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Taloba, home to the Myrians, is the thriving core of Falyndar. Inhabited by a fierce and savage tribe where blood sacrifices are normal and a way of life, they are untamed and proud of it. Warlike, and with their numbers growing, the Myrians are set on reclaiming what is rightfully theirs. [Lore]

Tomahawk Teachings

Postby Ixzo on January 17th, 2016, 3:49 am

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"Ixzo, I think you'll quite like this one." The Myrian sauntered towards her. She had gotten experienced with a bow, so when her mother had instructed her to meet with Olnat (he was the partner of the cousin of her mother's bond-mate or something like that), the Kelvic had protested the need to learn another weapon. She was already a creature of the hunt. She didn't have to compensate like her mother did. This thought, she immediately felt bad about. So she had grudgingly accepted the challenge, and was now waiting for her instructor. The words wove out through the gathering lunchtime crowd in the clan, although she knew most of the Shorn Skulls well enough to single out the man holding two hatchets.

It was not secret that the Kelvic didn't care for the weapons. She had found a passion with the bow, although not quite like she preferred to hunt. And unlike the other Myrians, her interest in weapons was near the level to her interest in killing. She stood out among her family for this reason, she simply didn't enjoy it.

"Why is that?" Teenage snarkiness crept into her words as handed her the light tomahawk.

"Because you don't have to get your hands dirty." The Myrian teased. Like the others he saw her distaste for killing as something to joke about. But, just like the others, Olnat pressured her to take weapons seriously. "But they still stick." He said, and then turned. The tree that held their target was nearly five meters away, and with an uncanny ease, he threw the hatchet. The movement looked easy, as if he hadn't put much effort into it, but the blade of the weapon embedded itself into the center of the target with ease. Ixzo whistled, impressed.

"Told ya." The older Myrian joked, going to retrieve his weapon. She took the chance to look at the tomahawk in her hand. Rust sprinkled on the edge of the dull blade, although the handle was firm and the metal seemed to adhere well to the wood. It was old, but very functional. Curiously, she tested the blade with the back of her thumb. There was nothing but the rough feeling of rust layered metal, it wasn't sharp at all. She frowned, pressing the pad of her finger into the blade now, and it was in no way sharp enough to cut her, even with the minimal pressure she applied.

"Olnat!" She called, as he came back, he raised an eyebrow to await her complaint, brushing splinters off his own extremely dull blade. "You know these are dull, right?"

"They are meant to be."

"Why is that?"

"So you don't slash your arm open." A goofy grin lit the man's face and she rolled her eyes. "Really, they just help you get a feel for it. When you get better-"

"If I want to." Ixzo muttered, but he ignored it.

"You can sharpen your hatchet so that it sticks better. One time, I decapitated a man from twenty feet away. Well, almost." He slid a finger across his neck, sticking out his tongue and lolling his head to the side comically. "But it was an easy enough finish. Really, Ixzo, I have to say these are the best." He lightly tossed a hatchet up above him, catching the thing with ease and Ixzo almost flinched when it looked like he was going to catch the blade, even if it was dull, but he didn't.

"It's still goin'a cut, it's still goin'a hurt, it just won’t hurt you." He finally informed her.

"So, lets do this. How does this work?" She asked, shifting the hatchet into her hand as if she was cutting wood.

"Well, first off, you are holding it wrong." Olnat stepped forward, taking the hatchet from her. "You want to hold it like the humans shake hands." He said, hooking his own tomahawk on his belt so he had a free hand to extend to her. She took it, giving a comical shake. Most Myrians thought that tradition strange, and she was no exception.

"Now open your hand, but keep it there." She did, and he fitted the end of the handle into her palm. She closed her fingers like she would on another hand, and at first thought the hold to be fairly awkward. Out of habit, she twisted the hatchet in her hand.

"Alright, so once you have it like that, you want to make sure the blade faces straight down." He twisted the handle in her hands back to where it was and then unhooked his own hatchet. He let go of it for only half a tick before grabbing it out of thin air. He held it out to show her, and she saw the blade as perfectly straight down.

