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Post by Shayariel on Sept 10, 2015 8:07:53 GMT -8
2015-09-10 - Strength +1
[04:01:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) went out this time to continue or rather finish the work on the stones. Last time she had been interrupted by the attacking bear. But work needs to be done, that she was attacked a one time does not mean that she does not try a second time to finish her duties. She may not let fear reign her world! Given it was not the work for women in her former tribe, the Mountain Lion tribe, to build the homes actually, rather to maintain them. But she is not with her old tribe anymore, she had lost it, got parted from it and landed on the Isle of Valesk after a long time of searching. If it was the will of the goddess that had guided her here she cannot tell. Now she is the wife of a man, has a new family, a new clan. She does not know the habbits of that clan yet, so she does this work. She always just does. If she sees something needed and does not know another being responsible for it, she does it.
[04:09:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) wanders back to the mountain slope of the broken mountain side. Today it is not warm, not really. Perhaps a sixteen degrees ((celsius)), for her, origined in the searing hot deserts of the Farlands, and the mountains around these deserts, it is near bitter cold. Never in her life she had seen snow so far, much less felt it or the time in which it occurs. She is used to the climate reaching temperatures of fourty five to even fifty five degrees. She wears a lot of furs slung about her. The elven clothes Emm had made for her, given her the day before, she had securely stored away, considering them a precious treasure for the best of times. Never had she felt such fine craft, and before being gifted these not even seen any sense to put so much effort into the fine making of clothes. It must be durable, practical, warming or shading, protecting against sword blows and easily fixed or replaced, that's it usually.
[04:16:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks further. She walks fast, but she does not run. She thinks of so many things, simple things, recent things. The days before had been successful. Both of those who dishonored her are no more, fled or were slain, her honor is restored. She got her clan mark. And last night she had this new, sensational experience again, this sex, that had put a baby into her belly, Dirk's belly, as it is her duty as wife of a man, to birth a baby to him. She likes this sex, it feels so good, it is like fighting, wrestling in the furs. And she wins that every time, even if she at times has to scream when her body begins to twitch and likely explode - Dirk always falls asleep first. Maybe it is more exhausting to him, or she has more endurance. She is Shayra, she is strong! She remembers sex though, done by others, by the married couples. She remembers having heard the grunting under the furs of them, also her own parents. And how the other young men had tried to do that with her. But it had always been a brawl before. And she has always had more joy in the fist brawls and the continued drinking after. She had gotten respect by it, even though some young men had been quite hot for her as she understands now, and sad that she had not understood that, done it with them, back then. She laughs, how stupid she had been! But had she gotten a baby back then, the White Queen had told that this sex makes the babies, she would have been shamed richly without an own man, near like a bondservant.
[04:27:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) arrives at the natural stone quarry, where the mountain side had broken down. She wipes the thoughts of the past, of sex, and all that away. Wiping thoughts away for her is easy, thinking is strenuous for her. She has her sword on her back, her pick in her fist. The rocks she had worked already are still laying there. She needs more. So she seeks more suited rocks.
[04:30:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds a few, a bit further away from the first ones. And she begins to work them. She wants to cut them in a rough brick form, big bricks. And so she begins with right that. She knows well to control a handheld tool used for slamming onto things, weapons are much alike. One has to be fast, strong and precise - and at times dose each of that to hit the perfect way. In her view she battles against the rocks. Work and battle in one, wonderful! More and more the rocks find their shape, hours pass, and finally she gets the required number. Two rocks had been broken or else failed to find their shape. She does not know much about stone cutting, just the basics. But she does not need to build a huge castle either, or an elven wall that would look as if grown out of the ground, where one sees no brinks between the stones. She had never seen such, cannot imagine such.
[04:36:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finishes the task of cutting the stones, her body already radiates from warmth, steams from sweat under the furs. She has to bring those stones home then, and for that she uses the pick to cut trees, two trees with each maybe five inch diameter. Those trunks laying on the floor, at one end far apart, at the other close, she lays the branches over them and uses twigs to bind those together, like a ladder in a way. A travois. With a lot of effort she carries those rocks onto it. She can take each two rocks, else she cannot lift the travois anymore. Dutifully she brings the stones home that way. Return, bring others, rinse repeat. It is hard work, but it is work she wants to do, has to do, will do without moaning...
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 11, 2015 6:03:11 GMT -8
2015-09-11 - Signature Melee Attack (Greatsword)[05:05:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had cared for the breakfast of Dirk and their guests. There are near daily guests in the cave, people who wander, whom they meet, whom they invite to stay and find rest on their journey. She had begun to bake, and to make lard, wild goat butter amd cheese. She roasts the meat they all hunted, after skinning and gutting it. Keeping the home in order, fixing stones and furniture which breaks not rarely amongst barbarians, she sees as her duty as wife. She cleans, she washes, she carves heavy flatware from wood and replaces it when broken, crafts drink horns from hunted prey. It keeps her on her toes and busy all day. She does not have much time for herself, and while that is new for her, she accepts it without complaining. The men of the barbarians guard, scout to find raid targets, plan the raids. But all raid together, men and women, so she will also have to keep her fighting skills and body up and lithe. Aside of getting the babies she gets more and more used to going to sleep late and raising from the furs early - including to satisfy Dirk's and her own sexual needs in the furs.
[05:12:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) needs an urgent break from all those works. She nearly feels how all that shortens her tendons and muscles. The guest whom she had practiced last time already had left, the day before. The others sleep yet, snore loud through the cave. One could think that a whole horde of ravaging bears roar in the cave. She grabs her sword and binds it about her shoulders with the straps, tosses the furs around her body and ties them securely. Sneaking is not needed. Even the guard had fallen asleep at the fire and snores, the fire she had already raked to burn again when she had woken up and prepared the breakfast.
[05:19:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gives the guest who guards on this late shift of the night, who had fallen asleep, rudely into the flank. She does not mean it evil, it is just the way of her folk. The man begins to wake up. "Guard! Eat!" She commands him, then leaves the cave. Outside she begins to run, through the canyons of the Wayward forests, to warm up and find a good spot to practice her attack. She meanwhile knows the strikes themselves very well, doing them against non moving targets does not really benefit her anymore. She will need a sparring partner. Yet there is none - the men in the cave are likely drunk enough to snore to the evening. Frustrated she sits down onto a rock on the wayside.
[05:24:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does at first not notice that a bunch of muggers approach her through the underbrush. One of them might have seen with what currency she pays in the tavern. Yet they do not hideously attack her at once, they feel superior being in the majority. The three surround her, begin to mock and threaten her. At first not understanding their peasently short sentences due to not getting how the words should be related to her, she soon does actually get it. They tell her about how weak she is as woman, how they will have fun with her sexually and twice if she does not pay the way toll they would demand. The three washed-up men stink, wear torn clothes of dirt stained linen, and hold butcher cleavers, broken sabers and clubs in the hands.
