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Aoren tests for Kuvan status.

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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[Tuvya Sasaran] A Test of Strength

Postby Aoren on May 30th, 2015, 11:09 pm

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17th of Spring, 515 AV
Late Morning

Syna hung in the sky, her golden light washing over the city of Riverfall bringing out the colors in the stonework in the buildings. Aoren walked wearing only a pair of light linen pants tucked into his boots with his leather vest. The day was warm affording some freedom when it came to attire. Draped across his shoulders was the iron quarterstaff that had become his weapon of choice in days of late. He was making his way through the streets of Riverfall toward the one place that he should have gone to the moment he’d arrived in the city.

The Citizenship, Housing and Labor Aid Office.

It was a curious notion to Aoren having to prove himself in combat in order to acquire citizenship among the denizens of Riverfall. It was not that he didn’t understand the concept behind it. It was merely curious. Given that in order to be accepted among the Drykas it was mandated that he be bonded to one of the Striders, he supposed every city in all the world had its strange customs. Zeltiva had certainly been a far cry from the sheltered walls of Syliras. For as much order had been present in the city there had been just as much random chaos. A facet of life he had never truly had to deal with under the protection of the knighthood.

As he came upon the imposing structure that made even he, standing heads higher than most and having spent the whole of his life honing the strength of his body, felt a little intimidated. The Akalak were a people of strength who were imposing to look at and even more frightening to witness in battle. At least that is what Aoren had heard. He had never really had the privilege of seeing one of the sons of Wysar and Akajia in actual combat. While he had certainly trained with several Akalak, he had never seen them unleashing the full breadth of their prowess in a life or death situation. Still, he could certainly imagine what it must have been like.

There was a line of people once he stepped inside. Each of them was approaching the attendants in turn. When Aoren’s turn finally came he met the calm gaze of a friendly enough looking Akalak. The man gave the Drykas a smile. His eyes went several places in short order. First there was recognition of the mark spiraling across the right side of his face. There really was no mistaking the opalescent sheen of one of Rak’keli’s gnosis marks. The second were the elaborate tattoos drawn upon the surface of Aoren’s skin along the right side of his body. Finally the man’s eyes grazed over the lily that rest upon the back of Aoren’s right hand. When the Akalak’s gaze returned to Aoren’s own he inclined his head.

Greetings. What can I do for you?” Aoren gave the Akalak a nod of his head in respect.

I’ve come to schedule my Kuvan trial.” There was a pause as the man reached for a sheet of parchment sliding forward an inkwell and pen as he did so.

Please fill this out.” Aoren swung the iron staff down from his shoulders letting it slide through the palm of his left hand. He rest it against his shoulder keeping it balanced in the crook as he quickly filled out the form.

Form :
Name: Aoren
Race: Drykas
Age: 24 Years
Competency In: Skilled in hand-to-hand fighting and use of the quarterstaff.
Expected Stay In Riverfall: Permanent resident.


The form finished, he slid it back to the Akalak who reviewed it quietly for a moment. With a nod he set the form aside.

Your trial will be held on the 26th at the eighth bell in the Tuvya Sasaran. Please do not be late.” Aoren inclined his head signaling his understanding before taking his leave of the office. He breathed a sigh as he thought on what lay ahead of him during his Kuvan trial. He knew that at the core they were merely looking to see whether or not he was proficient enough to defend himself or others. Part of him was glad that his trial hadn’t been scheduled for that very day. He didn’t know if he was entirely mentally ready. The day would certainly be spent preparing himself for what lay ahead.

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[Tuvya Sasaran] A Test of Strength

Postby Aoren on May 30th, 2015, 11:11 pm

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26th of Spring, 515 AV
Early Morning

Aoren had just finished tugging off his boots when the clearing of a throat caught his attention. He looked up to see his teacher, the Akalak warrior Zeklan standing with his arms folded over his chest. Aoren rose to his feet setting his boots in order with the others that rest at the entrance of the Tuvya Sasaran. He gave his teacher a respectful bow which was returned with a nod.

Good morning, Aoren.

Good morning, Teacher.” Aoren smiled despite the nervousness he could feel growing in his belly. He gave the Akalak a puzzled look. “I apologize but I am not here for a lesson today. I am here to be evaluated as to whether or not I am worthy of Kuvan status.”

Zeklan gave Aoren a nod motioning for him to follow the Akalak. Curious, Aoren did as he was bidden. As he walked through the training school he saw several other students with their instructors either one on one or in a group. He walked along with Zeklan until they reached a training room as per the usual of when Aoren visited. They were not alone in the room with another duo discussing the intricacies of having refined technique over brute strength. When the two of them reached the center of a mat, Zeklan performed an about face.

