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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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In the Shadow of a Mountain [Sevris]

Postby Bartholomew on June 18th, 2015, 5:07 pm

67th Day of Summer


There was an art to fighting. It was not simply done nor easily mastered, but honed as a painter would perfect an image. It must be first introduced to the canvas, then worked on over time. As an artist would get used to the feel of a brush, a combatant would begin to form their weapon into an extra limb. While the painter would begin to think of what next to graze their coloring over, a fighter would begin to think of what next to harm with their tools. It required education and experience, and constant attention and reverence. As an artist would embrace their brush and canvas, a fighter would embrace their weapon/techniques and opponents.

This was Light's thought of mind, which he carried with him full heartily as he stepped inside the Vitrax. He walked past the entrance, past the statue of the Ebonlord, down the Vitrax hallways, and directly to the training hall. Light had a mission this day, and that was to raise his combat skills in both Weapon and Unarmed. He made a promise that he would not leave until he was exceptional in both skills. So he came, and so here he was.

It only took him a few ticks to find someone to challenge. His first opponent was an ebonstryfe soldier, one who's skills were proven to be almost as equal as Light's during their battle. The match that Light requested lasted long between them. The man who he had challenge was an exceptional fighter, nearly countering every move that Light made.

The match started with Light challenging him to an unarmed tussle. Light chose the mat which they would fight on, then the stretching began. There was no referee or spectator who was willing to call foul play, for who would be noble in a real fight?

Light stood into his fighting stance, his legs outstretched and his arms perfectly placed to protect and attack. He never fought with a closed hand; this was mostly because Light attacked the most harmful points on the human body, some of which required an open palm to strike it.

The man came after Light first, as Light requested, and began his series of attacks with a frontal punch. Light did as he was taught and blocked the punch with both of his arms. However, while he did this, his opponent had decided to land an uppercut with his other hand onto Light's rib cage. Upon the connection, Light immediately felt as though a giant meteor packed with Rhysol's own power had descended upon him. He fell to his knees, the only sound he could possibly make being a grunt, and nearly coughed up his breakfast.

That was during the beginning. As the fight continued onward Light had grown accustomed to the pains given to him. He had even learned a helpful technique of battling through them, which was to maintain a steady breath and only focus on the enemy. Light was a very action oriented man, so he was soon placed into his special element while he fought. He gave it everything he had during that batle, which turned out to be the very thing that awarded him the victory towards the end.

It happened quick; as Light and his opponent rested for a tick, so tired that even movements began being replaced by breath intakes. Light had decided to attack while his opponent was tired and believed that Light was just as tired, which was actually true. This was the perfect chance for Light to finish this fight, but how could he possibly?

As mentioned before this man was well aware of Light and had countered his attacks in an efficient matter almost every time. In fact, Light was sure that his opponent was more tired from blocking than from receiving harsh assaults.

Light had to be cunning towards the ending of his match. However, more importantly, he needed to be strategic.

Light raced towards his foe, body outstretched and fists ready to thrust. His sloppy form and tired demeanor helped greatly with the illusion he wanted to create. As the man raised up his fists to block or counter any strike Light planned, he was unpleasantly surprised when he belatedly realized what Light was aiming for.

When Light was close enough to his enemy, he suddenly hopped in the air and outstretched his legs. By the time Ligh's back had landed on the ground, Light had managed to plant a boot firmly into the man's crotch. In response the man fell entirely to the ground and screamed in agonizing pain. The soldier did not stop his series of heaves and cursing until he was escorted out of the Vitrax by his companions.

At that moment, Light had discovered an important concept of fighting: Doing what ever it takes to win equaled victory. This must have been an ultimate strategists thought of mind. Every down-handed thought, un-noble strike, or cowardice plan of action was worth using if that meant a stepping stone to victory- only someone who truly wanted to win would think of this.

Light sighed. Now here he was sitting in a corner of the Vitrax and watching everyone train on their own. 10 bells had passed since his first fight. His body had been given enough time to heal, so he was now able to return to training. He did not have his gear with him, though, only a practice bastard blade which he had taken from the weapons rack, so all he could train with was his sword and his fists. At least he would raise those skills to the fullest.

Light began to search the room. What he was looking for was his next opponent, and his next victory.
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Postby Sevris on July 19th, 2015, 7:56 am

Cold black eyes followed the Ravokians within the Vitrax. The eyes belonged to none other than the Lazarin making a name for himself. Underground nothing escaped the Black Sun. Rumors had been spread out by his opposing side.

