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Post by Shayariel on Sept 27, 2015 15:31:38 GMT -8
2015-09-27 - Strength +1
[13:13:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had slept long after having returned home the prior night. She had bandaged that hurt lower arm, the left one, and put her iron bracer back over it to protect it and let it heal. Then sleep, a lot of sleep. The waters had calmed her after that strange song. The bards and scalds of her former tribe had never sung like that, not even the women. Strange lands. She wonders about that, all the time, between thinking about what her last guest had told her in regards to taking damage from those huge wolves, ogres and similar. She had dry practiced that even a bit, but could not much focus. So she had made her way back to the river, to maybe ask the Ocean Priestess about it. Arriving on the rock she had fought on the prior day - the blood of the woman that had turned into a wolf, is still soiling the grass there. She sits down, takes her blade onto her lap, and just waits.
[13:16:18] Sira'Kess found himself wandering by the shore of the cove still a bit drowsy from the nights escapades after the quarrel with the wolves. The hunter grimaced and furrowed his brow thinking back to the fight and how he had been robbed of a meal. He surfaced seeking a bit of the sun's warmth to help forget the matter. He smirked as he saw Shayra there practically waiting, he swam to her side before saying in cool tones "I see you don't look to beat up. That is good."
[13:19:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over suddenly as the shark man surfaces so close to her. She would never get used to their sudden appearances likely. Not understanding what he says first, she hears though that something is good. "Shayra fight wolf and cat, fight good, fight for Ocean Priestess honor!" She replies to that to confirm what he might have said according to her opinion. "Shayra won! Wolf and cat fled! Demon woman though, Shayra no like demons, wants to slay them! Demons are evil!"
[13:22:44] Sira'Kess arched an eyebrow as the woman pointedly reminded him that in reality he had done nothing but listen and thrash about. He sighed because for now, that was all he could do. "Yes, I saw. You do your people honor, you do the Mer honor."
[13:24:47] Nixie (Adalori Resident) had been up for a while, digging through the scrolls in the library. Seeing Sira'Kess near the surface the Siren would tilt her head to the side at the curious sight. swimming slowly up to observe whatever was going on, the tines of the crown she wore on her head appeared before her actual head did as she poked just her eyes above the water before recognizing Shayra on the shore. With that she'd swim closer, exposing a bit more of herself. "Greetings Shayra!" she would wave briefly as she swam forward.
[13:27:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not know that she maybe offended him, and as she does not know that the song that lured them all to the water was of the Priestess, she does neither know that he was part of the set trap. Also shape shifting is not yet really a part of tactical options for her, she just does not count on that possibility. And if she could shape shift, she would likely not try to spend that much time mid battle. So the mer could not have helped her as they were half fish anyways, as they are most times. "Shayra is a strong warrior, honor family, honor clan, and honor allies! Die for allies!" She replies to his words nevertheless, not considering a fish that cannot walk on land as a coward anyways - and he had not been there, just some random shark as she sees it. Then though, as she sees the Ocean Priestess, she lifts her sword, diagonally up, displaying the full broad of the edge to her. "Blood and honor Ocean Priestess! Shayra has returned!" She salutes her during her sitting, "Shay see you are well, you both! Wolfgirl surely ache much, big wound!"
[13:33:23] Sira'Kess let his expression go flat at the mention of the wolf. "She shouldn't have walked away at all. A fact she will be reminded of soon." He snorted as he glanced at Shayra, "She wont forget for a while." To the Siren he turned and smirked. "How do the tides find you my Idani?"
[13:38:25] Nixie (Adalori Resident) let a clawed hand run idly along the head of the sea serpent that coiled about her shoulders, a pet that was slightly less useful than her sea otter. "Blood and honor Shayra!You fought well!" she would praise the woman again, not one to shirk where recognition was due, be that good or bad. She would regard the woman for a few long moments, head tilted to the side. "Do you know how to swim?" she would ask, slowly to make sure the woman caught all of her words, there would be a tail attached to the barbarian soon but it would be a nice starting point to check on. She would need time to prepare for the ritual it would take to enchant the item, as well as to craft it in the first place with the components they had found.
[13:40:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) tilts her head at the shark man. "You talk too much, shark man!" She snorts at him, having understood nothing of his long sentences. At the praise of the Ocean Priestess then she inhales deeply, exhales through flaring nostrils in pride. She has to focus on that last question, but she gets it.... So she stands up, and begins to undo her clothings, her armor, hiding it in nearby reed. Only her blade remains on her soon later. "Shayra know how swim, swam in quicksand of desert, swam in oasis." She explains, and slides into the water....
[13:46:06] Sira'Kess snorted at her remark then kicked his fins to make room as she slid into the water. He'd move around to the Sirens side and observe the Barbarian's seemingly clumsy movements in the water. At least she could keep afloat.
[13:50:37] Nixie (Adalori Resident) nodded her head, well that was certainly good, however.... "Swim to where I am." she told the barbarian woman, swimming further out into the cove, much further from the bank, out past the lily pads and into the deepest parts of the water. She wanted to observe how the woman would kick and paddle, look for places there could be improvement, get her ready in a sense as best one could for the change that would happen to her.
[13:52:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is surely far from as agile in the water as the fish people, and neither a fast swimmer. But she can dive a bit, average for her race, but not swim fast. The oasis had been deep, but not big else. So she could dive as hobby and swim back and forth to learn basics. Her words were just a means of telling that he talks too long sentences for her understanding, others she would have attacked in anger - yet not allies. She knows not to word it better, misunderstandings so are not rare. She looks awkward though, having no sand under the feet in water is uncomfortable. "Shayra not swim as fish, not as good..." She admits, it is hard for her to do that. "Shark man no laugh!" She adds in proud grunt, yet with a grin. At the demand of the Ocean Priestess then she fumbles her blade into its sheath, and begins to swim, by rotating her arms and striking her legs up and down, to where that woman went. She has no clue why she does that, and water is really not her element, but she cooperates. "Why swim there? That much away from land!" She objects. Swimming is done if a ship sinks! Else the desert sand usually sticks under the boots!