[05:30:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands up from the rock she sat on. The three thugs begin to laugh, mock further, and their leader even assumes a mocking battle stance, dancing from foot to foot to satirize a warrior's style. Slowly she draws her blade from the sheath on her back - the men still feel superior, laugh about it even. The hilt in front of her belly, she leans the broad of the blade against her forehead, the eyes narrowed, focusing entirely on her blade itself. She focuses the leader in that, but instead of attacking she slowly turns away from him, her body, not her head though. The men are so busy laughing and taunting and boasting about how they would fuck her again and again and destroy her by that, have their fun.
[05:34:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not turned away of course to bend over for the leader to rape her. Instead she had built up tension in her body, measured his height and motions. Suddenly all goes very fast: The moment her body shows mostly the back to the man, the head only able to see him from the brinks of the eyes anymore, she makes a fast, far jump backwards, spins the second half of the circle and extends her right arm with a battle cry to gather all her strength. All three men fall silent, stare at her, the leader, the two others. Yet only a moment the bandit leader stares at her, then his body goes limp and his head falls off his shoulders.
[05:40:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the other men gather themselves in sheer terror and will to survive. They attack! She storms against the right one of them, the one with the club, and tosses her with a half spin just against him. Her back crashes against his chest, both of them fall over and she ends laying backwards on the man, the man backwards on the floor. She lifts her blade so that the tip points down and stabs it aside her waist diagonally into his chest. Against her own body she levers the blade to totally crash his right chest cage, destroy his lung. Then, fast, she has to roll off him as the third thug already strikes against her with the broken saber. Yet by her rolling away, he just stabs his comrade into the heart, effectively killing him.
[05:47:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) uses the moment of shock of the man to free her blade. Both the man and herself retreat from each other, yet she in confidence, the man in terror. Once they are about twenty meters apart though, she begins to lift her blade, with both hands, high over the head. Crying her warcry she charges him, the man's eyes grow wide. About five meters in front of the man she jumps against him, the man lifts his blade to block the sword he deems incoming against his scalp. But she does not do it. She remembers what that one guest had told her, and so she lands into a deep crouch, in front of the man, pulls her blade all down in front of her crouching body. The man does not understand why she had not struck, likely even able to force the heavy two handed blade right through his broken saber.
[05:49:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) uses that confusion of the thug looking down at her with his weapon still held to parry over his head. She yells and thrusts her blade upwards, stabbing him from under his chin, through the upper throat, into the brain, out of the skull. She guides his already dead corpse backwards to the floor, then sets her boot against his dead face to pull her bloody blade free.
[05:53:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cleans her blade on the clothes of the thugs. They hold nothing of worth for he, but with a grim gaze she nods to them, honors them. They had in the end given her the chance to practice her signature attack, repeatedly. Moving targets, armed battle, no simple trees, no harmless sparring, a real fight. Proudly she marches back through the Wayward, towards her home. Sex... now...! No matter how drunk he is!
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 13, 2015 7:21:28 GMT -8
Signature Melee Attack (Greatsword)[07:59:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had returned to the cave. The rocks were placed close to the cooking pit. She had only found two that would qualify to be crafted into crude bowls - well at least one could make them to lay them on top of each other later on, so they would function like a pod with lid to bake alike. That would have to be done later the day though. The guests are calling for their mead. "You lazy, too drunk to stand on feet!" She mocks back in loud call through the cave, bursts out into laughter once more and still brings them the drinks. It was surely not being drunk at this time of the day, two of them had just found that they were headed the same way, towards Sar'skri in the east, and were already planning and discussing that gravely.
[08:04:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets basically surprised by one of the two discussers to ask her about her weapon training. She had practiced a lot recently, to strike with her blade against certain spots, to strike in a way that is maybe less common of an attack. Usually battle training consists mostly of slashes against legs, flank, shoulders, stabs against the head or heart. For many soldiers of civilized lands such suffices, as they are else just peasants, and their generals try to defeat enemies by sheer body count. She wanted to be better, and with the barbarian from her old tribe not present, she would have to practice his tactic alone, according to what she remembered him doing. "Shayra slay three yesterday, good fight!" She grunts as reply.
[08:09:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds the man, the guest stand up and draw clear, just as he does so she retreats a few paces and also already reaches for her blade. 'Show me!' the man demands, 'show me how you fought!' She narrows her eyes, wanting to see if he seeks a serious fight or just a sparring, if he shows honest interest or if he wants to shame her in her own home where he is guest. But then he is indeed a guest, she would not break hospitality, and even less she would ever turn down a fight. She draws clear. "You prepare parry!" She grunts, and already charges against him...
[08:14:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) charges against the man - him standing on the other side of the table from her view, with two more guests, a man and a woman, sitting there too. She uses the shoulder of the sitting man to get more momentum for her jump, jumps high and against the challenger. That is truly something this man had not expected, and surely so he rips his blade up to parry a possible blow against his scalp, holding his axe with both hands. But again she does not slash against the scalp, goes outright into a crouch upon landing and rips the blade straight down. She rips it down just to sstab vertically up right after, an attack that could go through the chin into the brain of an enemy. Yet she had aimed aside his head, by intend, the blade stabs up through the air, just an inch away from the man's eyes who still, in suprise, holds his battle axe over his head to parry, totally stunned by an attack out of a jump coming from below.
[08:20:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rolls backwards in that moment of surprise of her enemy, and while standing up then she already rotates on her toes, swirls around, and extends her arms for a slash in the last moment. The man just having opened his mouth for a reply, praise or taunt, just leaves his lips wide parted. Before he could have moved much he had not only seen the strike from below that could have impaled his head, he now also sees the sharp blade having stopped a few hairs worth width away from his neck - a strike suited to behead him in one blow, stopped just before that would have happened. He lowers his weapon. 'I... see...' he admits, and gains a toothy grin from her. Saying thanks or sorry is not very common amongst the barbarian folks she knows, and also praising others so directly is something that might not occur in all of them. "Shayra learned hard, you now drink. Shayra prepare food for travel, or if want stay another day, you tell, then Shayra prepare tomorrow!" She commands basically, extending with that also the invitation to find rest in their cave. Having guests means a lot more work, especially for her, but it makes the cave so much more warm.
