Solo (Solo) To Spar With/ Swordplay Is Hard...[The Sanctuary]

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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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(Solo) To Spar With/ Swordplay Is Hard...[The Sanctuary]

Postby Adyel on February 19th, 2016, 4:25 am

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"Adyel, do you want to practice with swords. We could spar?"A small voice squeaked as one of the twins stepped through Adyels private room with a "thud, thud, thud" sound. Adyel rubbed his eyes and blinked to feel the transition within his room. Morning, possibly. And a but early. The Kelvic wished longingly to go back, back to sleep. But, this Akontak, seemed to have over ruled with a question about swordplay. Adyel, wasn't much of a fighter, no. No he wasn't. He wanted to become a painter. And have his paintings sold to produce money and great satisfactory wealth.

But, within a world like Mizahar one would need to know how to at least wield a weapon or two. And practice makes perfection. So the quote says. On the contrary, the Kelvic wouldn't mind a few sparring lessons. Though, what the boy did mind was that it was merely early within the morning. And he did not wish to wake up. To wake up this early was unsettling to the boy. Extremely. And discouraging. Probably. Although, he would've slept in too long and would've forgotten to help around The Sanctuary.

But, maybe doing a few rounds of sparring might work. The boy moaned, as he took both his hands and clenched them, but only to rub his eyes and yawn."Sure, sure... We... Can go out and practice. I need to get dress first."

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After clothing himself. With his fairly new clothing that Kavala had purchased him awhile back. The two trotted out of Adyels little private room. And Ralac trotted happily and hummed a little tune. Something about sword parrying and thrusting. Perhaps one of the squires here had taught him a song while out in the city of Riverfall? Or maybe the boy picked up the tune himself. But, it wasn't much of a bothersome tune for the Kelvic.

"So, Ralac."Adyel asked as he strolled casually next to the Akontak twin of Ladan. The Akalak boy, stopped humming, but he was lost in thought and waited for the Kelvic to ask his question."Will, you teach me how to use a sword. I... Don't know how to use one."The boy flushed bright red. It was slightly an embarrassment to not know how to wield a sword, let alone swing one. And even more so, by asking a younger boy to show him how.

Though, surely there must be some other being here at The Sanctuary whom might train him. But, who would be able to? Lately, Kavala had been working tons on her days at The Sanctuary here. And the boy hadn't ran into any other employees lately who seemed to work here. Perhaps they tended to the outside fractures of the fortification. Instead of what layed within. And maybe Adyel should venture outside more. Who knows.

For one thing he had known that Ralac and Ladan were longing to be soldiers or at least have a mind set and capability to want to become soldiers. Though, being a soldier isn't all bad. In fact, being a soldier could be quite beneficial. One, would have the ability to be living in a room with a roof over your head. Free food, at least. Training. And all sorts of other good things of the like. And a soldier would gain a lot of respect. For following the role of wanting to become one of The Order. And help out the fellow Syliran Knights.

The boy knew, that once your a Knight or a squire. One will gain a lot of honor for just becoming one. But, the Kelvic didn't want to fight anybody. And he rarely uses his Kelvic animal form for aggressively used actions. Actions that weren't or did not need to be used.

The two took another turn.

"To use a sword? It's not hard Adyel. In fact, simple. Basic."The boy spoke with high confidence. As if he was borne with a sword at birth and knew had to use one ever since. Adyel, was born, roughly of a year or so ago. And since then, his appearance had changed with pleasingly growth. But, it wasn't a big factor that mattered to Adyel. Though, he hadn't known the life expectancy of a Kelvick being.

Another turn was taken. And wood against wood could be heard from one fourth of a mile or so. Perhaps Ladan was already hacking away at a wooden dummie. But, only when one would open the door to find out and see for themselves. They met the door with tired, but a formal gaze. Ralac pushed open the door and the two stepped through.

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(Solo) To Spar With/ Swordplay Is Hard...[The Sanctuary]

Postby Adyel on February 19th, 2016, 6:37 pm

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The Training Grounds. An interesting room. One with sparring mats. And tacks if weapons and tools were layed out on one side of the room, while dummies stood "peacefully" over in the front of the room. Though, Ladan was the only other being within this room besides Adyel and Ralac. No sign of la, or even Tasi and his twin. Surprisingly, there were a lot of twins. But, two pairs. Not as much as one family could have. If he was certain, la could possibly be another twin to Tasi and Shay. But, she was younger than the two of them.

In fact, she was the youngest resident living within the fortitude of The Sanctuary. So it seems to Adyel. Unless, the other animals are younger than la. The Kelvic stared at Ladan with a mixed feeling of half shock and half felt fear. The boy was timidly afraid of using a blade. Even though, if it were to be a wooden stick shaped like a sword.

The boy followed with shuffled feet as he kept behind Ralac with a gaze that scanned sound the room. No windows, but pretty lit up with candles and it seemed cozy enough. Though, the Kelvic knew that this swordplay thing would be the death of him
And he knew that he'll surely regret this choice of action. Though, it would give him a nice benefit for being able to knowingly wield and swing a sword. Well, at least a wooden or. Or perhaps just only at most be able to wield one.

Ralac led Adyel to the rack that stored the wooden weaponary tools. "Adyel, don't be afraid. No need for scared.... I can reach you..."The boy conjured. He was smart for his age. An individual with a high enough level of intellect knowledge that courses through his veins. The boy lifted a wooden blade, the size of a shortsword. The tip was blunt and wooden. Of course. But, surprisingly, the edges of the wooden sword appeared to reflect some sort of sharpness.

"This looks good. Try, this one."Ralac handed the Kelvic the wooden weaponary tools. Adyel took with curiosity. And held it at the handle with one hand. The weight was particularly heavy in a way, but it was obviously lighter than a steel metal blade. Assumingly. Though, the Kelvic hadn't ever held a real sword, let alone a wooden sword. He can recite one day, where his mother specifically explained of the reason to not fight.

And the boy was a bit precarious. Why would Yahal, one of the Gods show up to him within his dreams that really didn't make entire sense. And how would one become so subtle with it. And calm within the perspective. The Kelvic sighed and tilted the blade at an angle, he hefted it with the edge facing towards Ralac whom took a step or few aback slightly with a bit of fear, but he mostly do the action to give the Kelvic space.

"You sure you've haven't used a sword before? And not a stick?"The boy mocked a little. But, he was only teasing the Kelvic to loosen up the uncomfortableness. Adyel hoarsly laughed and pointed the tip downwards while holding onto the leather wrapped hilt. "Nope, never in my life... Until now."The Kelvic replied simply. He pointed the blade still, down towards the ground with timidly shaken hands. Why was he holding the blade in the first place?
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The blade felt heavy. And he hadn't had a clue to how to wield one, yet he felt that he was guided to do so. But, why and who could've helped him? It certainly wasn't a God? Was his mother here? Or did he miss her with so much guilt that he imagined this unseen strength? What could have had mustered the boy to wield something with such professional prespection? How?"I'll get my gear and I can help you. Show you... Er ah tips. And we could have a go on a practice run?"

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