"What?" She though it was some sort of handy-trick he had learned through familiarity with the weapon, like how she liked to flash her bow, twirling her arrow before hooking the nock on the string.

"Try it." Ixzo hesitated, and then quickly released her grip, catching the handle right away. To her surprise, the hatchet straightened itself out as well.

"A good, balanced tomahawk will always do that." He said and then twirled the hatchet between his fingers. There was the flashy trick she was waiting for.

"There, now when you swing it beside you, it should feel balanced." He gripped his own weapon and let it fall down by his knees in an arc before bringing it back up. She copied his movement and he nodded.

"It is important, but not that hard. Once you get used to it, you'll always hold it right." She nodded, swinging it once more. "Now, that is how you start the throw, to make sure you have it lined up." He said, and turned away from her. "Watch." He extended a finger up in front of him, to motion her to be patient as he lined himself up with the target. With ease, he swung the hatchet beside his knee before bringing it up past his head. Again, it seemed effortless as he let it go, but again the hatchet landed with a solid thud in the center of the target.
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Postby Ixzo on January 17th, 2016, 3:49 am

"Go for it." He stepped back. Ixzo launched forward, eager despite herself, and tried to line herself up where he stood. She was preparing as if she would for archery and then swung the tomahawk, still tightly gripped right, behind her. With the same fluid movement, the hatchet passed by her ear and when her arm swung it back forward, she let go. She surprised to see the hatchet make it all the way to the target, but not surprised when the handle glanced off the wood of the tree above the target. She sighed, stepping forward to retrieve the two hatchets.

Once she returned, handing Olnat his hatchet, he jumped right back into the lesson.

"It is so important you hold it right, Ixzo." He said. Determined not to need him to position her hand again, Ixzo grabbed the hatchet in her right hand. She took a moment to twist it, not quite getting it straight, before doing the quick drop-trick he had taught her. It didn't take much, and she had it right.

Then, she held her arm out to him to inspect. He hardly took a tick to push her thumb, where it lined up with the shaft of the hatchet, and push it back into the position of shaking a hand.

"You have to keep your thumb down. Because once you put it up like that, it slows the spin. That can be useful, but for this short range, you don't need it." He gently waved her hand away and brought up his own tomahawk to show her. He pointed to his thumb, which was lined with the handle like hers had been. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to absorb this. Why would the placement of her thumb make a difference?

"Whaaa…? Why?" She shifted her thumb, not really understanding the difference.

"When you do this, you move the center of the spin closer to the middle. That makes the spins larger, which, if you were going to throw it long distance, would be very useful. But our target is no more than five meters away, it wouldn't do."

He stepped back from her, taking back up the exact same step from last time. Showing her that he had is thumb out, he threw the weapon. She didn't expect it to glance off the tree in the exact way hers had, but when he reached out for her hatchet, she gave it to him. This time, he tucked his thumb around the shaft, and when he threw it, the blade stuck straight to the center of the target.

The difference was hard to miss.

"Sure, sure. I get it." She said, trying to speed up the instruction. She wanted to throw the hatchet again, not sit there and watch. This time, he went to grab the weapons.

When he returned, she eagerly took hers. It was still work to get the right grip, but once she had done so, and the swing test had been approved by Olnat, she hiked it past her shoulder and threw the hatched. Unfortunately, she had perhaps let the thing go too late. This time, the hatchet didn't reach near the tree, not even close. About halfway between her and the target, the blade lodged itself into the packed dirt. She watched, tense for a moment, before the thing fell over.

"Here, try again. Remember to let go once your arm is straight up." Remember it? But you hadn't even told me that! She wanted to argue with her instructor, but merely nodded, it wasn't her place. Even as a man, he was older and therefore respected. She was still a little sour he hadn't told her in the first place, though.

After testing her grip, she swung the tomahawk forward, freezing her arm once it was pointing straight up and letting the axe fly past her. To her glee, it seemed to dip into the tree below the target and far to the right, although it didn't stay long and immediately clattered back to the ground. She could have put more force in, and perhaps aimed better.