[13:59:51] Sira'Kess smirked at the woman's movement and defensive words. As she began to slap the water he shook his head and swam to her. "No, dont slap. Push with your hands, kick with your feet." He continued to swim around her pointing out as she did things with too much effort. "Swimming will make you stronger. Give you rocks then make you swim. Make you better, faster." He pushed her on. "Go again."
[14:06:18] Nixie (Adalori Resident) circled around Shayra as she kicked and used her arms, as Sira'Kess started giving the barbarian a bunch of directions her brow would wrinkle and she hissed a soft warning at him. "To watch you swim. So can train." she did at least agree with Sira'Kess on that point, but one step at a time, she didn't doubt the endurance of the barbarian so they would not start there. She did not understand the concept of being pregnant, mer laid eggs, so the fact that Shayra was and it would make it more difficult never dawned on her. "First, do you accept training, Shayra?"
[14:10:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) squeals actually as the shark man begins to push her in the water. Water forms a wave and foam at her throat and bosom, but this fast she had never swam! She yelps! And she tries to understand the instructions. Instructions are instructed to be followed in the end. But what makes her stronger must be good! Strength is important, very much so! "How push hands?" She blubbers, the shoving makes water go into her mouth when talking. She spits. "Shayra kick feet other? Not like this?!" She seems excited, but also wary, uncomfortable and maybe even scared about this - being manhandled in another than her own element. She looks down, it is all deep and dark beneath her, her feet float freely in the water. Not good! Indeed her pregnancy, the second trimester belly, makes swimming harder on her meanwhile, as well as working and training. But she forces herself to perform. The baby would only get strong when gifted by a strong father, and given life by a strong mother. Should the baby fight for its life already in her belly. Nevertheless it is making things hard. "Shayra do training, yes, work hard, fight hard, feast hard! All folk do, Mountain Lion, Bear Scar!" Damn, at least she has her sword yet! "What Shayra need learn now? Ocean Priestess, Shark man say! Shayra work hard to learn!"
[14:23:29] Sira'Kess sneered back at the Siren as she gave her warning. He had taught landers before, it was not new to him. He turned to Shayra watching her movements. He took his hand out and made a curved, cupping shape with it. "Push the water, don't slap. Breathe deep. Breath calm. Not fast. Fast make you sink. Kick feet like this." He made a motion with his pointer and index finger alternating them up and down.
[14:29:23] Nixie (Adalori Resident) nodded her head as Shayra spoke, eyes flashing momentarily at the look the hunter leveled at her. She let Sira'Kess give his instructions to the woman and simply circled around the two for a few long moments. Swimming up close she cupped her own hand, making a long scooping motion in the water, pulling the water towards her. "Like this." she demonstrated. She would then swim away, further still from the shore. "Now, to me." she'd lead the barbarian around the shore, no doubt the hunter would chime in whenever he felt it prudent.
[14:32:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the shark man in the water beneath herself how he instructs her. The voice is not easy to hear through the water surface, but he speaks short sentences at least. She looks like a child listening to the instructing father. She must memorize the words and gestures, even if she does not outright understand them or might be able to reproduce, or translate them into leg motions - just for later alone training. Such was always expected from her, even if her tribes people knew she was dumb. She had gotten her respect by hard work and battle anyways. "Shayra try..." She snorts in reply, and already tries to adjust her breathing, nearly going down from that, then remembers to move her legs as well. She moves her legs as well, trying to do it how he had shown it with the fingers. It is hard to resemble a two joints body part with only a one joint part. Yet she looks down at herself, into the water, around the belly, to see how she has to move her legs, likely more parallel, not against each other, like fish move their tail due to not having split legs. It turns out more exhausting, but giving more speed indeed. So she will have to learn that, dolphin style, as well as the best breathing technique to it. So far it does not yet work, but she works on it visibly. As the Ocean Priestess then demands her to swim to her, she tries the same horizontally in the water, to swim in dolphin style to her. She at first remains in the very spot, bouncing up and under the water line like a half filled tin can. Then, slowly, her body begins to move towards the Priestess - she does not even notice it, but after a few meters she has to pause. "This is.... exhausting! Not easy like other swim!" She pants, catching for breath - the belly does not help her with that really....
[14:39:30] Sira'Kess came up beneath her and scooped her legs forward so she could rest. "First learn to breath, it will help you float. Till we get the amulet anyway. Practice at least twice a day. Everyday." He'd give her a break then ask "Ready? Go again"
[14:44:35] Nixie (Adalori Resident) nodded her head, watching Shayra. "Good, swim like fish." the fact she had emulated the movement at all was a good sign. At the mention of it being exhausting she nodded once more "Yes, train will make better. Make stronger. Learn swim like Mer." which would make her transition easier. While Sira'Kess was acting as a chair the Siren would swim further into the cove still, figuring she had been the buoy so far she would just continue her roll as place marker for the next place Shayra would have to swim.
[14:47:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is actually grateful for the help in the water, it makes it easier for her to carry herself for a while. But saying such is not part of her culture. Thanks, sorry, not really known. "Yes, Shayra practice!" She grunts breathlessly, and she would do that. If told by someone respected she does it, just works. So it would be swimming now, aside the other trainings she had chosen. She had not really caught up on breath yet, as already the next mile came to swim, told by the Ocean Priestess, but as usual, she just forces her body, and would do so until she cannot move at all anymore or faint. It is slower now, but technically a bit better, at least from the legs. She swallows a lot of river water in her tries to adjust and practice the breathing, but she slowly makes her way to the priestess. "Shayra.... must be.... stronger..." she pants finally - at least she gets used to the cold water!
[14:53:43] Sira'Kess swam beneath her watching her movements to make sure she didnt drink the whole damn river up. He'd pop his head up to scold her as any good teacher when she was doing something wrong. "Head up", "Head down", "No slapping", "Use feet" though he'd still encourage as they went on as well.
