Training at Sunrise

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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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[ All those trouble for hair, as long as Tieria isn't involved in them, do your things, Sion.

Looking over the horizon, Tieria kicks the water lightly as he leans back on his hands. He didn't expect such a large turnout, especially a large and participating group. It makes him feels accomplished and it's reflected on his expression, bright and cheerful despite how tired he is. ]

Maybe we should do this more often. [ Fun is a good word. Tieria had fun. What's better is the fact that he managed to unlock Forseti's ability. ]

Only today? [ He jests with a raised brow. ] I'll master it [ Forseti, that's it. ] It'll be really useful in battle.

[sunderings]

[ It is rather fetching, or so Sion thinks, the triumphant glow which brightens Tieria's features, the man by far more vivacious than the King has ever before seen. This sort of fatigue (and Sion knows it well for himself) is borne only after reaching a culmination, some glorious pinnacle where one not only meets with self-realization, but is able to gently coast down from the height...

...and remain at play, as Tieria does, feet kicking the water.

How could Sion not tease back on the bridge of a carefree sigh?: ]

You're too cheeky, though I suppose you've earned the right.

[ Just maybe. But then, his delight at Tieria's conviction goes unmasked, a measure of fondness apparent in his golden eyes as he draws his knees up to his chest, his chin coming to rest languidly atop them. ]

But as you've said, you'll master it, given time and perhaps another day spent in this very manner. [ Having fun, and learning the people who are their comrades... ] A Tieria Erde who does not conquer the mountain which has been set before him is no Tieria Erde I know.

[ Proverbially speaking, of course. ]

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[ He chuckles lightly at Sion's retort and proceeds to stretch a little to relieve his sore muscles. It's been a while since he has had such a good workout that he simply enjoys in it to it's last bit.

Being able to practice with so many people who all wields their weapons and power differently makes learning an experience, one that he missed more than he realizes. Back home, they run all kind of stimulation practices that were similar to what today's training encompasses but this feels different and in a good way. ]

And you're going to help me. [ He's not asking. You didn't hear wrong, Sion. ]

No. I'll level it. [ He's not serious, but please, don't entertain his terrible joke. ]

But you'll fly over it. [ He saw what your new weapon did and honestly, he's a little jealous. It makes him missed flying and his Gundam. No matter how beautiful Blanc is, it still doesn't change the fact that Tieria is made for the space. It's where he's most comfortable at. Being grounded suffocates him... even if he's willing to tolerate it. ]

[sunderings]

[ Level it.

The King's smile deepens, losing none of its gentleness as it blooms into a full-fledged grin, because joke or otherwise, the image of the other man reducing a mountain to its most fundamental particles comes rather easily to his mind's eye—so much so that he laughs, caring not to muffle the sound as he usually does. ]

To the very top I'll fly— [ And despite his own fatigue, he rises to his feet, wading farther into the ocean, the water soothing and cool as it envelops his ankles, the waves bringing it higher. Fortunately enough, Sion had foresight to cuff the trousers of his uniform to the knee! ] —and I'll carry you with me, if need be, so that the mountain is left for future generations to climb. They'll need to be challenged too, after all.

[ There is soft hum of amusement upon his lips as he casts a glance back, over his shoulder, at Tieria, his hair catching in the coastal breeze. ]

Swordplay is the speciality of your mentor, you realize. How could I have not expected to help?