"How do you aim?"

"We will worry about that later, Zozo." He said, a true grin crossing his face at her accomplishment. "Like your archery, you have to grow the habit before you can use it in combat." She nodded, that much she understood. This time, Ixzo ran to get the hatchets.

"Here." She gave him his hatchet and immediately set up to throw again. This time, she released the hatchet just after her forearm was straight up, and while it was still far off from the center of the large target, it lodged itself into the tree at around the height it was supposed to. At least it stuck.

"Here." He gave her his hatchet and she grinned, taking it without hesitation. It was kind of fun. This time, however, she didn't take the time to adjust her grip and instead swung it by her leg and when she brought it up, she let the thing fly. Her mistake was immediately evident when they saw the spinning weapon wobble in the air. Completely disregarding the task she had sent it on, the thing flew far out to the right, and far into the woods. She saw the glint of the metal land in a fern deeper in and she growled in frustration. She was doing so well!

Ready to stomp forward, Ixzo was surprised when a hand reached out in front of her, stopping her. "Just a second, child. Before you get mad, figure out what you did wrong." She glared at him, ducking under his arm and stopping forward. She hated to lose, even when learning.

When she returned, picking up the one from the tree as well, Olnat had sat himself on the ground, seemingly patient. She had calmed down a bit. She was over-reacting, she tended to do that, but she still needed to learn from him. She didn't say anything, gingerly handing him the axe. He looked at her expectantly and she realized he was still waiting for an answer from his first question. What did she do wrong. Ixzo shrugged. "I have no idea what I did wrong." She grumbled, and he sighed, pulling himself to his feet. He took the tomahawk, although it was clear he didn't mean to use it.
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Postby Ixzo on January 17th, 2016, 3:50 am

"Try again, then. You're goin'a figure out what it is before I let you go." He motioned towards the target, and Ixzo sighed. She was no longer excited about this. Running his previous instructions through her head, she took the time to get her grip and test the balance before making sure her thumb was in the right place and then swinging the tomahawk forward. To her, it seemed the strange stray throw had been because of her thumb, wasn’t that what he had pointed out to her. So instead of letting her thumb rest beside the shaft, she positioned it ontop so it lined up with the wood.

Then, when she swung the tomahawk down and then brought it up to let it go, she put some force into it. When the weapon hit the tree, she heard the tink! of metal on wood and saw that the axe had bounced off the edge of the target. She was way off.

A frustrated sound, something between a sigh and a growl, erupted from the base of her throat and she felt her fists clench and unclench. The teenager was just about ready to walk away, not very liking her irrational anger, when Olnat clicked his tongue. He was still patient and handed her his tomahawk before speaking. "It’s not the thumb."

"Then what is it?" She snarled, half-hearted and took the axe from him. She took even longer this time to prepare. She started switching the axe between hands until she was sure it was just right, then she swung it by her side a few times, making sure she let it go at the right time. When she actually did let it go, she knew there was a lot of force to it. But just like the first time, the axe went far, wobbling too far to the right and far out of range. She didn’t even bother to sigh this time as she went to retrieve it.

When she brought it back to Olnat, she tried to be patient with herself. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Well, for starters, don’t beat yourself up too much. You’ve never touched a tomahawk before now and you are doing pretty well beside that." The words didn’t help at all.

"Second of all, you might want to look over your form a bit more. Walk me through what you are doing." She didn’t want to, but Ixzo complied.

"Okay so…" She switched the axe between her hands so that she was now holding it with her left hand near the blade. "Grab it like this." She handed herself the blade, gripping near the proper end as if she was grabbing someone’s hand to help them up. She wiggled her thumb, hesitating on where to put it before continuing.

"Putting your thumb ontop will…. Make it spin faster? No, slower." She glanced up at Olnat. His olive face remained interested, but revealed no emotion to show she was right. Damn it. She took her thumb off the wood, tucking it in beside the wood as he had first taught her. She still wasn't entirely sure on that one.