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 13, 2015 7:28:56 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Signature Melee Attack (Large Weapons, greatsword)
Anticipated Completion Date: 9/13
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: Completed. [08:24:14] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): looks good Shayra. Your skill progression is complete and you may use the skill in RP. Please also ensure you add it to your information in your profile pick or NC.  |
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 14, 2015 6:36:38 GMT -8
2015-09-14 - Strength +1[05:11:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) exits the cave. She had already prepared breakfast for the guests and men, she is used to waking up early, even before the sun peaks over the horizon meanwhile. Clad lightly this time, very light, she steps into the cool autumn morning air. Is it like this how winter must feel? No, desert nights had also been like this, partly even worse. So a northern winter must be even far more cold yet. The coldness does not derogate her plan though. She regards her boots, grins. It was a quick idea the night before, when someone had told her that she would walk like a doe with rocks bound to the feet in jesting tease. She had concluded from those words that does with rocks at the feet would be slow, and decided to be better than that, even with rocks at her feet.
[05:15:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks at those rocks she had tied to her lower legs, heavy concave rocks, and those are indeed heavy. Lifting her feet is even exertive, was so alone from walking within the cave to the exit. But she does not want to surrender to that now anymore. What the guy had said was a challenge to her, and she wants to see now if she can best that. So she begins to walk at first, then to run, for a while, through the far canyons of the Wayward.
[05:20:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has to pause after well fifteen minutes. This way of walking is about as hard as to run through mud. Her legs are not used to such a straining and burn like fire. She crouches down, massages and rubs her calfs and thighs. It takes a while, but she does not want to fail this. So with still aching legs she stands up again. She resumes to run, and runs further and further, despite the pain, and the exhaustion this unknown burden means for her.
[05:24:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets used to the pain over time, suppresses it just, and it turning into a harsh prickling numb feeling in the legs just helps with enduring it. But the wind of the running tearing on her hair, the morning air cooling her sweaty skin additionally, gives her a real enthusiam to run. She begins to sprint even, and to raise the level of effort by jumping over roots, rocks and using fallen trees as stepping stones to gain even more speed and momentung.
[05:31:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) dashes through the Wayward. She had definitely worked too much on her upper body muscles recently, and the legs need yet a lot of work. Her mind goes though towards how she can use the strength of legs better in combat, in fighting, as that is what really counts. More stable stances? Perhaps she could kick an enemy in battle to get him off his feet or entirely thrust away? Jumping! She had practiced in her signature attack to jump against an enemy, and with stronger legs she could jump further and higher! Like a mad cow so she runs from now on in a big circle, to repeat and repeat to jump over, onto and from that last fallen tree during her running. She runs long enough that she finally must stop. She cannot really feel her legs anymore, they are totally wasted as they feel. Untieing the rocks though helps... but still she remains sitting, panting, and rubbing her shanks...
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 15, 2015 6:59:52 GMT -8
2015-09-15 - Strength +1
[07:01:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marched through the forest. She is not the best of hunters, but she can carry her weight as huntsman. And she had been told that the wyverns she needs to find would be where the Singarti, the wolf people, dwell. Or near there, but that such is a good place to start her search. There is but one way from the river side with the river to the one with the forest where those shall dwell, and so she begins her tracking right on that natural bridge that spans high over the river canyon.
[07:06:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds the first traces quickly on that bridge. Wolf paw prints of different origins, directions and... sizes? She had never seen werewolves or similar, but can well imagine that on this crazy island with all its strange races also wolf people could dwell. Likely also bear people and badger people, maybe even scorpion or snake people. Whatever. Some of these tracks and paw prints are damn big, as tall as her own boot's foot print, just twice as broad. That must be huge wolves, maybe like that horse sized dire wolf of the black skinned orc! She braces herself for some really nasty encounters - wolves are rarely peaceful, and much less they are alone!
[07:12:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) crouch walks to follow the tracks of those wolves, deeper and deeper into the forest. Meanwhile she holds her spear, a heavy war spear, with both hands. The signs for the Singarti become more clear the more she follows the tracks, towards the edge of the forest. Gnawed off bones, skulls, excrements of various sizes that clearly smell as bad as such from carnivores. She must already be in the territory of the wolfpeople. A thunderclap suddenly rages from the sky down into the forest, loud and close - the lightning shine had been very brief before it, and right after it, a strong rain sets in: Big drops falling down from the sky, as dense as a waterfall nearly. It takes only moments until she is soaked wet from it.
[07:19:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds a slope down from the forest. From the edge there she can look far over the ocean. The tides ravage the ocean as she can see, a really strong thunderstorm is right over the waters and the forest at least. One cannot see far. The slope down already begins to form into a white water waterfall. But she wants to go down there, and so she has to try! Carefully she sets one foot in front of the other, while the waters rush down around her feet and other waters pour down in masses from the sky onto her.
[07:23:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not gotten far until another loud thunderclap rips the air, totally inline with the lightning. A loud creaking, roaring and near exploding sound of bursting wood follows right from behind her. The tree there had been struck, split down to the roots. One half of the tree begins to bend, towards the watery slope she stands on, and her eyes grow big! That thing would hit her likely! Turning again to look down, she sees that a very slippery slope down has yet many meters to pass, and going up would take too long against the streaming waters!
[07:29:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) tries to hurry further down hence, the half, and burning tree comes further and further her way. The next time she looks over her shoulder she just sees it already blocking her way back. This turning though caused her to lose grip with her boots, she slips, and then it goes down fast the white watery way like on a adventure funpark water slide. She lands all the way down on a mountain ledge, fully exposed to the rain, wet as if having jumped into the ocean itself. The tides crush soundly against the mountain side far beneath her, but loud enough to suppress most any other sound.
[07:34:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lays on her back but pushes herself up by the elbows. She can barely see with all the rain hitting her face. What she sees though is bad enough! The tree half up the slope begins to fall, falls, and rushes down the slope. It is a big tree, and she knows she cannot escape anymore. She rolls all into a ball, as tight as she can, to protect her belly, her face, her chest from the many branches and twigs that soon later slide over her like a myriad of whips.
[07:38:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) screams in pain finally as the trunk rushes over her, not far, but enough to force her to unroll and get stuck under it. It is her iron belt that had protected her from most scratches, but it also cares for her to be stuck between a rock beneath and the trunk over her! She feels her legs on the other side, tries to find hold with her heels, but fails as the floor had all turned muddy around her. She lays her palms against the rock, tries to press it away - it does not work. She cannot shove it off nor lift it, and she has to tense all her muscles fully to withstand the weight at least. The trunk laying diagonally, yet on the slope and the ledge at least disables the huge trunk to totally squeeze her. But what if now a pack of those giant wolves comes by?!