I will be evaluating you. Take up your stance, Aoren. We will begin immediately.” Aoren blinked at his teacher. The first time they had exchanged blows the Drykas had been defeated in mere moments. He couldn’t imagine that Zeklan was going to go any easier on him especially when he was being evaluated for an honor such as Kuvan status. The great Akalak quirked an eyebrow at Aoren who shook himself out of his momentary hesitation.

Yes, Teacher. I apologize. I wasn’t expecting that.” A smirk touched Zeklan’s face. He merely nodded. Aoren paid his respect to his teacher which was returned in kind. Both of them dropped into their respective stances immediately. He supposed that there was some benefit to being pitted against his teacher. He knew that Zeklan was fast. Incredibly fast. He was also quite strong which came as no surprise given the Akalak’s muscular physique. The Drykas began circling his opponent just as he would any other. He had no doubt that Zeklan would strike fast and hard. This time would be different though.

Aoren drew upon his djed pushing it to the forefront of his vision allowing his sight to pierce the veil of the mundane. The Akalak’s aura came into view and with it the outer most layer of his soul. Aoren had grown in his ability to observe the fluctuations in an aura. The whisper of the most basic surface information fluttered across his consciousness without much effort. Aoren looked deeper however. His concentration shifted briefly as Zeklan darted forward. Rather than face Zeklan who was at least a full foot taller than him, considerably stronger and heavier, Aoren ducked down rolling to the side dodging the forward assault.

He brought himself back up to his feet in short order twisting to face Zeklan once more. Still keyed to the Akalak’s aura, more subtle details began to reveal themselves to Aoren. Beyond the immense focus that Aoren could sense, he found feelings of hope, he found determination, he also found curiosity. His concentration on those aspects of Zeklan’s aura was jostled as once again the Akalak surged forward rushing Aoren. Immediately Aoren knew that by the stance of Zeklan’s body he wouldn’t get away with another widely evasive maneuver. It was expected of him now. Rather than try to evade Zeklan, Aoren drew upon another form of his djed opening his mind and body to the stream of power within his muscles. The djed Flux expanded outward through him and as the Akalak bared down upon Aoren, the Drykas met him head on.

Aoren rushed forward bringing up his left arm to meet the leg that was being swung toward his midriff. He planted one foot forward bracing himself by using his rear leg as support. He didn’t have enough time to truly redirect the flow of energy within his body while maintaining a hold on both his auristics and the djed Flux. When Zeklan’s leg slammed into Aoren’s arm the Drykas was very nearly toppled but he managed to keep himself upright. Not hesitating he coiled the energy within himself pushing it to the muscles in his right forearm as he jabbed outward toward Zeklan’s stomach. His fist met the wall of Zeklan’s forearms. He felt surprise ripple through the Akalak’s aura as the warrior was put off balance stumbling back slightly.

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[Tuvya Sasaran] A Test of Strength

Postby Aoren on May 30th, 2015, 11:13 pm

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Good. He wasn’t expecting the force of that punch.

Aoren released the mental hold he kept on the Flux allowing the energy within his forearm to dissipate and return to its natural flow. He did not fully withdraw from the river of himself however. There were two things to consider now. The first was that Zeklan was now going to be more cautious in opening himself up to direct impact. The second thing was that he would be more closely looking for keys to Aoren’s movements. The Drykas would be forced to adjust his approach accordingly. Aoren allowed Zeklan to recover before rushing forward redirecting a portion of the energy within his body down to his right leg.

At the space between himself and Zeklan closed Aoren came to a stop. Across his teacher’s aura he saw the ripple of something he couldn’t quite place. A surge of what could only be described as a resolute feeling born of a baser need to protect and defend. It spread outward through the Akalak’s aura but Aoren couldn’t pinpoint exactly what area the man intended to protect. Still, it didn’t stop him from swinging his leg upward and around coming in from the right. Zeklan braced himself easily enough. Aoren’s base strength was only being enhanced by the power of his Flux. Even then the Drykas only had the most rudimentary form of control over how much that strength was enhanced. It was still not equal to that of the Akalak’s. Nevertheless, Aoren found that through Zeklan’s aura there was a generally pleased feeling radiating from him.

Aoren was caught off guard by the fist that came rocketing forward straight for his stomach. He moved his arms up to block the blow catching Zeklan’s wrist between his forearms. The friction managed to slow the Akalak down enough so that when his fist impacted with Aoren’s stomach he wasn’t nearly as winded as he would have been otherwise. The Drykas’s hold on his Flux was lost. He just barely managed to keep a grip on the powers of Auristics. Dragging himself out of the shock that came with being hit so forcefully, Aoren dug for the strength in his own muscles tipping himself backward he kicked his leg out aiming for the Akalak’s foot. As he fell he gripped Zeklan’s arm intending to drag the warrior with him.