"Then you just throw." He didn't say anything but copied her movements for a moment and then she watched as he left go of the axe for half a tick and then grabbed it, letting the blade adjust itself and she gasped. "Oh!" Her face immediately heated up and she felt a little stupid for missing that step. "I forgot to align it."

"Yes." He nodded, finally breaking his silence. "And that is why it goes far. It is the simplest step. We haven't gotten into it yet, since you are only standing in one spot. But if you can get in the habit of lining up your blade, you'll never miss. Now let's go again." She nodded, copying his drop-check to get her blade right. Then, remembering how he had told her to test it, she swung the blade loosely by her knee, feeling it go in a straight line rather than pull her wrist out or in. One she was happy with it, still taking her time, the young Kelvic swung the axe forward, backwards and then forward once more, stopping once her hand pointed up, and letting the axe go. It flew forward, but instead of landing in the target as she expected, the handle glinted off the face of the target.

"Whyyyyyyyy…." She complained and Olnat laughed behind her. She didn't bother to shoot him a glare, stepping forward to grab the hatchet.

"Because you aren't in the right place. We are only practicing at a certain distance. It get hard, later on, when you have to move around, or can't judge your distance." Ixzo turned to give him a mock look of horror before stooping to pick up the axe. She looked at the handle of it, still expecting the thing to shatter, it was such a light wood. But it held strong, seemingly undisturbed by her abuse. When she returned to Olnat, he was deepening the line on the ground where she was supposed to stand, and she understood.

"Wait, so if I step forward a step it can throw the whole thing off?" She asked, and incredulous tone seeping into her voice.

"Certainly, but we won't worry about that yet. Stick to the line so you can get the basics down." He tapped it with his foot and stepped back. "You didn't start shooting from atop a horse the first time, did you?"

"I'll never shoot atop a horse." She pointed out. Olnat himself had been victim to his leopardbred bolting at her approach. She took pains to stay away from that end of the clan, most of the livestock spooked once they noticed her presences and their tender's didn't appreciate the nuisance.

"I'm actually just learning to shoot from my knees!" She boasted to the man. She was teaching herself, since her father barely had the concept. She had quickly surpassed him in archery, even as he wasn't particularly trying with the skill.
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Postby Ixzo on January 17th, 2016, 3:50 am

"Oh?" Olnat twirled his tomahawk, motioning with it for her to throw. "Is there a point to that?"

"To practice from different angles, Ollie." She explained. "You have to be able to shoot from any position." The man shrugged.

"I would have thought it was all the same. Is it hard?" He entertained her while he threw his own axe once, leaving to take it back from the target before she could answer.

"Yeah, my Pa can't even do it." She grinned when he returned. She couldn't really do it either, the arrows always went low or high, or not enough power, but Olnat didn't need to know the specifics of it, nor did he seem all that interested. Ixzo adjusted her grip on the tomahawk, doing the drop-check to make sure she was balanced, before sizing up her target.

"Watch your power. You have to put more force into it if you want it to stick." He advised her, and she swung the tomahawk to test the aim for a moment, thinking about it. She hadn't gotten one to stick so far, but how could she put more power into it, if she was just letting it go?

"How?" She asked, stupidly. She had thought he had told her to just let it go one her hand pointed up, but that clearly wasn’t giving nearly enough force to actually have the throwing axe stick in the target or tree at this distance. Even if she could get it balanced and aimed, no damage would be done unless she could put some force into it.

"Put more force into the forward throw." He said simply, which made her feel stupid, although he seemed patient. After he answered, she did a test run. She slowly brought the tomahawk forward so it pointed where she wanted it in the target and then brought it back. Almost as if she was throwing a pig-bladder, she shot her elbow forward, and then stopped once she pointed towards the sky, letting the axe go. It kept going, continuing on to meet the target. A little to the left and definitely too high, the blade buried itself into the target.

Excited, she almost skipped to the target, keeping her small squeak of joy down. She felt too childish, but she didn't care as she pressed her face parallel with the target, seeing how deep the blade went it. It stuck, and when she pulled it, she had to yank a bit, and she was happy.