[07:45:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows that she has to get away from there, and fast! A nearby fireplace, a cave in the mountain side from which an insane stench comes even through the rain, tells her that she had found the Singarti anyways. She tries once more to prey the trunk off her, with the help of her entire body even. It moves a bit, just too little - comes to lay on her thighs. She gives a pressed, pained "Ufffff!" at the weight. Somehow she must get this thing off her, else she will be dinner for wolves!
[07:51:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finally takes her spear. The wear spear hilt is thick and long, and made from hard wood. She stretches herself to reach it, barely managing that, but finally getting the pommel into her hand. She pulls it closer, and shoves it aside of herself under the trunk. She pulls the top end of the spear over her body, and stemms her arms up to push the spear away from herself - the lower end laying against a stone near her feet. The lever helps, allows her to actually move the tree trunk. Still it is hard work, and she needs to use all her strength. Not fast, but the trunk moves up. She has to care for it to not roll further and crush her lower legs. That's what she fears, yet she had forgotten that her lower legs are protected by strong smithed iron. She presses, more and more, a guttural growl pressing forth from the depths of her throat due to the tension.
[07:58:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finally gets the trunk up from her thighs. She can slide out from under the trunk, and once she manages that, the trunk slides off the ledge. She kneels in the mud aside where she had laid just moments before, panting and overly muddy and wet herself from the strong thunderstorm and rain. Still the waves of the ocean are brutal against the mountain side and the rain hails down like a waterfall. But she is free from the trunk, alive, and able to defend herself if such huge beasts should come from her. She just needs to catch for breath now...
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 16, 2015 7:40:57 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Giantkiller
Anticipated Completion Date: 10/7
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: In progress. [08:37:56] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): Ok - so.. three weeks, two RP's per week at least... and two of the total have to be against a creature of the type listed. You can put in a request for a Storyweaver to help with those since there's no Full moon coming and the larger shifters and such will be less likely.
[08:38:20] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): so that puts estimated end date at :peeks
[08:38:32] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): October 7th |
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 17, 2015 5:23:47 GMT -8
2015-09-17 - Giantkiller
((This does not count as one of the two RPs that need to be done with a PC or SW!))
[03:36:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks out of the cave. She had slept bad, very bad. She had been amongst the best female fighters, here about every animal, lean girl, leaf dropped by a tree or similar defeats her or wounds her heavily at least. An island of heroes and demigods, and she works hard to get more skilled, stronger, what not. It does not help, but she does not give up. Her body still aches heavily under the wounds from the wolves and the harpie from the day before. The wounds are closed by that Mer woman's magic - she hates magic, and this means she will not even carry visible scars to display she had won. Well, she had survived, that's all, but that's a detail one can pump up a bit. Sounds better, no?
[03:41:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) wants to feel the fresh air on her skin, smell the nature around of her. She actually wants to feel the searing desert heat, wants to smell the salty smell of the deserts. But one cannot choose here. She walks back into the forest where the panther woman had been. So far she does not know that it was the auburn haired woman. But then she still has a duty: To find the wyverns so she can slay one, or likely die trying as bad as she fights without the support of magic or by being just a human, for the ritual by the mer priestess. It is dry again, the traces of their battle had been washed away, the mud had evened out the foot prints.
[03:45:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leaves the spot of recent battle. It does not help to dwell in sad memories. She had not even gained the hide of that predator cat. It would be an honorable trophy. She walks further, but her sword in her fist. She had left the heavy war axe and the large war spear in the cave, as well as the bow. It burdens her currently, emotionally, yet she cannot part from her sacred, loved sword. It is not guilty! Cursing under her breath, and partly loud, she marches through the forest.
[03:51:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns around a corner and suddenly hears the sound of strong jaws breaking bones, then sees a giant wolf croush over the remains of a small elven or fae woman. The entire chest, belly, upper arms and thighs are already torn away to be eaten, leaving but a bloody mess of ripped flesh and blood, gut juices and the like. A terrible stench hits her nose, she cannot decide if that is from the corpse or the beast itself. When seeing a human being torn away from animals or monsters, she had never went to check for the looks of the remains, it is a first for her to see this, and she stands like frozen for a long while.
[03:57:01] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) is feeding on that pesky cute fae girl. This damn powerful being had hurt him a lot, being vastly powerful - in magic as in fighting. But he is also strong, in both! It was a murderous fight for his meal today, so he enjoys it the more. He had started to feed on her legs, then arms, then belly, making the prey live the longest to suffer the most from experiencing the process as long as possible. He is cruel, but he enjoys it. Two mean wounds bleed through his fur, but he does not mind, they will close soon. Suddenly another stench comes to his nostrils, he turns his head and sees the source: A fiesty human, another woman! Dessert! His snout all blood and gut smeared, he bares his fangs, growls in hunger and aggression!
[04:03:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees that the beast has recognized her. Still she feels the wounds under her skin, the hurting pain that blurrs her thinking, the throbbing pain on her back, and most of all the paralyzing pain in her thigh from the bite that will not allow her to run. She would never run from a battle, she just may not. Her traditions, the honor code of her folk forbids it. Running means to not get into Valhalla to feast aside the heroes of the goddess. She inhales deeply. She does feel fear, fear about losing this time for good, more so to lose Dirk and his baby she carries. She would fail in her duty to gift him a child if she fights and dies. That is the main fear. Dieing itself is not bad if it happens in honorable battle, at least she thinks so, firmly, as she had never tried it out so far.
[04:09:38] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) turns from his prey, his fangs bloody, his claws bloody, his fur bloody. He loves the scent of copper, of blood. That female human smells likewise, a good prey to smell like his favourite smell already before ripping her guts open. He does not wait long so, at once she jumps towards her, slashing his giant claws against her!
[04:03:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) manages in the last moment to let herself fall into a deep crouch when the massive beasts slashes its paws out for her - and damn, those claws are huge, bent and sharp! She thrusts her blade, up to under its chin, out of sheer instinct and reflex, trying her best to do her signature attack with her two handed sword!
[04:09:38] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) roars out as the sharp blade goes through his lower jaw, impaling also the upper jaw. He feels blood in his snout, and insane pain pumping through his entire head. He had taken two harsh hits from the prior prey already, the cute fae girl. Wildly he slashes out against this human woman now, just to get her away, and his rage makes him disable to withdraw anymore. He wants her dead, wants his revenge!
[04:13:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rolls away from the beast, backwards, to escape those wild slashing paws, and by that ripping the blade from the snout of the beast. She screams out as a sharp pain shoots through her body - she had rolled over the wound on her back that is hidden under magically healed skin. This beast does only normal straight attacks - she wonders if that is normal for them, as then these ways of dodging are quite efficient. Not much time to think about it, but if surviving, she would consider that after the battle. Instead so she strikes as well, a try to hit the yet slashing arms of the beast.