[15:00:56] Nixie (Adalori Resident) was watching more to make sure Shayra didn't drown as she pushed her 'frail lander body' in the water. Nixie swam closer to Shay, the pet sea serpent that had been perching on her shoulders the whole time slipped back into the water, "Come Shayra, swim to docks." with that she'd sink below the water, swimming beneath the woman and basically ready to piggy back her to shore should she flounder too much.
[15:03:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows she has to listen to her teacher, or the next enemy would kill her or the others of the clan despise her. Such was hammered into her head back as child. There was not much love from the moment she was able to walk on, just work and training, and very early responsibility and killing. "Yes! Shayra do! Do better!" She growls breathlessly, and indeed does so, tries even harder to get to the Ocean Priestess by that swimming style, while focusing on her breathing. She does so like a machine, with all the remaining endurance and patience she can muster, patience to keep working sturdily. The resistance to the body by the water itself, being so exhausted, tears on her additionally. And the baby belly makes her indeed feel like a whale or a manatee, just one with umpteen harpoons with ropes in the back. And with the words of the Ocean Priestess then, she stops. She does not yet know how to swim curves in the dolphin swimming style, so she has to turn stationary. But that gives her time to catch some breath at least. And on she goes - or swims - brainlessly, just moving, towards the wooden planks of the docks that appear so far away. She is a person who can trudge through the searing desert for days, but swimming even an hour eats up her strength faster than anything expected....
[15:10:11] Sira'Kess nodded as the Barbarian pushed on with that blank determined look on her face. A calculating look on his face as she begins to flounder before turning in place. "Push lander, you are almost there." He'd continue to watch her movements for signs of drowning but let her do the work herself.
[15:15:55] Nixie (Adalori Resident) would help Shayra up onto the docks once she finally got there if help was needed or wanted. "Perhaps we will work on endurance as well." the Siren mentioned to Sira'Kess in merish, slightly surprised but then again...."Good training Shayra. You learn well. We will try more tomorrow."
[15:18:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) loses her last strength just a foot out of arms length from the docks, the head going under water, and despite all efforts of moving her legs, as weak as that works anymore, she cannot get up for a few moments. Then she begins to struggle, naturally, just thrash about like she initially swam when first entering the water, just to get up and breath again. Her flailing hands reach for something, anything, and briefly reach the pranks, slip off though due to both hands and planks being wet and out of entire reach. Her body seems to just lock down to protect what is growing in her! Fighting in full heavy armor, with heavy weapons, or working with heavy stones or trunks seems so much easier with land under the feet! She is proud, too proud to admit that she had found a physical limit, but she cannot overplay it anymore. Maybe this plan of swimming with the fishes was not the best in the end? Training! She must train! Yet again the surface goes over her face - just to feel one or two pairs of slippery hands on her body to push her up again. She gasps for air and hangs herself weakly to the side of the dock. She pants and spits water again, and does not understand the mer language, but the others. "Shayra.... strong.... Must learn... what told! Else... else shame!" She gasps breathlessly.
[15:31:28] Sira'Kess held the barbarian in deep regard. "Do better next time. Tomorrow you run in surf. " She was stubborn if nothing else at least. The Hunter gave the Siren a look nodding as she gave her suggestion in Mer. "I agree" was all that was said.
[15:41:55] Nixie (Adalori Resident) glanced over at Sira'Kess with a raised eyebrow but said nothing, examining Shayra and helping her up onto the docks and out of the water. "You will learn Shayra." they were meant to be words of encouragement.
[15:46:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods solemnly and with pride to the words told by the shark man, the command. Yes, she must become better! "Shayra will practice much! Yes!" She swears as if it was about to kill a certain foe. That it is impossible to swim as good as they do in her human shape she does not even think about - she just wants to reach it now. Goal set, task to be worked on! She pants through heavily flaring nostrils. "Shayra will run shore line! Will run fast! Shayra know run sands, runs fast, runs long!" She complies also to the last order of his. Given horses were not the most common in her home clan, they had run most the ways to their raid targets or elsewhere. In that she is enduring, but not in swimming, not yet at least. She turns a grim gaze onto the siren, narrows her eyes. "Shayra one day swim fish!" She announces to that, "Then Shayra fight with fish! Fight in water too! Like Shayra fought on land, for fish!" She had meanwhile pulled herself, with help, onto the docks, had rested there a while. Now she pushes herself with force onto her feet to stand again. A bit wobbly, but proud...
[15:52:00] Sira'Kess nodded as the woman took to the shore probably feeling a bit like a drowned rat at this point. "For now learn to swim, fighting comes later." was all he said as he swam about the shore. She had done well
[16:03:08] Nixie (Adalori Resident) would drift near the docks as Shayra caught her breath, she was certainly determined, there was no doubt about that. She pursed her lips just a bit, "Mer, Shayra. Not Fish. Mer. We are Mer. Fight with Mer." she'd at least attempt to correct the derogatory term the barbarian was using. She was aware that Shayra knew no better and took little offense to it either way. Watching the barbarian stand and looking with a tilt of her head at the still distended stomach, maybe she had eaten something bad for her?
[16:09:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods as well to the man. What he says makes sense, although learning to fight in water would be surely more fun to her, given her preferences. She was able to swim before, just not fast or as agile, and she had never imagined that it could be this difficult and exhausting. But if she practices something, she would not stop, and if it was to run with the head through a brick wall. "Mer are not fish?" She asks then, at first not understanding as they have fish tails - fish humans maybe? But the Priestess had said mer. "So Shayra fight with Mer!" She states finally, if it is their wish, she would - try to - stick to that anyways. She does not even think of correcting them in return about the term landwalker or how they call her kind though. She is not really a human, she is more a Bear Scar now, was a Mountain Lion before - as she sees it. She follows finally the gaze of the Ocean Priestess to her belly. "Baby get bigger in Shayra!" She explains, "Shayra hope Dirk back soon, come hold baby when birth. Else no good omen. Ancestors not happy, goddess not happy!" She looks around, towards the area where her gear is hidden. It is quite some way away, it gets time for her to find her furs, to sleep and recover - the left lower arm, wounded on the day before, pulses painfully after this exhausting swimming.
