keeping the Astral body out from his own sapped him of the precious energy. Not to mention there was a certain strain upon his limb the more he used it, rather like there might be with a physical muscle.

Joris stepped in again, this time slashing first before smashing the Projected fist into the place where the dummy’s jaw might have been. The tall man then moved to the side of the dummy, slowly reversing his grip upon his dagger and nearly dropping it in the process. From here he drew in closer and wrapped an arm around the side of the thing’s neck, sliding the blade into its side easily as he cut through the cloth and straw. He twisted it ever so before stepping out once again, willing his Astral limb to lash out once again.

Between the casting and the physical exertion Joris was finding that fighting like this drained him twice as fast, as his energy was constantly being drained by two separate sources. An interesting thing to note, something he filed away for a later date and more experimentation. He was constantly learning new things about his magic and the way it connected to him, how it functioned and how it could apply to the physical world in such a way. The more he learned, the more he grew, the more he grew the more powerful he would become.

Joris stepped back in again, reversing his grip on his blade as his Projected fist connected with the dummy’s side. The blade was forced through the side of the cloth neck, stabbing in a few times before the Mage Knight stepped back again with another signal being sent along his Astral to smack into its head. His punches were not exactly the most forceful things in the world at current, but Joris was learning more and more how in increase the power of each one. That and their distractive potential added in his favor.
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[Antinous Training Grounds] The Physical, the Metaphysical

Postby Joris Mevelk on May 15th, 2014, 3:11 am

Again his ethereal limb drew back, this time slamming into the stomach of the dummy as Joris stepped out again. His breathing was heavy by this point; sweat upon his brow and across his body as he exerted himself. The man hopped forward towards the training dummy once more, slashing and stabbing as he could though one would note that by now his arm was a little slower in its movements. The same held true for his projected limb, the next punch delivered to the training dummy was not nearly as forceful as it had once been.

Opting to change it up, as Joris stepped out again he willed his projected arm to stretch around back behind him and curl its ethereal fingers around the dagger. The arm lifted it, giving the dagger the appearance of hovering in the air and moving before him. The thing moved forward with the blade, plunging the weapon into the dummy over and over again. This was what he normally did, used the dagger in his projected hand to attack his opponent. It was effective as there was no opponent for the foe to attack that was close by, which meant they were open no matter the defenses.

The blade was brought slashing down across a cloth chest, the movements of his astral body obviously more rough than if he had been attacking with his physical body. However this was the style Joris typically adopted for a reason, it was effective and was practical even if it was not fancy. The dark haired man preferred it really, but it was focused around the idea that he would have the opportunity to attack a foe from a distance. Sometimes there just was not that chance unfortunately, so one needed to be on guard as best they were able.

The Projected limb stretched to circle around behind the practice dummy, the blade hovering in the air as it was held by intangible fingers. Swiftly as he was able he lashed out with the limb, the blade being stabbed into the small of the black. It was taken out only to be continually stabbed in the same region, occasionally slashing where it could and twisting as directed. The casting euphoria washed over his mind as he worked the strands of his magic; though he could feel the exhaustion building up in the Projected limb the more he used it.

Idly the tall man wondered if this thing might be better served if he could wield a dagger in each Projected hand, stabbing away with twice the power. It seemed like a sound theory and perhaps it would be something to pursue after he got the hang of just handling a single dagger. With this in mind the tall man willed his Projected limb to draw closer to him once again, taking the hilt of the blade in his hand once more as he prepared for another round.
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[Antinous Training Grounds] The Physical, the Metaphysical

Postby Joris Mevelk on May 15th, 2014, 3:12 am

A slow and clumsy Projected fist hit the side of the straw dummy, the movements of the limb becoming more sluggish as time went on and the effects of the training session were clear upon Joris. Sweat slickened his fingers as he handled the blade in them, the cold metal slashing against the sack dummy as straw exited from the wounded thing. He stabbed into it next, slowly willing his Projected fist to draw back and then hit the practice dummy in the stomach. He lashed out with his dagger next, cutting deeply into the thing’s right arm.

Finally he opted to just call it here, with the amount of stress upon his Astral Joris did not feel comfortable with leaving his Astral body out from his physical body any longer. His breathing was heavy and sweat poured from him due to the combinations of drain upon him, so he opted to lose at least one of them for the moment. He grasped control the strands of his Djed and willed the ethereal limb to slowly being to ravel back up into his physical one off blood and flesh. Gods he needed to rest after he finished the attachment process.

Slowly he willed the limb to lock back into place in his left arm, starting from the extremities before working his way inwards towards the joints. Feel started to return slowly but surely to his physical arm and Joris felt gladdened for it though he still could not so much as twitch his fingers. The Astral body was the thing that allowed him to move his body, that layer of his soul that let him actually interact with the world around him. It made his Djed superior to the Djed of those that could not interact with the world in such a manner.

After a couple more chimes the last joint was locked back into place and his Astral body had returned in full to his physical one. Joris slowly withdrew the newly reattached limb and flexed his gauntleted fingers, synchronization returning to him quickly enough. He sometime forgot the difference between his physical form and his Astral, that there were things one could achieve while the other could not. His actual hands still possessed finer motor skills than his Projected ones, however his Projected ones were less likely to be harmed by others.

He needed to protect his physical body, if he lost a limb then he would lose the ability to project that corresponding limb. As such it was important to learn the dagger for closer range combat, to avoid the possibility that he could lose his arm. Projection could very well permanently cripple parts of his body, but it also required those parts in order to properly function. It amused the Mage Knight to some degree, but it was also a sobering fact that his magic was indeed rather fragile. It was very powerful on its own, but since it was contained within his body it required that same body to exist.

Joris sheathed his dagger as his side and allowed his armored shoulders to slump, his breathing still rather heavy and now that the casting euphoria was starting to die down he could feel a headache pounding at his skull. The tall man let out a ragged sigh, stepping away from the training dummy and opting to head out of the Training Grounds. Tomorrow he had a patrol in the Bazaar, nice and leisurely hopefully however if not his magic would hopefully handle any difficulties easily enough.
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[Antinous Training Grounds] The Physical, the Metaphysical

Postby Radiant on May 15th, 2014, 2:44 pm

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Joris :
Experience
Skill XP Earned
Observation +2 XP
Projection +3 XP
Weapon: Dagger +3 XP
Acrobatics +1 XP
Endurance +1 XP


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Lore Earned
Combat: Mixing Projection With Physical Techniques
Personal Magic: Knowing When To Stop Casting Is Very Important


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+3 Shield Points


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Woho! Expert Projection! Congrats, Joris! On the path to being a True Knight!

Enjoy your grades! :D


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