[04:19:17] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) falls over forwards. His arm bleeds terrible from the sharp twohanded sword having nearly cut it off. That will take a while to heal. Still though he does not want to surrender, he presses himself forwards, leaping low over the floor from that half laying position in an attempt to bite the woman!
[04:25:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marvels about that hit, yet only briefly. Pride has nothing to seek directly in battle, it is a serious and to be honored joy to fight! When the garou slides forwards to bite her with those huge jaws, she jumps up, coming with parted legs to stand again - over the beast. She yowls in pain from the aching leg being burdened. Yet she strikes, straight down, with her blade against the rear chest cage of the beast under her and between her feet.
[04:31:21] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) feels the blade pierce through his back's muscles, a rip bone, and sink into his heart. It seems to explode in a hot blood bubble in his chest, cramps, and then ceases to beat. He is not the oldest of garou, but he had been proud, strong and murderous, feared. There is no life story passing by his inner eye, his world fades into a cold black, the black of death as his body goes limp, the tongue rolling through his parted jaws, all bloody, and his eyes turn into his head.
[04:39:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands, shivering from the battle and the pain of her wounds over the beast. Her blade had struck, and a fountain of blood had come up from the wound - she had struck the beast's heart! The blood had sprayed all over her front, and she feels it even between her legs under the loincloth, as well as running down her legs. The beast collapses under her, but she still wants to go sure. She alters her grip on her sword and rotates the blade by at least a hundred degree, to enlarge the wound, inflict more pain, staggering, paralyizing pain, and to cause far more blood flow. Then she rips the blade out of the beast. It is all bloody, the tip soiled by the soil of the forest floor - she had obviously struck all through that huge body. She steps away from the beast. Another glance goes to the devastated body of the slain and mostly eaten fae woman. Then she hacks off the head of the garou, to keep that as a trophy. And while she begins to skin the fur off the beast, she thinks about her motions that had been so coincidently successful. Is that the right way to evade such strong and giant beasts' attacks?
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 18, 2015 7:02:16 GMT -8
2015-09-18 - Giantkiller
((This does not count as one of the two RPs that need to be done with a PC or SW!))
[02:15:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands up from the furs. Dirk had been hunting for a long while, and so her furs had been cold each night lately. She goes to the washing corner where a big wooden bucket with cold water awaits her for the matutinal catlick awaits her. Naked so as she had slept she kneels down on the rugged, soiled bear fur that lays in front of it on the crude cave floor. She begins to swipe the water over her face, her legs and privates, her entire body. Since she had realized that her belly gets more and more round, meanwhile well visible, from the baby inside, she pays a lot more attention to that area of her body, with feelings to it that were priorly unknown to her. There is a lot to think of with this new bulge on her body, and indeed she had felt fear for the first time since she was yet a very young child. Fear had never been allowed to her, and the training she had been given since able to stand had underlined that she would not have to fear much. Now though, it is something different - she has to be afraid for someone who yet can't: Her baby, Dirk's baby.
[02:21:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finishes the morning washing and stands up again. She slings simple furs about her body and begins with the houseworks. She stirs the fire in the cooking put again, adds new firewood, and hangs a big can of grog over it. Then she moves to the storage part of the cave to get meat for the men. She is not hungry today herself. Choosing this time a huge, spiced and smoked bear ham, she returns to the fire to roast that as breakfast. Loafs of bread she drapes around the fire pit, onto the hot stones, so they would warm as well. Only now and then she has to rotate the ham somewhat, and inbetween she can clean the mess from the prior evening's feasting. They usually welcome guests in their cave, and the evenings are long and joyful. Two hours later though, even the last guest leaves the cave today.
[02:25:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits down at the table, grants herself a mid sized cup of grog and a bit bread and ham too now. Meanwhile she thinks again about the quest for the amulet to be done by the priestess Nixie, for which she has to hunt a wyvern. That the bar keeper had told to start to look at the area of the forest where the giant wolves dwell, she had underestimated in the beginning. It is a vastly dangerous area, and she had not gotten far from there so far as each time she had tried, she got involved into brutal battles. And how huge that one two legs walking wolf had been.
[02:27:49] Orug (npc.ogre) had trotted through the Wayward. He is hungry, and no beast had shown up, apart of those damn rabbits which are too fast to catch. Suddenly he finds himself in front of a big cave, a black hole in the mountain side at the end of the canyon. There is a smell of bear ham coming from it, definitely. His nose is good for food! Not aware if that ham is attached to a living or a dead bear, he grabs his half tree sized club more firm and stomps into the cave. It does not matter if the bear is alive or not, it is in neither case a match for him and his hunger. Saliva already runs from his lips, split by those four huge fangs, in anticipation of the meal. He always drools at the prospect of eating.
[02:34:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) eats calmly, drinks, as she lets the battle against the wolf beast pass her inner eyes again. That beast had long arms and sharp claws to it, and a brutal tall snout with dagger sized fangs in it. She had evaded, dodged, and seemingly that had been the right way to deal with it. A scratch she had gotten, at the left hand, which she had only noticed afterwards. But the way of dodging had been just right against that giant of a beast. Another big swig of the hot grog. Hot grog is just perfect in this area of the world. It is terribly cold compared to the desert she hails from, yet the cave warms up nicely with the different fires inside.
[02:38:31] Orug (npc.ogre) follows his nose into the cave. There are torches, so it seems it is not a bear cave. Such even he notices, but there must be bear somewhere. He comes to a wall of wooden planks, sturdy planks, that it is a door or gate he does not realize, that goes over his mental capacities. It is a road block, and so, with an earth scattering roar, he slams the planks with his two hammer like fists, one time, two times, three times, the wood is already cracking and roaring under the slamming assaults. He wants bear! So he now thrusts, again roaring as loud, his entire weight against the planks, with some inrun!
[02:45:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets totally ripped from her thoughts as someone, or something, slams against the entrance, made from sturdy, thick, hardwooden planks. She stares at the entrance. At the first slam a cloud of dust shoots from the planks, at the second they bulge and shiver under the onslaught, at the third the first cracks get well visible, and audible. Then something massive seems to thrust against the entrance, and the entire group of securely nailed planks bursts and explodes, topples over into the cave, and she can see a massive mountain of muscles under gray skin, well three meters high, twice as much as herself nearly, and arms which hands nearly reach the floor while the monster still stands, a huge tree in the fist like a weapon. And those saliva smeared teeth! Not as pointy as from the wolf, but much, much more tall. It takes a while until she can gather her senses again, jumps up and rips her blade from its sheath. Her cave, her home, had been intruded by a monster!