Zeklan must not have been expecting such a bold maneuver as he didn’t move his foot in time. Rather than fight the momentum however, the Akalak did something that Aoren wasn’t expecting. In a truly masterful display of strength and dexterity, Zeklak tumbled forward and over Aoren. He reversed the grip the Drykas had on his arm lifting Aoren up pulling him into the roll. The Seer suddenly found himself airborne. He struggled to recover from such a sudden experience but sailing through the air in an acrobatic, albeit unexpected one, maneuver wasn’t something he hadn’t done before. When Aoren found his center of gravity he twisted his body as soon as Zeklan released his arm. Aoren came down upon the mat rolling a foot or so before he managed to stop himself.

Pushing himself to his feet, Aoren moved as quickly as he was able to jump back into the fray of the sparring match. Zeklan’s aura rose in front of him. Once again the ripple across its surface caught his attention. This time, Aoren followed it as closely as he was able. He saw the need to move flick across the layer of Zeklan’s soul resting around his left arm. The meaning of that registered in Aoren’s brain just in time as he ducked down narrowly missing getting punched directly in the jaw. Zeklan quickly recovered but Aoren was ready for him this time having evaded the attack. He stuck outward landing a blow on the Akalak’s side. Zeklan countered with an elbow to Aoren’s thigh eliciting a surprised yelp from the Drykas.

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[Tuvya Sasaran] A Test of Strength

Postby Aoren on May 30th, 2015, 11:15 pm

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Aoren did not let up however. He pulled on his djed once more diving into the Flux within himself grabbing hold of the streams as best he could concentrating it into his left arm. Striking out, Aoren landed the flat of his palm against his opponent’s pectoral muscle. Zeklan was pushed back but Aoren did not let up. He dropped his legs sweeping them out but Zeklan jumped backward forming distance between the two. Aoren rolled into a kneeling position before rising to his feet. He studied the Akalak in front of him carefully. The hold he was maintaining on his auristics was still strong. Dotted with his use of the Flux however it was depleting his ability to keep up his full strength within the fight.

Still he had learned to recognize the surge of intent in Zeklan’s aura. At least in its rudimentary form. He wasn’t entirely certain that he’d be able to complete recognize the flow of intention again but it was a start. It was a start to something he hadn’t really expected to find. Aoren rushed forward and Zeklan did not try to evade him. Instead, Aoren felt iron resolution in his aura. He was determined. That made what Aoren was about to do both good and bad. Aoren steeled himself bracing his body for the blows he was about to receive.

He met the Akalak warrior head on going into a flurry of blows. As he jabbed outward with one arm he alternated bringing his opposite up to protect his abdomen. In these close quarters, Aoren was struck upon his lower abdomen, he was punched in the left shoulder, he managed to block a punch straight to his gut that would have doubled him over. As Aoren deflected a punch aimed at his chest he drew upon the reserves of djed that he could manage plunging into the river of the Flux. He collected as much strength into both of his arms as he could ducking beneath another blow bringing both of his fists up to direct a blow against Zeklan’s chest. The Akalak blocked Aoren’s direct blow but his arms were shoved back into his chest as the force of the magic that Aoren had gathered pushed him back.

Aoren released the hold he had on both the Flux and his Auristics. His knees buckled and he struggled to keep himself upright. His chest was heaving. He’d lost count of how many blows he’d taken in his direct confrontation with the Akalak. Zeklan shook one of his wrists giving Aoren an appraising look before a smirk touched his features.

You are full of surprises, Aoren.” The Drykas managed a breathy chuckle between the shallow breaths he was taking.

Y-you have no idea.” Zeklan chuckled quirking his head to the side.

Oh, I think I have an idea.” The Seer pulled himself to his feet resuming his stance ready to dive back into the sparring match. His teacher shook his head motioning for Aoren to relax. Aoren leaned forward resting both hands upon his knees closing his eyes with a sigh. Zeklan walked forward resting a hand upon Aoren’s shoulder.

You pass.” Pride filled Aoren’s chest. He had never felt quite so accomplished as he did in that moment. He straightened himself meeting his teacher’s gaze. Aoren stepped back giving the warrior a respectful bow in both admiration and gratitude.

Thank you, Teacher.” Zeklan returned the bow before smiling at the Drykas.

I hope you’re ready for our next match, Aoren. I think we shall up your training given what you’ve shown me here. Don’t worry.” He added as a look crossed Aoren’s face. “It will be fun.

Somehow…Aoren didn’t think Zeklan’s idea of fun and his own were lining up on this particular matter.

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[Tuvya Sasaran] A Test of Strength

Postby Caesarion on July 21st, 2015, 9:55 pm

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Grades, my darling, grades

Aoren :
Experience
Skill XP Earned
Auristics 3 XP
Acrobatics 3 XP
Flux 3 XP
Unarmed Combat 3 XP
Endurance 2 XP
Investigation 1 XP


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Lore Earned
Auristics: Anticipate Intentions
Using Auristics and Flux in Tandem


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Kuvan Status


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