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! ))

Comments

[likethelight]

Really? [ That's weird.

And maybe a little ominous. But oh well—that is the point of today isn't? They're going to train. Might as well go all out and push himself to his limits.

But he's glad Allelujah is here as a trainer. When he was looking around and feeling a little lost about where to begin it was a relief to see the Rook and he'd beelined over. After all, among all the people he's met so far... Allelujah is one of the ones he felt a real sense of camaraderie with.

It's... strange. And good.

Straightening, Allen brings a hand up just over his heart—over the breastpocket of his uniform actually, but pauses there. ] How should we start?

[ Is there something he needs to know in particular to train with this sort of weapon...? ]

[praises]

[ Curiously, Allelujah follows the line of Allen's movement, wondering just what it is that he might have up his sleeve. Since his arrival, he's encountered more than just unconventional weapons, and it seems like he may be on the verge of meeting another. But it's not enough to discuss it — Allelujah knows that only in a clash will he be able to understand. ]

I'll make the first strike, if that's all right.

[ He shifts into stance, positioning his shield, Malakim, behind, and crossing his blade-arm to the front. ]

Remember that even physical weapons require mana, regardless of their activation or not.

[likethelight]

[ Oh, that part Allen knows at least. He knows it a little too well. It's one of the reasons why he knows it's so important to be here today training.

So Allen gives a nod to that, taking what looks like a normal, if gothic sort of playing card from his pocket. A joker, it looks like. ] Alright.

[ Even physical weapons require mana...

Taking the card in his hand his grips it to form a tube. A conduit. One from which mana, bright and pure mana shoots out, forming a shape that's a shape that's as long as Allen is tall and nearly as broad. The rough outline of a sword.

Invocate.

It shimmers after a moment, an illusion forming over it. Taking the appearance of great white holy broadsword—more plank than sword, really—of pure mana. A lot of it. Probably a good deal of what Allen has as his entire self and mana reserves in his current state in the form of that sword.

He spins it one, impossibly light in his hands, and presses his lips together, eyes up to meet Allelujuah's as he takes a ready stance. Alright then. ]

[praises]

[ It's a breathtaking sight, really. Allelujah watches, briefly captivated, as the mana pools and holds into the bright shape of a blade. There is a shift to the space between them in light of it, as any external manifestation of so much mana might cause. A thrum, not unlike a pulse. Destructive and yet indicative of life, the perfect balance of what Allelujah would call force.

Yet when he likewise catches Allen's eye over the lines of their drawn weapons, grey on grey, punctuated with fierce gold, it's without malice, without enjoyment for a fight. There is just determination, and the responsibility to those around him to get this right.

Behind him, Allelujah's heel shifts into a pivot point to move from as he lunges forward to attack. His blade goes first, Prayer affixed to the line of his arm. He knows its movement is restricted because of it, an elegance dulled by muscle, and he'll have to rely on speed to achieve close-quarters. In the morning sun, it glints as Allelujah tilts it, lashing out sideways for the younger Hero. ]