[02:50:37] Orug (npc.ogre) has to stand up again after the planks had broken. Clumsy as he is, he manages that after a while. With a grunt he looks about the cave, seeing no bear. But the bear smell is strong. He sees though this small fleshling, a human, female, and nicely fat as it seems. There are bear furs about her body, leaving half the chest visible, and hanging well over a fat belly. And there is a table, with bear ham, roasted bear ham! He stands puzzled a moment, what shall he eat first, the ham or the woman? Maybe both at once? Then though the pinkskinned midged draws one of those pesky stingers! He bends forwards, opens his jaws, and emits a catastrophic loud roar against her. Saliva flies all over, and by that bending forwards his long arms can well land a few earthquaking slams onto the sheer stone floor.
[02:53:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cannot think much! Though it is mostly the duty of the men to defend the home, to guard it, by her folk's custom, Dirk is not there, and she will definitely not allow to have his - and also her - home raided, pillaged, destroyed and lost. She is a warrior, too, she will always fight aside the men, to help on raids or to defeat raids! And that gaze of the monster to her belly tells her that it wants to kill her baby! No Way! Not time for fear! She must defend her baby now, Now! With a ferocious battle cry, she charges at once against the monster. Two steps, then she jumps, swirls around while still jumping, lands and slashes her blade against the side of the monster's head. The neck is not visible, the heart out of reach, so this must suffice for her signature attack.
[02:58:01] Orug (npc.ogre) ends that roar in a gurgle. Now that is strange. A pulsing, throbbing pain finds itself at his temple, warm fluid fills his face's side. It puzzles him for a moment, and the moment becomes longer and does not stop anymore. He gets angry, really so, aggressive outright. This little fleshling fat woman had struck him with that stinger thing! Hate! Fury! He lifts the half tree which is his club, and just slams it straigh out forwards from top to the floor.
[03:02:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had hit, apparently, and her blade's edge had digged deep into the massive skull of the beast, though had not went all through it. That bone is thick and hard. That startled the beast, and so she can watch how it lifts that tree - it wants to hit her with that entire tree?! She jumps to her left, having hit the right temple of the beast, she considers that to be the best way to get from the beast's sight, though instinctively. The tree slams onto the forest floor where she stood a second ago. She stands aside of the beast so, and slashes her blade in diagonal arch, aiming to hit the beast's waist or hip.
[03:07:14] Orug (npc.ogre) had missed. It puzzles him the more. How could that thing not be where he had struck? And then another sting finds him, or a deep slash rather. The thick, leathery skin over his waist splits, and he feels that throbbing, pumping blood exit him again, even his guts press out some. He has no armor on his body. He had wanted to hunt for breakfast. Maybe he should have joined an orc army like his brethren had done, become a war machine in heavy armor like them, feared by all, invincible. He roars out as he strikes a half circle towards the side with the wound with his tree.
[03:12:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) can just let herself fall into pushup position to evade that new tree strike in hip height. It would have slammed her like a baseball through the cave if hitting. Afterwards though she at once jumps up again, stretching all the way she can. From that position she lets the blade slam down against the ogre!
[03:17:22] Orug (npc.ogre) had opened his front by that last attack and suddenly he sees the pinky jump up in front of his blurry eyes. Had he not hit her? Normally when he strikes, his prey is dead. A lightning flash appears in front of his eyes - the blade running down against him, but he cannot correlate that due to the blood in his eyes. Pain he does not really mind much, yet there is another cut he feels. Startled he looks down. He sees that the skin that had tensed over his well rounded belly had been cut open from the chest bone down to ... where his putz had been. The tension of the guts inside his belly against the priorly present and closed skin now makes all those spill out in a stinking puddle of blood and other fluids. He does not mind the pain, it puzzles him at best, but he falls, slamming onto the floor, and dies.
[03:20:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had remained standing after the strike, had felt how her blade at went with at least a foot length of iron through the belly of the beast. The foul stench of the guts, the throbbing cock of the beast laying nearby. Now that would be a lot of work for her to get that cleaned again! And herself, the prior washing totally rendered vain, and the gate to her cave she will have to repair as well. Or Dirk will have to do that, as he was not here for the fight! Yes, that will be his task, if he returns in time...
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 20, 2015 12:43:22 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Strength +1
Anticipated Completion Date: 9/20
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: Completed! [13:38:00] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): Congrats - you're all set - you can adjust your Strength in your picks and use that new trait level for your rolls as needed. |
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 20, 2015 20:52:10 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Strength +1
Anticipated Completion Date: 10/25
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: In Progress! [21:50:45] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): (Saved Mon Sep 21 01:31:26 2015)Hello Shayra! I am an Admin for the Isle of Valesk and wanted to discuss your Trait Improvement app!
[21:50:45] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): (Saved Mon Sep 21 01:33:13 2015)I will be working with you as you seek to advance your Strength from 7 to 8. This will require 5 weeks of effort (putting your anticipated completion date at October 25th) completing about 2-3 roleplays a week that are relevant to improving this trait. What is considered relevant is primarily up to you to determine what advancing ‘Strength’ means to you, your character, and how they can go about enhancing their own abilities through such things as learning, watching, doing, etc. While rolling for Strength is always good, it is not necessary. Just make sure to add some flavor to your posts about your character striving for improvement! I already have the link to your progression journal, but make sure when you are finished with your requirements you send me an IM to look everything over! |
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 21, 2015 5:09:06 GMT -8
2015-09-21 - Strength +1
[01:19:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands up, and sneaks out of the furs, as much as it can be called sneaking for a barbarian. Dirk is not there, so it would not even be needed. The guests yet snore soundly, either gender, draped around the table. She goes to the washing corner to clean herself from the night's sleep, then pulls her dress over her body, fastens blade and boots as well. Then she begins to work on the breakfast for all of them, and herself as well. As usual roasted wyvern, bread, and hot grog. She should bring up some variance really, but currently she has absolutely not time - having to care for the guests, the house, the works, all by herself. And other animals are scarce currently.
[01:25:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels strengthened though after breakfast is prepared, the guests were served and all content. Those guests surely fully understanding that she is alone and hence cannot care for them around the clock, she puts on her heavy fur mantle, grabs one of the heavy hatchets, not her war axe this time, and goes out to the forests of the Wayward.
[01:31:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not need long to find a good tree, sturdy hard wood, straight trunk, about a foot in diameter. She begins to hack a wedge into the lower trunk - the hard wood making it difficult and so she has to use a lot of her strength. Nevertheless slowly but steadily, she manages to get the tree to fall. She has to take off the mantle during the work even as the body heats up so much that even the cold temperatures.
