Training at Sunrise

[buildyourworld]

Who: Tieria and YOU
When: May 9th, a day AFTER Intro Log
Where: Caissa, Coastal District
What: Tieria organized a mass training session, hideous ensues?
Rating: Violence, language, more violence




If you made your way to the location, you're already one step closer upon completing your training because this part of the beach is the furthest away from any settlement or port and also the hardest to find. You probably found it by following other heroes' trail, or you're those who stumbles around until you found it or you're actually one of those who went scouting before the actual day.

Either way, congratulation for making it this far ( puns completely intended ). Surrounding the rocky beach is an even rockier cliff. Be careful not to stumble or you will find yourself in need of healing. Thankfully, there are Kings ready to make a guinea pig out of your healing needs around. Your training will be held on the round rock-carved deck overlooking the beautiful sea or on the less rocky stretch of the beach, depending on your Trainer's choice. If you're lucky, your Trainer might even have you hike up that rocky cliff. You may even treat yourself to Caissa's fantastic sunset if you made it up there in time!

In any case, once you've arrived at sunrise ( or rather when the sun has risen sufficiently over the horizon because you're that bad with direction or has no sense of time ) and is done catching your breath, you will come to a notice pinned on the tall fences that tells you to tie a ribbon ( in the buckets, also tied to the fence ) corresponding to the training you wish to partake in on your arm.

Stamina ( GREEN ) ✽ Endurance ( ORANGE ) ✽ Weapons ( BLUE ) ✽ Magic ( PURPLE )

The notice will also instructs those who volunteers to be Trainers to tie a different set of ribbons, with black stripe over the four corresponding colors, on their arm to help differentiate them and the course(s) they're instructing. Of course, if you turn out to be a terrible Trainer, Tieria will rip that ribbon off you and very possibly shoves you into the sea.

There are no training weapon available because you're supposed to bring your own magic weapon.
If you forgot, you can either run back for it or pick a different course.

There's also a clause in very bold red letters that forbid killing. Break it and you will be broken in return.

Are you done tying those ribbons? Then what are you waiting? Get moving!





(( OOC: Please indicate in your top level if your character is a Trainer (which course are they instructing?) or Trainee.
eg.: Harry Potter | TRAINER - MAGIC
eg.: Severus Potter | TRAINEE - EVERYTHING PLEASE

Feel free to mingle around! Make friends, frenemies and even better, rivals! ))

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[armorial]

[ She has no problems with weapons and fighting!! However, after many troubles on the battlefield, she has learned it is best to branch out of one's expertise... This man seems experienced, just the way he presents himself. It's that aura that draws her to him despite being far from a mage.

There's a couple of blinks at her words, lowering her gaze. ]

I actually have little experience. [ She cannot even make a fireball, actually. What he says... doesn't exactly speak to her. She's not one that can visualize spells, one of the sword instead. ] Your words are wise, but I'm still not sure where to start.

[ She has like... no hobbies or that many joys, actually. ]

[sunderings]

It is all right.

[ Uncertain, is she? An eyebrow lofting high, he considers his new-found student with a pair of gently inquisitive eyes, the soft beginnings of a smile upon his lips as he abandons his throne of sea-weathered rock and dispels the barrier he'd preemptively cast with but a single, fleeting thought. In a way, she reminds him of... ]

You strike me as a shear of wind, cutting across the surface of water. [ —he muses, bridging the distance between them with a grace that seems preternatural. ] Could your weapon of choice be a blade, perhaps?

[ He cannot know with any great measure of certainty, of course, but it is in him to wager a guess (and should a swordsman not always be able to recognize another?). From his own back, he draws Guiding Light, the blade lambent of its own accord, mirroring the golden glow which stems from the Hero King himself. ]

I would have you begin with learning to properly channel your mana. If you are familiar with wielding a sword, fall into the stance you adopt at rest— [ And for Sion, that is with Guiding Light's filigree blade slanted down and angled behind, permitting a strong rising cut, if necessary. ] —and in your mind's eye, create for yourself the pommel, the grip, the weight of the blade. It may be easier for you to focus your energy, in this way.

[armorial]

... Yes. [ This almost feel mystical; it's all a strange sight, but she keeps her ground, only meeting him with a determined gaze. Even if she isn't one for magic, she wishes to master it, expand her horizons. Hands clasped together, she's even more surprised that he can pinpoint her prowess so easily and it shows on her face.