[16:16:14] Sira'Kess smirked as he surfaced. He completely missed it but she was right should she be around the Mer more she should refer to them correctly. He looked to the barbarian, "We are done for today. Let your arm heal. Come back tomorrow and keep training." He began to think about the baby and how carrying it would make her training difficult if not dangerous. He'd forgotten Land Walkers conceive offspring in this way.
[16:20:44] Nixie (Adalori Resident) blinked, mouth hanging open ever so slightly before an 'ewww' look appears on her face. "You.... carry them.... inside you?" she watched as the woman waddles away to retrieve her gear, turning that incredulous gaze on Sira'Kess. "They carry them inside them?" her tone was, frankly, shocked and slightly disgusted. She snapped herself out of it though and looked back to Shayra. "Yes, heal. Train more tomorrow."
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 29, 2015 15:51:36 GMT -8
2015-09-29 - Strength +1
[15:25:41] Ella (maiacalhoun) walks into the cave, upon being invited and blinks, it was dark! "Ahem... Nice home!", she first compliments Shayra, politely as always and then adds "Today my luck has been awful. No trap shop. No mage. Warden said they chased mage here. Anyway. I have a request for you. Shayra. Will you do me the honor. Of a battle with you? To train. To learn? I have seen. i have heard of your strength."
[15:32:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had welcomed the warder to her cave. She does not block anyone but enemies from the gate, guests are always welcome, hospitality being one of her core values. And her cave is still rich, a lot of bear and wyvern meat, hides to the hilt, bones as well from the huge winged beast, and a great barrel of ale yet at least half filled, all acquired before the supplies went out. She had of course allowed the warden with the white hair inside, knowing her mostly from the tavern though. She had offered, rest, meal and drink, and served generously. Having some issues now and then to understand her words, having to hence focus a lot, she works to understand it all though. "Shayra folk wifes have duties, one to gift baby man, one to offer warm home." She replies to the initial praise of the woman, pride shines all over her face from compliments about how she fulfills such duties. At the request about fighting she looks up, outright serious again, narrowed eyes. "You want Shayra train you? Train you in fight greatsword?" She asks, now all serious in tone as if the other had called her to help in a war. Given the other has only a big greatsword, maybe a dagger, she just assumes it is about that weapon. It takes a moment of thinking, before perhaps the other can reply even, and she nods gravely. "Shayra will train you." She announces ceremonially. Often guests had helped her, she of course will return that honor.
[15:37:08] Ella (maiacalhoun) nods "Aye, greatsword. yes.", she first replies before adding to her earlier comments, a bit sheepish as she spoke "Ah.. good for you Shayra. But you have a baby growing in you. I now feel a bit worried to ask. Is it alright?", of course concerned for the baby, with training and all, but still she draws her sword and holds it to a side chuckling sheepishly "You fought my husband. Fisticuffs. You make me ashamed. I have no baby. Nor can I cook", she cringes, thinking of the godawful turnip soup she had made yesterday and she shakes her head to clear such silly thoughts and adds "I am much grateful to you. Shayra can ask any favor. If I can do. I will in return for teaching me. The giant sword skills"
[15:43:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) draws her blade slowly from the sheath on her back. Her gaze turns grim. Still she has to focus a lot, the sentences being partly too long, else just above the comfortable limit. "In my folk babies die! Babies die if being weak, weak due to weak parents!" She growls, "Shayra is strong, Dirk is strong, Shayra's baby will be strong!" Her baby's permanent racial battle begins already in the mother's womb. She regards her blade, lovingly, honoring it. "Greatsword is weapon of brave!" She begins to narrate, the same words that had once been told to her, "only cowards use shields, but the greatsword is demanding!" She gives a few slashes into the thin air, hard, fast and each well controlled. "The long blade is shield, the long blade needs strength, needs fast and strong moves, needs that you know it, it's demands!" She finally goes into a battle stance, stepping with her right boot backwards and holding the blade upright all above her head. "You attack me!"
[15:46:57] Ella (maiacalhoun) blinks, but does not hesitate, nodding as Shayra spoke and she understood it may offend the woman if she showed it as though she were uncomfortable with fighting someone pregnant. And so she tries to forget that bit and "Blade should know... alright", she huffs and heaves the blade up above her own shoulder height and with a grunt, she tries to strike Shayra at her armored shoulder, after all it was only training! And she had come as a student, and was not aiming to maim Shayra in any way.
[15:52:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) watches the stance the other takes for attacking, the way the the blade would circle sidewards and down towards her shoulder. Yet, much as the other guest had told her, she now even pushes forwards, much closer to the hilt of the enemy's blade, where the momentum is much less, and hence easier to catch with the heavy iron pauldron. Iron clangs hard on iron there, and she might gain a dear bruise under the pauldron, but that is part of life for her. "First demand of greatsword," she grunts in her battle tension, "know body, know strength, know speed - only if you work, the greatsword works for you!" She had not attacked in that round, and after that words she just retreats again, taking this time a stance with her weight on her front leg, the blade held out diagonally down sidewards.
[16:00:04] Ella (maiacalhoun) shudders momentarily as her heavy sword makes contact with Shayra's pauldron with a loud clang. She pulls it back with a grunt and listens cautiously trying to take to heart all the wisdom that a fighter like her was giving out. "Know body...", she grunts and steps forward, trying to mimic SHayra's stance and "Know strength", she repeats and grips the hilt of the sword with both palms tightly and "know speed", she slashes the sword downward bringing it high up in the air trying to get a sense of what was being taught. Not attacking Shayra, just.. absorbing the skill.
[16:05:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not known, and could not have known, that the motion of Ella was just to get the feel of the blade as she brought the blade first down then high up. So she moves in that instance as well, ripping the heavy blade diagonally up to not only parry the blow that might have come from above, but to also slam that blade away and destabilize the other. That could have worked if the blow had been indeed meant for her, as it wasn't, her parry goes basically through clean air as well. But she does not stop: With the momentum given by that diagonal motion she spins in slight jump towards Ella around her own axis, leading the blade with stretched arms, and stops the blow just low, in front of Ella's thigh unless evaded. "You see: If you work, blade works for you!" She growls, "if you know give strength, blade doubles strength! Enemy lose legs, both, lose belly, lose head!" If that feint attack had not been evaded, had not been blocked, and if the feint would have been serious, the strike might have indeed sufficed to cut both legs off the torso in one slash...