The rumor was that as a Soldier who was skilled enough to kill his own cousin who was a famed Marshall for Grutral. The rumor was true but no one questioned him about it. Less they publicly showed their affiliation.

Some eyes showed fear, admiration and anger. Mixed emotions come with betrayal. But that was why he was there. Such a passionate crowd would do very well in his own little personal company.

The most elite unit in Ravok. He called them the Hyperion Company. He needed to add to his collection, and he saw hopefuls that he was willing to test out.

There was one who had they upper hand on several opponents he laid his eyes into him with careful studying. He seemed fit and strong, enough to take a beating.

It was time to see how they fared. The Paladin stood up from his seat where he was easily noticeable from his attire, as usual he was clad in his finely decorated gold brigantine armor. On his back a serrated golden double bladed sword.

He walked over to the man who had been undefeated since he had arrived. Shocked that a Paladin approached him, he stood attention. Sevris and all the voices stood quieted. Waiting...

"I've seen promise here so far. Let me so how promising," Sevris said removing his weapon from his back and walking into the arena.

He pointed to Light and two other Apprentices. "You three shall do. No practice weapons, get the real deal from the weapons rack. Sir Sevris has challenged. Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you. But u might hurt you, really really bad. "

He stood in the arena and waited for them to attack him.
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Postby Bartholomew on July 25th, 2015, 12:49 am

The crowd began to stir. Whispers flowed through lips of ebonstryfe soldiers and apprentices alike. Light could only hear very little, but he knew the very topic of each person's conversation: Sevris, the famed paladin killer of the ebonstryfe. Light knew very little about this man, only what his father had told him. Sevris was strong, wise in strategic battles, a Lazarin, and a man who murdered his own cousin in battle. Although, the latter was said to be rumors.

Light would ask his father if they were true, but his father would only return a blank stare and say, "Do not poke your nose around in other people's business. Many men die because they cannot slay their own curiosities." His father would then leave the room or demand Light to leave the room. Light's questions on Sevris never made his father a happy man.

The paladin was now in the training hall, thus being the cause of many whispers. He stood up from his seating and walked over to a man who had gone a long time without a loss of battle. Light noticed that man long before Sevris walked to him. His name was Jonathan, a young and well built individual. There was word that his father was a commander, and by the way Jonathan fought, Light could tell that only a skilled man worthy of being a commander could have taught him.

Sevris stood over Jonathan, and Jonathan rose at attention to the very powerful paladin. The entire room went quiet, and with anticipation in their hearts they waited for Sevris to speak. "I've seen promise here so far," Sevris said with a mighty stout and fearful voice. "Let me see how promising."

Sevris pointed to Light, Jonathan, and another man who went by the name Lychen. Light's heart nearly jumped, fearful for what he knew was going to come next. "You three shall do. No practice weapons, get the real deal from the weapons rack." The fearsome paladin took out a double bladed sword made of sturdy gold which shined brightly under the lantern's fire. Light thought he would nearly go blind from the sight of it.

The young boy walked over to the rack with the other two Sevris had pointed to. With a little bit of fear in his heart, Light pulled out a bastard blade that was sharper than the sharpest knife. He gently touched its tip and noticed that a little bit of blood was already trickling out.

Jonathan walked onto the arena with a long spear while Lychen held onto a battle ax. All three stood before Sir Sevris, paladin of the ebonstryfe. And as Light stood with what was soon to be his brothers, he felt a heavy rush of confidence run through him. "Sir Sevris has challenged," Sevris said, standing before all of three of his opponents with not a single fear. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you. But u might hurt you, really really bad."

Light prepared himself for a fierce fight, but suddenly stood with confusion when he heard multiple guffaws come out the mouth of Lychen. He was a very large man that seemed the same height as Sevris. He had large muscles, a giant brown beard, and an ugly pair of teeth. He seemed more carefree than the other two who Sevris had chosen to fight. And when he was done laughing, he looked at Sevris as though he was looking down at an ant.

"You may be Paladin, Sevris." Lychen said the word Sevris with icy steel, hinting that maybe he had a problem with the paladin. "But, you are no match for ME; and neither are these little ones worthy of being by my side. Remember my name, paladin, and who it is attached to. For I will be the one to knock you dead on your arse like the little girl you are!"

