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

yes good c:

[likethelight]

[ Ho...

Allen lets their hands begin to drop at that, smiling lightly. Nonchalant as he reaches for his breast pocket and draws his card from it once again. ]

If we played together before at this airship... [ Ever so nonchalantly still, so.. blasé, he spins The Fool in the air, cocking his head to the side in a way that's almost.. conspiratorial.

And catches the card with a snap and a small flourish. ]

...shouldn't you know it's best not to boast?

[ Set and match. ]

[sunderings]

[ My, my.

In the wake of such finesse, of such subversive insouciance, how could Sion ever hope not to smile, broad and true, the golden aura he wears as an ever-present shroud glowing all the more brightly as their hands part, leaving him to...!

Put a measure of distance between them, a summons for wind upon his lips to aid in a swift propulsion back, gusts of air stemming from either of his palms to kick up sand, tousle hair, and convey how very light of heart the King is all. ]

Boast? I do you a service, now, more than anything else. You should know who it is you truly face— [ Again, Guiding Light is drawn from its place at its back, the blade glittering and agleam. ] —the Hero King of Roland Empire, Sion Astal. He who sundered the darkness of old and who moves now to not only properly greet a friend...

[ Heartily. With might and with vigor; with a zeal few have seen from Sion himself. ]

...but to learn from him, as well. Allen, I— [ His voice quiets, his smile softens, though both are no less bright for it: ] —cannot thank you enough.

[ But for precisely what goes unsaid. ]

[likethelight]

[ Oh, he's fully expecting he's going to have his ass handed to him. That instinct he had when he'd approached Sion in the first place that the man was formidable enough to not be taken lightly, and Allen is without the weapon he's used to here even if he's still got his physical prowess.

And honestly, sparring for Allen generally involves getting beaten into a bit of a pulp. But that's not the point.

It's about giving as good as you get.

And given from the titles Sion's just given, he might be in for a doozy. But Allen smiles and shakes his head; warm and at ease. Relaxed.

This is good. ] The pleasure is mine.

Now— [ Abruptly, he grips The Fool again, conduit that it is, and the manablade shoots out again, forming the illusion of a bright white sword as it shimmers into existence. The selfsame mana Sion had just felt about Allen now taking its form into the weapon.

He spins the sword then, almost like a baton it's impossibly light again in his hands for its size, and takes a ready stance. ]

...where were we?

[ With the cheeriest, cheekiest twinkle. ]