[16:11:00] Ella (maiacalhoun) had gripped the sword as if her life depended on it and she had her eyes on Shayra, aiming to learn -every- move the woman made. She gasps as she sees her effortlessly mock parry her mock assault and golden eyes follow the spinning slash move, "Woaahh", she calls out, jumping back in the nick of time to evade the move, as it was, after all, training. She nods, amazed actually at the woman's prowess and would bring back up the blade to a side, and motion with her hand up to signal a stop "Wait.. let me also try that", she takes a deep breath and mimics Shayra, well tries to. but fails badly as the blade is wobbly and her grip was not as well developed as hers. "Ugh.. Practice.. Practice... I am much handier with the polearm!", she exclaims as she then once more steadies the grip of both hands on her white and holy two hander greatsword. "Focus, know the strength and speed, find the weak spot, and charge", she tells to herself and steps back, bending her torso to a side to gain momentum in the opposite direction and slams the blade down once more, at the other side of Shayra's shoulder. "If I want to reach for higher part of body? Like heart?", she questions, her makeshift teacher.
[16:19:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) jumps back at first after her own strike, while the other asked for a slow down. She sees how hard the woman clenches her fingers around the hilt, and how then the tried copy of the strike fails. She herself had practiced for weeks to get that particular one - normal fighters often only learn six or seven ways and aims to strike anyways. As then though the real strike to her other sides comes, she does not parry. But instead she basically attacks the blade of Ella with her own. She slams her blade so hard against that of Ella that the clenched fingers of the woman might hurt, that she might eventually even have to let go of the blade. "Do not aim for small!" She growls as reply, "first learn aim for big, learn hold blade, learn work with blade work!" Surely meaning to get one with the weapon so the potential can be used best, a heavy weapon comes to effect when the own body controls it the best, strong and fast and technically correct - though like that she cannot express it, that would be academy training style. "Learn aim for big! If you slash strong, fast, diagonal across chest, easier to hit, harder to block, and destroy more than heart!" She lifts one hand to indicate she wants to show, then does exactly such a diagonal slash, as if in slow motion. "Greatsword is long, is heavy. Use length, use weight. Be strong and be fast. Each wound is large!"
[16:29:49] Ella (maiacalhoun) winces as her hands hurt, the woman bringing down her sword with might on her blade making the grip become more painful as her palms redden and bruise from impact. "Ow", she exclaims and holds the sword after she stumbles back from the impact with one hand while shaking off the other to listen more carefully, nodding again as she grips the sword again like Shayra, "Use the length... Use the weight.. Much like a polearm only the pole also is sharp.. hmmm", she mutters as if to herself and she steps forth, with much enewed vigor and in a better way mimics Shayra, the grip stronger and the strike smoother as she aimed to swipe the blade's edge with a loud grunt towards her torso and stops -just- before it makes impact and nods "Alright...", stepping back with a deep breath "I think I will practice this more regularly. learn to use the blade's strength. Then I will seek you te learn more. If it is ok with you?", she asks as she feels she had already imposed wnough on a pregnant woman nonetheless.
[16:37:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets the other do the practice strike, only with watching her closely. She does not understand what is spoken last, far too many words in a row even with focusing. Excited people speak more she had learned from civilization. Just though as Ella steps back, still holds the blade so tight, she follows her closely to get to her. Holding her own blade in but one hand, she grabs for the main wrist of Ella, tightly, perhaps painfully tight. "Shayra say You use blade!" She growls, in a tone that might tell that usually she would slap the trainee usually in such a case, just as she had been beaten for mistakes in her childhood. "Loosen grip! Grip be strong, not tight, allow arm flexible and fast! How you hold blade, you allow enemy use blade - against you!" That was also the reason why her prior strike against the edge of the blade had hurt in the hands, fingers or wrists. "Sword is very heavy, you be strong, you be fast, so you can use weight self, not enemy!" She instructs further, trying to prey loose the fingers a bit more so the hold on the hilt gets softer yet still secure. "You come back, train more. Show what learn. But then eat before, drink before, and rest after." She still considers the woman a guest - and those find rest, shelter, warmth, food and drink in her cave....
((RP ended due to OOC obligations of a participant...))
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Post by Shayariel on Sept 30, 2015 3:25:37 GMT -8
2015-09-30 - Strength +1
[03:10:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leaves the cave. It is again cold outside, and tightly she has wrapped the heavy fur cloak about her body. She hates this coldness, but she does not complain. Complaining stands for weakness in her folk. She had not slept last night, all the time she had thought about Dirk who still had not returned. She cannot tell what this feeling is that makes her miss him so much, but it hurts her. He had not even been gone for long, a few weeks, a month perhaps. And she does not know where he went, if he went to pursue the prey that had left at least the center of the island, but then it is still an island, not too big. Perhaps he had went to other islands to hunt, or to the mainland even. His baby grows in her, currently she is like in the fourth month and her belly does bulge visibly, yet not too much so far.
[03:17:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) carries her axe, the heavy double bladed war axe, the bequest from her ancestors. It is a heavy weapon, and a good weapon, even if it is already centuries old - well cared for, still sharp and sturdy. She wants to practice with that weapon. Practicing is always important, nearly a fixed institution per week - if not per day. With Dirk not there, her duties in the cave are likely doubled: Aside the normal chores like cleaning, washing, repairing as well as cooking for the guests, she now has to also care for and entertain the guests for the share of Dirk in addition, and also has to take over Dirk's share of gathering food. Meat is yet in rich supply, ale as well, but cabbages, roots, spices, all that gets usually added to the food, she now has to get, and fishing. She knows she needs yet more as stable winter supplies. If the autumn in these lands is already this cold, this scarce on the side of prey, she can just imagine how the winter could maybe be. But now it is time to practice.