[01:34:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows that she is far from done yet. She looks at the felled tree, then goes to the cut. From there she makes two big steps along the trunk, and a smaller one, and another small one. If this shall suffice for a new door, people should not have to bend their backs to enter the cave. There she begins to hack the tree again. And from that on she repeats the process a few times, finally standing in front of eight such wooden tree chunks plus the crown of the tree.
[01:38:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is all sweaty by now, and her hair glues to her shoulders. Taking always two trunk parts onto her shoulders she begins to carry the wood home. Afterwards she at first needs a drink - the guests have all left the cave, pursuing their business, and Dirk is still not there. Work is harder now as it feels to her, perhaps due to the baby under her heart. But she may not curse. Also for the baby she must maintain the cave, keep all fixed and repaired, if the man who usually should do it, is not present.
[01:41:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) resumes to work after at least a break to catch air. She roughly splits the ten wooden trunk chunks into more or less straight planks of each about two inch diameter. Those she staples for now aside the cave entrance. Then she gathers those planks from the old gate that she can reuse, including the nails and ropes that still can work. Many are broken, but the gate had been sturdy even before the ogre had broken in. So finally she has enough to build the frame and cave mouth blocking palisade, and to even strengthen the door and wall to be yet more stable than the old one was. Again though she needs a break!
[01:46:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) needs the rest of the day nearly to hammer the gate and the frame together, even more to attach the hinges. On the last she finally fails though, so she uses ropes instead. She covers them with another thick plank from the outside, so no one could just cut it to break in. ((would be usually better quality roleplay, but I slept really bad, innovation brain part is totally mushy...))
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 22, 2015 7:04:39 GMT -8
2015-09-22 - Giantkiller
[02:17:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits on her spot at the river, a high rock that has no easy access. One has to climb to get there, and barely any people see a reason to do that seemingly. She sits there, holds her belly that grows more and more round by the month. She has never had these dimensions and had never considers that she could ever have it. She had only seen on other women to be pregnant and proclaimed that her muscles are too hard at the belly that a baby would fit beneath. How wrong she had been. She recalls how she had trained with a guest this morning. It was a tall man, maybe as tall as Dirk, and he had swung a long spear. She had told him that she had those encounters with the huge wolf and the ogre, and how she had learned to evade them. The man seemed impressed, yet self assured as he often had fought against orcs and ogres in his past.
[02:24:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) closes her eyes as the cold breeze that flows over the river also waves over her exposed belly. She remembers what they had done, how the man had offered her to spar. They had begun to spar, and he had demanded from her to only evade and dodge, to not do counter attacks for now. She had done right that so, and she had to imagine that the long spear he had swung after taking off the tip would be a foot in diameter nearly - and still as long as it was when swung: He had held it at between five and seven feet. Those first attacks had been easy to dodge, when he repeatedly stabbed against her center. She had just made a sally sidewards, left or right, or jumped back. Simple swings had followed, for her to jump over or to dodge under.
[02:29:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remembers further how they had trained. He had told her then that such beasts might be faster than that, and that evading sidewards would not always be an option. Simple tricks he called it, for her it was highly innovative new tactics in battling. He had told her to put on her war gear, the heavy iron armor parts, strapped firmly about her body. She should always put thick furs under it, as then the iron would not just forward any heavy blow against her body beneath. That she had already known and done though. Then they continued to spar, and he taught her how to take those harsh hits of these giants beasts if she cannot just jump about.
[02:34:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) learned from that man how to take the blows, that not only parrying with the sword or dodging is a means of winning a fight, but that also controlling how to take a blow would enhance the chances to win. What he would mean she had asked, and he had just asked back if she would prefer to slam full front against a tree or if she would rather have her head slashed off or her shoulder crushed unter a tree sized club. Surely he had used shorter sentences to make her understand, and she had replied that of course she would prefer to hit the tree. So then she should take the blow with her armor, move her armored body parts into the way of the blows and move the other parts safely away if she could not dodge or parry a strike. She had not understood at first...
[02:38:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had begun to practice that with the man then. At first he had shown her slowly, by guiding her very body parts. She had been so excited about learning that, focused on it, that she had not even realized that the man mainly used that session to grab and touch her baby belly, her breasts, her neck and even her female privates. He had shown her to raise a shoulder and move her head aside in the meanwhile to capture a heavy blow with the pauldron, or to let a blow glide off her let armor as if that itself would be a defending sword, or to present the hard side or front of her thick iron belt against blows. It would hurt she had objected, and he had said yes, but less than if the pussy would be impaled, the head slashed off or the belly stabbed.
[02:45:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remembers how the man then had again taken his spear, and how he had placed herself with the back against the cave wall. He had began to swing again, and she indeed had far less chance to evade backwards, and his spear hilt surely was far from as thick as the club the ogre had swung. The first blow she had tried to parry then, which only leaded that the tip snapped against her bare upper arm. She sports there a heavy bruise now. But she had learned that he meant it. After that she had begun to do what he had told, to let the spear hilt crush against her pauldron. This weapon was thin enough to bounce off that iron, but she could understand and imagine what the wolf claw would have done, what the ogre club would have done. Low strikes she let run against her shinguards, against the iron bracers.
[02:51:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had practiced that long with the man. Each armor part she learned by that to use as defense, as damage reducer. Only her belt they spared for now, the man would not want to endanger her child. Would he have put harm there, only his death would be coming to him by the Bear Scar clan. There would be no forgiving, and he would be hunted down to the end of the world if needed. Hours later her shins, her shoulders, her lower arms, all was well reddened and partly even bruised. She did not cry from that, she had even demanded to practice longer until that guest was pretty exhausted, but she wanted to learn. She will in future have to practice that more, it would surely help her, alone the understanding, but then also incorporating this knowledge into her reflexes...
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 23, 2015 11:52:49 GMT -8
2015-09-23 - Strength +1
[11:50:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has wandered into that stone quarry once more - the area of the canyon of the Wayward where the side of the mountain had crumbled. She has brought rope with her, a lot of thin long rope. Arriving at the quarry she begins to undress: her mantle, the top, even the heavy fur boots. Also the fur kilt she takes off. With but a ragged fabric bound around her hips, the shoulder strap holding her sword on her back and the fur bracers, she begins to gather stones, not as big ones as she had needed for the wall in the cave, but ones of about three pound of weight. She takes four of them, choosing them by form. She needs them slightly concave for what she plans.