"So I dp have to throw them." She summarized and this time Olnat did make her feel stupid.

"They are called throwing axes." He replied and she shot him a silvery glare, her childish pride taking a blow. It was a stupid statement, but he didn't have to point it out.

"You said just let it go when my hand points towards the sky." She accused, half-hearted, in an attempt to defend herself.

"Well yeah, I thought you'd have the sense to incorporate throwing in as well." He countered, and Ixzo stuck her tongue out at him. "We should wrap up here soon." He added in, almost on a last thought, but with enough surety that Ixzo wondered if she could persuade him out of it. She was enjoying it now and wanted to keep going.

"So why does it make a difference where I am at?" She prompted him, gently twirling the axe in her hand. She didn't dare to do what he did with the flipping and the whirring, but she switching it between her fingers slowly while she waited. Olnat took a breath, trying to form his answer before answering. Bringing his axe up, he slowly turned it as he spoke. "Four to five normal paces will be one revolution of your tomahawk," He informed her. "It is different for everyone, and as you grow you'll find the right distance."

"But you don't count it out." She grumbled half-hearted.

"Well, obviously, you aren't goin'a walk up to someone, and say 'Well, wait, hold up right here for a moment while I walk my paces', and then try and hit them with it," Olnat laughed, directing her towards the target. "You'll have to learn as you get used to it. But for now, you can walk your paces." He said, and then turned to her. "But I've already done that for you today, so we won’t worry about that. Why don't you throw a few more times to get used to it."

She had lost him when he had started talking about paces. One eyebrow curled up in confusion and she just looked at him, not quite getting it.

"Alright Ix, throw your damn axe." He chuckled at her expression and she dropped it, that she understood. Stepping back to his line, she grinned at him before adjusting her grip. Just like before, she drop-checked the tomahawk, swinging it loosely past her knee to make sure it was going in the right direction before she prepared to swing. The Kelvic brought the axe up to her ear, finding the point on the wooden target, and realized this didn't do much for her. She was the worst at aiming this thing, and yet, as if it was archery, she deluded herself into thinking this would benefit the direction before she swung. Oh well. She brushed away the absent thought. She was getting distracted.

For the final time, she swung the axe forward and then brought it back and let it fly with a little more force than she needed to. A growl of frustration bubbled out of her throat as the tip of the handle glinted off the target once more. She sighed, heading for the axe before waiting to hear Olnat's feedback. But when she returned, nearly two chimes later after having to sort through the ferns to find her axe, Olnat only offered a smile.

"You just have to keep trying." He shrugged. "It takes time to get comfortable with weight and force and whatnot." He offered. Ixzo sighed once more, but didn't answer him, she just wanted to get it right.
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Postby Ixzo on January 17th, 2016, 3:51 am

"Watch, Zozo." This time, when she positioned herself to throw, Olnat stepped up behind her. Thickly tattooed arms and a scarred chest that was exposed to the sun filtering between the trees melted into the corner of her eye, and she looked over to watch him. He was deliberatly taking his time, and she leaned back on one hip to watch as he did was she usually did and then threw it. She didn't need to look to know it was perfect, but she felt she had to. Sure enough his axe was buried deeply into the center of the target.

She felt a little more inspired watching him. Trying to impress her teacher, she straightened back up. Her axe was still in the right grip, but she checked it just to make sure. The simple drop-check still felt very alien. Once more the young lioness brought her axe up to hesitate before she swung to throw it. She gave herself a few loose swings, realizing this didn't feel familiar either. At least with her bow she had grown comfortable with it, but these Tomahawks didn't seem to be getting any easier and she didn’t understand much of it. Ixzo finally swung the axe forward, letting the thing fly once her hand pointed straight up. Before it hit, Ixzo held her breath to watch where it went. For some silly reason, she thought it might line up with his and also hit straight on, but she knew she shouldn't expect such a result. It didn't nearly hit the center, although the thing stuck into the lower end of the tree, and then promptly fell out. At least it hadn't glinted off

"More force, Ix. Don't be scared to break it. Hai, try to brake it if you wish." He pointed out and she nodded, going to retrieve the axe, only to get disappointing news from him when she returned.