[03:23:12] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) reaches a calm part of the long river, a spot which mountain sides shield from wind somewhat and the sun still can warm the soil. She lays off the mantle, the heavy iron pauldrons from her shoulders, unstraps the thick belly protecting belt that holds her war horn - she wants more leeway this time to feel the axe the more. Also the heavy iron bracers and the leather arm straps she takes off, the cleavage plate and the chain top she held over her breasts. Only the boots of her heavy armor she keeps, as well as the dagger holding leg strap and the shoulder strap that holds her two handed broadsword on her back.
[03:27:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows that to control the heavy axe she must be strong, fast and technically good. Without strength though it will not work, as if she cannot lift the blade, if she cannot carry the weapon for the maneuvers done with an axe, she will not get the best potential from the weapon. With two hands so she holds the axe out in front of herself, for a long while, to breath, focus, and to pray to the goddess.
[03:34:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to swing the axe, warming herself up at first with various fast standard swings and jabs. Would there be an enemy or dummy, she would hit him from the side in various heights, both sides, use the thorn on top the hilt to pierce him. She focuses though on the control of the axe, by stopping the swings after a while in planned spots. It requires a lot of strength to stop a swung axe as the weapon gets a lot momentum by its own weight being brought into motion. And that is what she wants to practice on!
[03:40:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) advances to the less sationary slashes and attacks after a few ten minutes of working the axe. She goes over to actually moving around the shore for her attacks, imagining a huge load of enemies, slashing against them out of spins, jumps and even from rolling over the soil. She feels steaming despite the coldness, happy and fulfilled. Battling is important for her, weapons the only thing she really trusts. Slaying enemies is her entrance to the feasting table of the goddess in her afterlife. She works hard with the heavy weapon so, enduring and passionate. That her muscles begin to ache after a while, she does not even mind, the more the muscles ache, she more she knows that she does the right thing in demanding performance from them.
[03:45:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finishes finally to practice with the axe. She would have enjoyed to continue but she knows she has duties, not only in the cave, also those given to her by the Ocean Priestess and Sira'Kess, her shark like guardian. So she undresses fully, and, naked as the goddess had sent her to this world back then, steps into the chilling cold waters of the river. The temperature feels like a horror to her, but she forces herself to go into the water. She will spend a good load of time to swim in this newly shown swimming style, the one with the legs held together instead of kicking up and down in turns. At first she swims downstream for a bit, then upstream, against the water flow, two times, three times. Finally she has to creep out of the water, totally exhausted, but content, happy, feeling her muscles ache all over. She remains laying in the grass, naked and wet from the river, catching for breath and thanking the goddess... before she dressed up in her armor and mantle again, and returns to the cave...
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 2, 2015 12:00:52 GMT -8
2015-10-02 - Giantkiller
[11:05:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had decided to not wait for Dirk anymore. She does not know where he is, can just assume that he went to the outskirts of the island to find prey yet actually. She has not seen him for weeks. She is not used to this strange feeling she holds for the man, she does not know the concept or feeling of love. So she had went out to seek him. She passes the forest on her way to the Innawoods again - the only other part of the island she knows and where she had not yet looked like at the center of the island. She holds a few ratios in addition to what she usually carries, had smeared all her body in that blood and dust body war paint - stripes, all over, to blend better into the underbrush should she again see a murder or likewise mysterious in the Innawoods. Soon she might arrive in that part of the island again, yet just passed the ugly ill feeling parts of the woods and arrived in more healthy parts again...
[11:11:30] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) Today, it seemed, was the day for issues with men. Take Lana, for example. Lana was a beaute. She was strong and good with a bow. She was widely considered every garou's dream when it came to finding a mate. And dem hips. Great for pups, amirite? So then why had she found another woman's scent upon her beau? It'd made Lana mad. Madder than mad. And she'd gone straight beast on Ted's ass -- and when done, went skulking through the wilds, still raging against the world. So it would be that as Shayra stalked the forests in search of prey or her valiant Dirk, the frothingly angry crinos would come into view, snarling, gnashing her teeth, and then letting her head back in an angsty roar.
[11:19:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets pretty much ripped from her thoughts from this giant wolf breaking through the underbrush and welcoming her with that brutal roar. Indeed she feels her heart sink - she had totally forgotten that these forests are the territory of those twolegged wolves, similar to when she had first met the other! This one looks more lithe though, more curvy as well as if a female. She cannot really hold them apart, given neither of them is really shaved between the legs. And so close those beasts still look terribly huge to her, and muscular obviously. She is used to fight men, human men! This island holds too many monsters, just like the Innawoods had those winged wyverns. She must stand tall though, by tradition it is forced, and if Dirk now should show up and see fear in her? Impossible! "Ugly wolf!" She growls low so, leading her left hand to the hilt of the else twohanded broadsword, "Shayra slay you!" She absolutely does not mind if the beast would understand her, there is no talking with animals, animals are stupid, even more than herself as she had learned at home. People here had talked to animals, those strange retards - no animal understands! That is impossible for her world. So she does not even consider to debate long with this monster, not for a second! Instead she, too, gives a proud battle cry, then outright charges, two short but strong steps to the beast, a jump then! She spins during that jump around her axis to get more momentum for her blade, to try to land her signature attack against one of the beast's supposed weak spots - if those are similar to humans or normal wolves at least...
[11:20:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#4c07#): 7 - Signature Attack, 3+1 dmg
[11:23:11] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#36b8#): 20 - to dodge!
[11:28:05] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) Lana probably should have realised there was someone in this part of the forest. But she hadn't checked, hadn't cared, and to be honest, with the camouflaging paint and blood upon the woman it might have been more difficult to detect her for what she was at any rate. As it stood, that another voice spoke at all surprised the crinos. And when it called her ugly? It enraged the already raging wolf. She turned a growling anger towards Shayra just in time to see the attack that was leaping through air her way - and Lana jumped aside. This act came with a new snarling indignity. How dare she be attacked on the heels of being called ugly when she was not? Lana spun towards the woman snarling, teeth bared, and swiped a massive, clawed hand at the nuisance who'd thrown the insult her way.
