81st of Fall, AV 516
After Pulren had submitted to the bureaucracy of the city and supplied his application for citizenship, his weapons of choice brought their usual second glances. He was informed to make his way up to the Kendoka Sasaran, the armed fighting school of the Akalak. The idea of schools for these things dedicated to the martial education of the citizenry really piqued the Zeltivan's interests. He thanked those who gave him the opportunity and headed out into the streets, wasting no time to find this school.
He had his map which was provided, another sign that he was in the right place. It hadn't taken long at all for him to find somewhere to live. The gleaming white balconies of the Kuahala Estates had greeted Pulren's eyes when he had entered the port the day before. On this very morning, he had woken up in a new bed in a new, spacious apartment at the Estates. The view of the Suvan was breathtaking and only continued to reinforce what he already knew: Pulren had arrived.
Exiting the office, he looked back to to see the large tower dedicated to the Storm Lord towering above the government building. He grinned. So many Divine in this city. So much life! Looking back at his map, he could see that the martial school was on the other side of the tier he was already on, so he made his way, taking in the many eyes that met his new form, most of them the standard blues and purples as they towered over him as well. He grinned and nodded at them as well. Although it wasn't his city, he felt it very well could and would be. Something inside of him felt very right and at home, as much as in Zeltiva. It was a feeling he had longed for.
Passing a massive combat arena, he crossed over the massive waterfall on a main bridge, taking a moment to look down at the dizzying drop from the great height. A strange sickness moved in his gut as the idea of staring into oblivion from a bridge tried to bring back the Aperture and its madness. Pulren shook it off and continued on with renewed purpose. He turned his attention instead to two major buildings. One was an academy for the Akalak, the other a medical facility. Both warranted later perusal but the closer he got to his destination, the more Pulren's eyes fixed to his feet and his breathing.
After passing a massive group of festively colored tents in a marketplace, he could hear the shouts of training and battle ahead. He had arrived at the Kendoka Sasaran. The great metallic doors swung open rather easily, looks from the students and teachers inside meeting the human as he entered, pulling the doors closed behind him. A large purple man, possessing a kind of quiet thunder, approached Pulren and greeted him. "Hello there. I am Sohryn Nurhahj. Welcome to the Kendoka Sasaran. How can I help you?"
Pulren nodded and greeted the purple man, sensing the power present before him and respecting it. "Greetings. I am Pulren Marsh. I recently visited the Riverfall Aid Center and was told to come here to test for my Kuvan citizenship." The larger purple hued man raised his eyebrows at the mention of the word Kuvan, nodding and beginning to surmise Pulren. It was something he was used to, either by teachers, peers or opponents. He did not return the look out of respect.
"You wish to join Riverfall as a citizen? May I ask why?" Pulren was not surprised by this question. He expected some kind of screening. It seemed like the Aid Center just waved him through the bureaucracy. "I have traveled all over the world and still, yet when I arrived here, I felt as if i was at home. Only in my native Zeltiva have I felt such a thing." Another nod and raise of eyebrow. "Zeltivan? You are far away indeed. A man of the sea, then? Please follow me to the back of the room." It all seemed very normal and ordinary, though the Zeltivan had senses that came with his job title. He saw the eyes on him and he returned those looks. They were all students of life as he was.
Once they made it to a rack of weapons, real and wooden, Sohryn turned on his heel and flourished toward the weapons. "I assume since you came here, your specialty is with weapons. What are your weapons of choice?" Looking around, Pulren's own eyebrows rose when he did see a trident, albeit a wooden practice variety. He looked to the master for a visual affirmation that he could help himself. Another flourish and nod was given and he handled the trident. Taking it in both hands, he felt its weight, which was a little off due to it being wood, but it would suffice. "I usually also use a shield. I can or not, as you wish."he returned to the place he had begun, trident in hand.
A laugh came from the purple master. "A true man of the sea! All you need now is the mark of the Sea Father, but of course, you are no Svefra." Pulren smiled and pulled his linen shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head, folding it and putting it against the wall. Returning to his place, he turned to show his Oceanus mark with pride. "Sea man through and through." The eyebrow rose again, the Akalak adding, "I am impressed. Let's just start with the trident." He looked to his right and a student came up with a spear. It wasn't a practice spear but it didn't look especially sharp. "Do you agree?", the Akalak asked of him.
"Aye.", he replied. Pulren had no expectation of beating the man before him. There was little doubt that should the Akalak wish to dismantle him with the spear he was holding, he very well could. Pulren didn't expect him to do so, but he treated the spar with the same respect that he would give to any other fight. Besides, the point was to prove his ability to defend himself and the city. He watched the purple man take the spear up into both hands and Pulren did the same with his own trident.