"Okay, one more time, and then I have to go help Miedz with his Alpacas." Olnat said, and she frowned at the mention of his nephew.

"Can't I keep going without you?" She asked.

"I'd rather you didn't, I wouldn't want you practicing something wrong and then messing your habits up. Work with me a few more times and then you'll be freed of me." He teased and she rolled her eyes. She had clearly not wanted the lesson in the beginning, but if she forgot about how she was being trained to kill, the competitive drive in her demanded she did her best in this new skill.

"One more," He said, and she took her time on purpose now, switching the axe between hands to get the right grip. She drop-checked and then swung it down by her knee to make sure the axe was positioned right. Just before she started sizing up the target, she remembered to get on the line and took the necessary step back to do so. Olnat rolled his eyes at how obviously long she was taking. She knew he had to go, and was enjoying holding his tomahawk captive. And she grinned at him, turning back towards the target and lining up her shot. She feigned swinging a few times until she heard a sigh. She didn't want to stop now that she was enjoying it, but Ixzo swung the axe back anyway. Flinging forward with her elbow, she sent the weapon twirling towards its target.

To her surprise, the throwing axe landed much in the same way it had just before. Before the last two times when it hadn’t even hit the target, or stuck into it. The tomahawk actually stuck! With an excited squeal of delight, Ixzo jogged over to where the axe was imbedded in the bottom of the target. She was glad it was stuck, but it was annoying to keep retrieving them each time. Once she had yanked it out of the chopped up wood, she handed it to Olnat.

"You can help me with the Alpacas, we are just sheering them." He offered and she shot him a sour look. She didn't much like the creatures anyway, but she would rather eat its tangy meat than sheer it.

"Next time, you'll go over distance with me? You will." She said forcibly trying to make her instructor agree. He chuckled, thinking her too serious now. She was a child of over-reacting.

"Yeah, yeah, Ixzo. Go find your Ma, she'll be glad you started doing something other than that bow." Ixzo gave a mocking grimace in reply.

"Nah, she's probably going to yell at me about leaving the door open for bugs or something." She laughed, a small spasm of panic wondering if she did actually leave a window or door open for the mosquitos to get in the hut and chow down on them while they slept. She was sure she hadn't but she had made that mistake many times before. "Oh hey, speaking of, my Pa wants you and Yuliou to come over some time. She wanted him to show her his Zeltiva bread or something. I don't know, but I forgot to tell you earlier." She added, rushed. Her dad would be mad if she didn't pass it along. Although she guessed he might just want to talk about something other than weapons. Ixzo supposed she got her strange dislike for the brutality of weapons from him, although where he actively avoided fights, Ixzo had a mild distaste for them. Many of the things the Myrians taught her helped with hunting, although she was sure she focused on hunting a different prey.

"See you around, Ixzo." Olnat waved with one of his tomahawks. She handed him his second one and he nodded to her.

"Seeya, Ollie." She waved as he turned towards the livestock on the other side of the clan, slipping his tomahawks in his belt. As soon as he turned around a hut in the distance, Ixzo sprinted back towards her hut, she just had to be sure…
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Postby Elias Caldera on January 25th, 2016, 1:30 am


Behold, Your Just Reward!


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Experience and Lore :
Skills
  • Throwing Axe +5
  • Observation +4
  • Socialization +3
  • Intimidation +2
  • Interrogation +1
  • Running +2
  • Persuasion +1

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  • Throwing Axe: Drop Test
  • Throwing Axe: Proper Grip
  • Throwing Axe: How to Aim and Throw
  • Weapons Training: A Matter of Patience and Perseverance
  • The Importance of a Balanced Weapon


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Injuries
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    Solid training thread. Congrats on being one of the winners. It takes me a weekend at least to even get a thread's title down, let alone crank out as much as you have.

    With that said, if you'd like to replace tomahawk with a more general name like hand axe or throwing axe, then let me know and I'll get on it.


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