[11:28:13] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#a038#): 11 - Lana swipe at Shayra
[11:28:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#92c0#): 6 - Dodge
[11:34:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had missed with that signature attack, as usual. How had that barbarian of her former tribe done that so successfully all the time when she had seen him? She had trained so hard, so long for it, and still just misses each try. Or so she would have thought if she had time for it - already she sees that massive claw swing out for her, and like the one guest had told her: If you are unable to be out of reach, try to take it with your armored body parts! So she does, by turning her back to that claw. Moments later she flies through the air, hit just beneath the armored part of the back. Not all was covered, damn! She lands not far away hard on the floor, four scratches on her back, deep enough to show her rips even. An unholy pain! She knows though, if she gives up she is a worse dinner for the beast, and giving up will not stand well with the goddess! The goddess would laugh at her and deny her entry to her valhalla! No chance again! She forces herself up again, right in that rolling she slashes out against the legs of the beast as well - perhaps that might give an advantage...
[11:35:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#cc74#): 11 - Attack, 3 dmg
[11:37:22] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#338d#): 17 - dodging slash?
[11:41:09] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) A howl was heard when the woman was knocked away. A sound of happy pride and elation. The closest the unspeaking crinos could get to 'serves you right'. And she'd turned, of course, to gloat over the one who'd thought to question her beauty. So she stood, watching, seeing the way the woman rolled, the glint of her blade as it slashed out, quick and dangerous like a snake. Lana dodged it, if only barely, and she could have sworn some of her beautiful fur had been sheared off so close the blade had come to her legs. So fine then. The woman hadn't gotten the message to back off. Well Lana wasn't the sort to back down as well and she lunged towards the woman, another swipe of claws and another growl!
[11:41:21] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#2f23#): 13 - damn gurl! I just got muh hurr did!
[11:41:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#9c94#): 9 - Dodge
[11:48:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cannot even consider having missed again, did not even noticed it as already the next slash hits her aside the head. She feels the massive impact, the searing scratches of the claws through her skin there, and soon after the pulsing wet warmth of her blood running down the side of her head. She gets dizzy from that. Helmet... she... needs.... But no thinking now! Only fighting anymore! Either come out alive, or not.... She jabs her sword outwards, a stab into the global direction of that beast, to hit it whereever she can. She must have her blade blood covered at least when knocking at the goddess' gates, or the goddess might think she ran like a coward...
[11:48:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#ef7f#): 17 - Attack, 3 dmg
[11:51:14] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#3a16#): 8 - to dodge!
[11:56:57] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) After her blow landed, Lana hovered over the woman and took the moment to growl low in the face of her new foe. It was a moment of glorious menace, a moment meant to instill a fear into the thing that chose to come at her and show her how wrong that idea had been. But in her vainglorious moment she'd taken, she set herself up to fall. For the barbarian woman did not wait and when Shayra's sword was hefted, it found purchase in Lana's thigh. That prideful growl slid into a yelping moment of surprise. The garou jerked away, eyes wide and furious where there'd been a moment of vanity and glee before. She looked down at her now wounded thigh, then turned the full extent of her glare back towards Shayra and loosed an ugly roar of mingled pain and rage.
[12:04:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) pulls her blade back after it had actually sunken into the flesh of the foe. She had more felt than seen it, blood pumping from her head flows freely over her face's left half already, in addition to her back. She pants through flaring nostrils from the pain. When the beast gifts her that meat-eater stench fueled roar she backs away, one step, the eyes big in respect for the strength of her foe. But surrendering is not an option for her! The blade held diagonally down to the right, she grunts into her panting: "You no bad! You strong! But Shayra is more strong!" She does have respect for strong enemies, but she may not surrender - not against an animal or monster she does not even know why she speaks to. It is a monster, so she considers, if she surrenders or else dies, she will be dinner. And so she slashes out her broadsword another time, against the very face of the beast that emits that roar to her.
[12:04:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#ed64#): 15 - Attack, 3 dmg
[12:06:22] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#4e92#): 18 - to dodge!
[12:09:14] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) Lana's eyes drew narrow as the woman backed up a space and shouted back to her. Aha! So she was beginning to understand, it seemed. For yes, Lana was not bad. And yes, she was strong. But then the woman continued to speak and she declared herself the stronger one? A strange sound came from the crinos then, for it began to laugh an odd growling, chuffing type of sound. And when the blade struck out her yet again, Lana felt it graze along her hide as she barely managed to step out of the way. No sooner had Lana moved then she lunged, bringing down her clawed hand in another swipe, for the woman didn't seem to learn!
[12:09:20] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#643b#): 15 - swipe!
[12:09:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#e679#): 15 - Dodge
[12:13:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had swung so hard, and again missed, that she turned with her blade that the claw of the canine predator did at least not hit her head again or something along those lines, instead perhaps just her spiked pauldron which forced her down to crouch. Gladly her shoulder is not broken! If it is stupidity, the valor of an honorable warrior, or an ill mix of both one cannot tell, but she does not want to give in, feels not allowed to give in against the enemy. Without even standing up she thrusts her blade upwards, with both hands, wanting to hit the torso of the beast, some special spot - surely a nice hope, but still a try.
[12:13:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#5734#): 20 - Attack, 3 dmg
[12:14:31] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#1eee#): 14 - not the innards!
[12:21:34] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) And so it came to pass that Lana took a blade to the gut. Somehow, it'd gotten past her beautiful hide and she hadn't thought to watch for the blow to come from the woman when crouching low -- and it sunk in. Lana snarled, mostly pain yet still the anger that she felt rising higher. And for a moment it might seem as if the young garou was lost in what she should do then. Eventually, the crinos moved back to pull herself off the blade that had sunk in. But as she did she struck out with her hand at Shayra, a visceral, ugly sound made. This just got personal.