She's a small girl. It's hard for anyone that doesn't know of her story, her legend, to consider her a warrior meant to wield a sword. Somewhere she's appreciative for no other questions, her silence only resonating a positive air. She nods, listening to him. Taking into a position that she's used to if she had her sword, it's actually rather stiff in appearance. However, she's at ease and channels her mana rather easily into her hands where the weight of her sword would be.

It's that she's unable to vividly imagine how her mana will convert into a spell, unsure of the process. Maybe she's thinking too much about it, but it's still unnatural to her. Still, she awaits instructions with a great resolve. ]

[sunderings]

[ He's surprised her, hasn't he? As much is evident in the widening of her eyes, her bemusement softening her features, her countenance stripped of all its gravity, if only for a moment. In a way, her quiet and her stout resolve reminds him of another, a peerless beauty whose hands did not look as though they were suited for a sword, but oh, how they were, and how she'd been fearsome in battle, in defense of him, her King, for she had been a Lady of House Eris, and regardless of stature, all of Eris were trained to be warriors true. Even the littlest Lady, a girl of no more than twelve years of age, danced sprightly and bright around him as she knocked him down, again and again, besting him as though it were nothing at all.

(Someday soon, he would return them.) ]

Now, call to mind the rest of the sword— [ And not so simply its weight. Color him pleased, that she'd channeled her mana with ease, it is enough to make him wonder if she'd not been the one to impede her own practice of magic with doubt; with the uncertainty borne of any new undertaking. ] —let the energy coalesced in your fingertips spill forth in the form of your choosing. A blade forged of flame, torrents of water, or perhaps streams of air. Imagine it, how you would cut with such a blade, and...

[ He turns toward her, curious, eyes bright and keen to know of her progress. ]

...if it is all beneficial, using a gesture to 'push' the mana out would not be so impractical thing. [ The potential for that strong rising cut is realized, now, as the King lifts his sword to...! Cut nothing but the air before him. ] Something natural to you would be best. I suggest the motion of a strike.

[armorial]

[ She nods again, now imagining her fateful sword in he hand--the reflection of its blade, its golden accents, she pictures all of its beauty. It's not a blade of an element per se, but air does speak to her. Her vision changes to one of a blade encased in a gust. Unsure of how that should be displayed in mana, she merely fills in its form as he said without complicating it further. It feels as if it's actually in her grasps, but the sound of his voice brings her back to reality.

She has to focus. There's only an outline and the base of this makeshift is shaky, so she reinforces it to the best of her ability in this world. It isn't as much as it would be if she had her original mana pool, but she'll do as he says. It's merely one strike, no target at all, but it's done with such finesse.

Does it yield to anything?! There is a prominent gust... Her eyes widen in bewilderment. It's small compared to things she has done and seen, but it's progress she has never had before. Magic is an entirely different world and she has finally unlocked one door.

There's some silence while looking down at her hands that are still positioned as if holding a sword, but she composes herself with hands now clasped together in front of her. She looks over to him with eyes of appreciation before bowing. ]

Thank you.

[sunderings]

[ Thank you, she says, and Sion can only politely shake his head, a warm smile touching his lips as he turns his eyes toward the path which she'd cut in the sand. It had been a prominent gust indeed, the wind she'd summoned to her hands, and evidence of her work is written there, in the loosened sediments of the earth. Is she pleased with this first step taken forward? There is the subtle gleam of appreciation, yet, in the green of her eyes, but still...

She is ever-distant in her composure.

With no small measure of grace, he returns Guiding Light to its place at his back, and reaches for her, his fingertips touching lightly to the clasp of her hands. ]

There is thanks enough in being able to witness your accomplishment. [ Canting his head to the side, the long fall of his hair sways with the motion, and he makes no effort to conceal the small joy that it had been, to help her hone her focus. ] You needn't bow to me. Are we not comrades, united by common cause?

Though... [ Falling back a step, he withdraws his touch. ] ...regrettably, we are not yet fully acquainted.

Would you be so kind as to grace me with your name?

[armorial]

[ She admires her own work, shoddy at best, but she assumed maybe because it needs an incantation to stabilize it. She ponders, almost forgetting about her one time mentor. She perks up when he speaks. It's graceful, comforting, and encourages her well throughout her endeavors in this magic territory.

...

UHm.

Why are you holding her hand? Her eyes widen and look at him, looking for answers, but remembers this is a common gesture in this world to transfer mana. She did need it. Being inexperienced, she used more than she needed to. ]

... You may call me Saber, fellow Hero. I apologize for not introducing myself when I first approached you. [ That is what she did wrong, so she bears the blame. ]

Is there a name you go by?