Lychen laughed, but no one dared to laugh with him. He rolled his eyes and charged towards Sevris, his ax at the ready in his right hand.He swung it over he and Sevris's head, preparing to deliver a very devastating blow. "My name is Lychen, mighty soldier of the ebonstryfe!" The man bellowed.
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Postby Sevris on August 13th, 2015, 4:31 am

The atmosphere was thick with a tenison that felt like it could be cut. The Soldier Lychen was beside himself with confidence. To think he could best the Paladin alone in combat. He would have to show this imbecile why this type of behavior isn't tolerated.

Without the help of the other Lychen was on his own. The Soldier swung downwards at the head of the Lazarin. Swiftly like he practiced so many times before, he stepped aside and watched the axe flash past him and hit the ground.

Sevris whipped his blade downwards and hit the wooden part cutting the head of the axe off. There was two things that happened to Lychens face after that, one was a shocked expression that came over it, the other was the bottom Paladin's boot as he hit him with a Terra Spin kick.

Lychen instantly was knocked sideways clutching his face as he cried out. "I can't hear you over all that screaming."

Easily disposed of Sevris turned his attention to Light. "Now you two shall do. Prepare yourselves." He then charged forward to attack.
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Postby Bartholomew on August 17th, 2015, 1:59 am

Lychen charged after Sevris with his axe. The burly man sent his axe in a downward spiral to Sevris head, but only met the soft mat that made up their arena. Sevris was quick, and had the grace of a cat. The fearsome paladin sent his sword down on Lychen's weapon, splitting the axe in two and separating its metal from its handle.

Lychee looked surprise, but not for long as Sevris back foot spun right into Lychen's face. The large man made a shriek of terror, and his face was now covered with pain and nose blood. Both Jonathan and Light grimaced at the sight, knowing that they would have to handle a man who just destroyed Lychen in two moves.

As a claim of victory, Sevris stood over Lychen and his whining to say, "I can't hear you over all that screaming." The Paladin then turned to Light, who nearly flinched at the sight of Sevris's eyes, and said,"Now you two shall do. Prepare yourselves."

Sevris rushed towards Light, and Light quickly pulled up his bastard sword in preparation. He knew that he could not attack Sevris, this man was much too quick for his blows. The smart thing would be to block each attack, or at least try his best to. Light would surely come up with some cuts and bruises from this match, but his main goal was to be the bait and the main appeal to Sevris, so every time the man would attack, Light would move to the back and away from Jonathan. He would be sure to stay close to Sevris enough for the man to know that Light was close enough to strike if he wanted to. And if Sevris would ever turn away from Light, he would strike at the Paladin's arm with an upward slash.

Jonathan tried his best to stay behind Sevris, waiting for that perfect moment to actually do harm. Light noted that Jonathan was paying close attention to Sevris legs. He guessed that Jonathan wanted to attack his leg, which was a good enough strategy for Light. If it helped to keep this man in a slow state, Light was okay with what ever Jonathan was doing.
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Postby Sevris on August 17th, 2015, 11:13 pm

There was a reason why Sevris picked the Double-Bladed sword as his preferred weapon. Although extremely difficult to master, it allowed him to fight multiple enemies at once. Usually one would attack the rear of an opponent when outnumbered but the weapon made it easier for him to attack enemies even while defending. Sevris threw cautious attacks at Light who was defending well enough, Jonathan kept close distance behind the Paladin looking for the chance to attack.

He saw his chance when Sevris sent a quick diagonal slash that Light blocked immediately. Jonathan swept his weapon forward in order for his attention elsewhere. It didn't go as planned, sensing an attack aiming for the only part his blade wouldn't cover as quickly, the Paladin jumped and avoided the attack. The move slightly surprised Light as he had anticipated Sevris to turn to the person.

However he attacked him yet again in an unorthodox move. Slightly twirling the blade with one hand he created a kind of windmill with his blade that Light could not penetrate through.

Jonathan prepared to attack again, but was interrupted by a side kick to Jonathans chest the lifted him off his feet. He crashed backwards to the mat clutching his abdomen. The Paladin finished his kata and only Light was on his feet. "Time we up this bout now," Sevris said.

He could tell Light could hold his own but lets see how he fared when threw the real brunt of his skills at both of them.
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