After Pulren had submitted to the bureaucracy of the city and supplied his application for citizenship, his weapons of choice brought their usual second glances. He was informed to make his way up to the Kendoka Sasaran, the armed fighting school of the Akalak. The idea of schools for these things dedicated to the martial education of the citizenry really piqued the Zeltivan's interests. He thanked those who gave him the opportunity and headed out into the streets, wasting no time to find this school.
He had his map which was provided, another sign that he was in the right place. It hadn't taken long at all for him to find somewhere to live. The gleaming white balconies of the Kuahala Estates had greeted Pulren's eyes when he had entered the port the day before. On this very morning, he had woken up in a new bed in a new, spacious apartment at the Estates. The view of the Suvan was breathtaking and only continued to reinforce what he already knew: Pulren had arrived.
Exiting the office, he looked back to to see the large tower dedicated to the Storm Lord towering above the government building. He grinned. So many Divine in this city. So much life! Looking back at his map, he could see that the martial school was on the other side of the tier he was already on, so he made his way, taking in the many eyes that met his new form, most of them the standard blues and purples as they towered over him as well. He grinned and nodded at them as well. Although it wasn't his city, he felt it very well could and would be. Something inside of him felt very right and at home, as much as in Zeltiva. It was a feeling he had longed for.
Passing a massive combat arena, he crossed over the massive waterfall on a main bridge, taking a moment to look down at the dizzying drop from the great height. A strange sickness moved in his gut as the idea of staring into oblivion from a bridge tried to bring back the Aperture and its madness. Pulren shook it off and continued on with renewed purpose. He turned his attention instead to two major buildings. One was an academy for the Akalak, the other a medical facility. Both warranted later perusal but the closer he got to his destination, the more Pulren's eyes fixed to his feet and his breathing.
After passing a massive group of festively colored tents in a marketplace, he could hear the shouts of training and battle ahead. He had arrived at the Kendoka Sasaran. The great metallic doors swung open rather easily, looks from the students and teachers inside meeting the human as he entered, pulling the doors closed behind him. A large purple man, possessing a kind of quiet thunder, approached Pulren and greeted him. "Hello there. I am Sohryn Nurhahj. Welcome to the Kendoka Sasaran. How can I help you?"
Pulren nodded and greeted the purple man, sensing the power present before him and respecting it. "Greetings. I am Pulren Marsh. I recently visited the Riverfall Aid Center and was told to come here to test for my Kuvan citizenship." The larger purple hued man raised his eyebrows at the mention of the word Kuvan, nodding and beginning to surmise Pulren. It was something he was used to, either by teachers, peers or opponents. He did not return the look out of respect.
"You wish to join Riverfall as a citizen? May I ask why?" Pulren was not surprised by this question. He expected some kind of screening. It seemed like the Aid Center just waved him through the bureaucracy. "I have traveled all over the world and still, yet when I arrived here, I felt as if i was at home. Only in my native Zeltiva have I felt such a thing." Another nod and raise of eyebrow. "Zeltivan? You are far away indeed. A man of the sea, then? Please follow me to the back of the room." It all seemed very normal and ordinary, though the Zeltivan had senses that came with his job title. He saw the eyes on him and he returned those looks. They were all students of life as he was.
Once they made it to a rack of weapons, real and wooden, Sohryn turned on his heel and flourished toward the weapons. "I assume since you came here, your specialty is with weapons. What are your weapons of choice?" Looking around, Pulren's own eyebrows rose when he did see a trident, albeit a wooden practice variety. He looked to the master for a visual affirmation that he could help himself. Another flourish and nod was given and he handled the trident. Taking it in both hands, he felt its weight, which was a little off due to it being wood, but it would suffice. "I usually also use a shield. I can or not, as you wish."he returned to the place he had begun, trident in hand.
A laugh came from the purple master. "A true man of the sea! All you need now is the mark of the Sea Father, but of course, you are no Svefra." Pulren smiled and pulled his linen shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head, folding it and putting it against the wall. Returning to his place, he turned to show his Oceanus mark with pride. "Sea man through and through." The eyebrow rose again, the Akalak adding, "I am impressed. Let's just start with the trident." He looked to his right and a student came up with a spear. It wasn't a practice spear but it didn't look especially sharp. "Do you agree?", the Akalak asked of him.
"Aye.", he replied. Pulren had no expectation of beating the man before him. There was little doubt that should the Akalak wish to dismantle him with the spear he was holding, he very well could. Pulren didn't expect him to do so, but he treated the spar with the same respect that he would give to any other fight. Besides, the point was to prove his ability to defend himself and the city. He watched the purple man take the spear up into both hands and Pulren did the same with his own trident.
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