[11:55:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) crouches down and begins to wrap those stones about her fur bracers, fastening them tight to her lower arms with the ropes, until each arm holds a roundabout six pounds of basalt rock. She tests to lift her arms. It works yet, but she feels the weight on her lower arms. It is to her liking, and with that she draws her doublehanded broadsword. Like that, barefeeted and mostly naked, she begins to run through the canyon, a means of warming up, a means of practicing. She does not just run along the path though, but much rather over the rocks, over fallen trees and roots, everything that makes her run more hard.
[11:59:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stops finally. Her body is all heated up. Not only the weight to her lower arms, also her baby belly make it more difficult to run. But she forces herself to. She wants to have a strong baby anyways, so it is best if the baby both lives in a healthy body, as well as begins to practice with its mother as early as possible, in her opinion at least. She walks over to one of the thick trees of the Wayward.
[12:05:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) starts her fighting routine on the tree, slashing left low, right low, left middle, right middle, left upper, right upper, stabs head, heart, belly, rinse repeat. It is not about memorizing those attacks, that she has deeply rooted in her brain already, her body does it nearly on its own. But it is about handling the sword as strong, as fast, as technically precise with the handicapping weights bound to her lower arms. It is exhausting, very fast so, and she needs to tense all up to keep going, to keep her arms up.
[12:11:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) keeps going though, and only once she needs a break. During that she sits under the tree, in the pile of wood chips she had already slashed out of it, wrapped in her mantle to remain warm, and uses the time to drink water, and to care for her blade. It is a sacred activity. A warrior must care well for their weapons, as those are the only things and beings on the world they can really trust. She takes her time for that, always, cares for every hair width of length and broadness of her weapon.
[12:16:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) resumes her training then. She fights herself to exhaustion, having to work hard to lift those stones on her arms. She works until she cannot lift her arms, her sword anymore, then pauses, and resumes again afterwards. Several hours she works like that, sturdy, patient and enduring, until her water supply runs dry. Then only she dresses up again and moves back to her cave. There she eats something, drinks more water, and finally washes herself. Her cave is nicely warm, though she misses Dirk. He had been gone for weeks now, and while she knows that warfares or hunts could last that long easily, she still feels this strange feeling of missing someone so dearly, of even having sorrows about him having died perhaps. She does not know how to deal with such a feeling, she does not want it, neither what she is worried about, nor that she worries at all!
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 26, 2015 4:25:54 GMT -8
2015-09-26 - Giantkiller
[02:28:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits with the guest she had sparred with last time, at the breakfast table, with ale and bread and wyvern ham in front of them. He had taught her how to deflect attacks with her armor, or to use it to take blows that would else be lethal in an acceptable severity. They eat and drink, and do not talk much. The man though now and then finds himself staring at her breasts - he is not used from his home that women go topless like the men. She does not mind, but just stares onto the table in front of her, not yet all awake as she feels.
[02:34:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) chews on the roasted ham. It is salty, and hence to her liking. In her home in the desert and the surrounding mountains, they had always drunk a lot of alcohol and water, and eaten a lot of salt as they lost masses of it during the days from sweating. "So Shayra know take hits, take as not so massive. Must have armor for that." She grunts suddenly, "but what I do without? What if I have no armor?" She looks up to the man, finds out finally that he is totally sunken into gnawing bread and ham and staring dreamingly at her breasts.
[02:39:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grins about how she rips him from his daydreaming. "Man need a woman, eh?" She grunts and laughs merrily. The man though knows to counter with a humorous reply. She laughs the more. 'So if you are naked...' she hears him reply, 'and the tall ones focus, are not distracted...' Now he had played the ball back to her, and she cannot really stop laughing. She roars out laughing, has to hold her belly even, and already rolls backwards from her crosslegged sitting position.
[02:45:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds the man suddenly all above herself, one of his hands pressing down her left shoulder, the other groping right breast needingly. She gasps... but still laughs. It is nothing bad for her, nothing along the lines of cheating, adultery. She does feel arousal from the touch on her breasts - they are swelling slowly due to the pregnancy. She had never known such to happen! But his assault raises other interests in her than to have a heated time with him. She presses her thigh between his legs, against his hard one which she feels clearly, then grabs him by the shoulders and pulls on one side, presses on the other, until he falls off and over from her. She rolls on top of the man.
[02:50:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) growls: "You tell Shayra now! What do if no armor!" She really wants to know despite this joyous wrestling. The man who had priorly been surprised after having surprised her now bulges his body up though, rolls over once again ontop of her. 'Then Shayra must be fast! Must be valorous!' She hears him explain, 'jump into blow, blow then hasn't full speed, hasn't full strength!' She pants heavily under him, has to consider that reply, somehow it really sounds as if making sense. Attacks get max momentum soon before striking - to take them already well before they hit, or when just being started if another dodging is impossible really makes sense.
[02:56:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) roars out loud, and forces him to roll around again. The knee pressed onto his loin this time and the hands onto his spread arms' wrists to nail him down, she gets atop once more. She does not even mind that she has to press her breasts against his hairy chest. "Shayra is very valorous, is very strong! A good warrior!" She growls against him, "but not always be close! Not always possible jump attack!" He tries to buck up again, yet notices that he will just harm his own hard one with that under her knee. And he does not want to just press her off. He surely wants to fuck her, but knows he can't should she not start with the intend as he is guest here. But he does consider her having started with her breasts pressing against him - where he hails from that is far from normal!
[03:01:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) keeps pinning him down. At least she thinks she is pinning him down. Though being strong, this man is stronger than she is. "You tell! What if no possible jump! If no can go in!" She demands in her commanding tone further. 'Then jump away from attack! Let it push you further, attack comes left jump left, go with attack, so attack harms you less!' She hears him moan, and also that she has to consider. She thinks about how that would work, then finally finds out! And also that sounds logical to her. She would be harmed, but less as if she tries to stand tall against such a massive blow. Given that she is now distracted by thinking though, he can use the time to wrestle her back under him, and this time he bends her arms high above her head, to pin both wrists with one fist against the furs around the table. Meanwhile he holds her body down with his own hips. He is convinced that she wants to have sex with him apparently.
[03:01:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels already how he pulls up her long fur kilt, up to the belly, revealing her womanly parts there. Moments later she feels how his shaft presses into her. She begins to wildly shake her head, she objects. She does not want to get pregnant again, not knowing she cannot get pregnant while already being such. And while other barbarians of her folk had laid with guests, she wants to spare herself for Dirk, the man who had claimed her! But also she knows she has to obey to Fee'Sta, the white moonstone rune, which stands for feasting, generosity and also mating! And Kiton, the blue opal rune, standing for freedom, equality and hospitality! She cannot break those! So she has to endure what he does on her, but all the while she thinks about what the man had told her, builds mental images of how such attacks could come, how she would have to move then...
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