[12:21:41] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#40a6#): 13 - that hurt. ]:
[12:22:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#af3f#): 7 - Dodge
[12:27:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had gotten her obviously into quite a bad position, crouching low beneath the beast, and so close. Alone the wound on the back had prevented her from rolling away as it hurts so much, the blood over half her face prevented her from seeing the attack coming. And so another hit strikes her head, sending her sidewards to the floor. She fights unconsciousness. Another large blow against her head. Given that is the least important spot of her body, the protected organ there much less used than the liver in the tavern, but still that brain is somehow needed, and eventually the skull might be broken? It hurts enough now to warrant a healer or shaman. "No... food..." She croaks out weakly, and it can be seen how she gathers what else she has in her yet, slashing that blade out, again perhaps to the legs of the monster as not much else can be reached from her position. Giving up is no option for her, she is bound to her honor, her codes - strange for some, but the world for herself.
[12:27:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#ad10#): 22 - Attack, 3 dmg
[12:28:49] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#3b5f#): 20 - dodge?
[12:33:11] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) Lana growled in muted victory when she struck the woman again. Good! went her thoughts. And again! came so soon after when the woman began to move. She'd meant to try to hit Shayra, didn't want to back down now, furious for the wound she'd taken to the gut and in her haste she found herself stepping right into the woman's next blow. A slash across her leg and Lana stumbled. She howled and caught herself with one massive hand to keep from falling in full. The other hand gripped across her belly, and for a moment all the garou did was gather strength and breath. She was not the warrior in truth that Shayra was to keep going no matter the cost to her health.
[12:38:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) would go for the cost of her life. There is no other way, cowards are rejected from the feasting table of the goddess where she could dine and drink, feast and narrate tales with her ancestors. Such denial is the worst horror for her, for her entire folk. The shame of retreat, of surrender when there is still any chance to keep going. As long as possible she must fight, try at least. As the beast comes down so to support itself against falling, she uses a rolling onto her back as momentum to slash once more. A scream of pain comes from her lips while the blade slashes in half arch upwards and over to her other side due to the pain of the back wound being pressed against the roots, grass leafs and stones on the forest soil.
[12:38:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#870f#): 19 - Attack, 3 dmg
[12:39:17] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#cf90#): 12 - dodge!
[12:43:12] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) The moment taken to gather her strength was a moment that took more of her health away. It'd been her folly, to think that fighting here would work as it did during a spar or a hunt with her pack. There was no other around to hold concern for her well being, none who would let her stop to regain her wind. And as the sword came down upon Lana, she snarled against the pain it brought with it, turning with a snap of her jaws at the woman who was so determined to bring her to her end.
[12:43:19] StoryMaker rolls R6 (IoV:#6b73#): 15 - snap snap!
[12:43:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#8631#): 8 - Dodge
[12:50:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has nothing in herself anymore really, or at least least cannot see anything anymore. Laying on her back, which bleeds from a large wound, the two wounds on her head, allowing her to but see a shadow move closer. The huge fangs of the monster drill into her throat given how helpless she lays already. A hard, pained gurgle comes from her lips anymore, soon followed by foam mixed blood. The world is already dark, she fights, but the darkness just gets worse...
[12:52:16] StoryMaker (Cedar Ashland) That the woman had stopped swinging her sword at Lana was good enough for the garou. She didn't care about the woman's state and had no plan to eat her now. That wasn't Lana's way. Hers was to look after herself, vain in every regard. And so she gradually pulled herself back to standing and turned to make a stumbling way back to the den where she could heal. Not another thought given the insulting woman who'd called her ugly moments ago.
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 4, 2015 6:36:20 GMT -8
2015-10-04 - Giantkiller
[02:06:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had woken up. Naked as she slept she lumbers over to the fire pit to stir it up with more fire wood again. The cave being so deep in the mountain keeps warmth nicely, but being from the deep southern Farland deserts she prefers it hot. She sets up a brew in the cauldron, a little water with richly ham bits, wyvern fat stripes and a bit of salt, then she goes over to the washing corner. She is alone today, no guests are present. She washes herself, scans over her body to find the remaining bruises having healed. With a half sized mug of ale she sits down aside the cooking fire pit to take the warmth.
[02:11:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) drinks from the ale and looks into the fire. The last days had not been good. She basically has not had a chance against that huge wolf. She had better been able to drive it away likely, wound it enough that it went to lick its wounds, to lose its appetite. She is not happy with that - such beast is not the only one here on the island. Perhaps she should move on? Not to flee, that would not be honorable. Not out of fear, but she is with Dirk's child, and she wants to gift him this child, a son maybe even. Her folk does not differ between boys and girls in value, but boys are still a tiny bit more an achievement for the mother. She lays her hands onto the tight skin spanning over her growing belly. The baby would be strong at least, both mother and father are strong, yet the prelast day, the mother had nearly died and ripped the child with her to the gates of the goddess' valhalla.
[02:18:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels a tear run down her cheek as she looks into the fire, then another from the other eye, then a few more even. Crying is something she did rarely, her life had been near exceptionlessly merry. And she does not cry to mourn the dead. She does not cry in pain, or not often at least. She had once cried out of joy, and once when a way older barbarian had decided to not conquer her in battle, but another, more exotic woman. By the gods, she had so wished he would challenge her - he was over three times her age, but amongst the best fighters of her clan, and by big margin the most calm one when it came to being taunted, able to shrug off those taunts with simple, cutting sentences. She had desired the man, and had cried when he had decided for another. Now she cries... she does not even know why. She misses the man who had claimed her, for whom she carries the baby now.
[02:26:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows that in the past it was just desire for being the wife of a famous warrior, or such. She had been no thirteen summers old back then, knew nothing about love except for her father, her mother, her brothers and her clan. Now even thinking about the warrior Dirk makes her heart jump, makes her mood brighten, and makes her even warm under the belt, between the legs, very warm. She had heard other women of her age chat about love, lust, and now she knows what it is. And she knows what the men had meant when stating to better lay with whores as love would hurt more than the most sharp blades at times. She looks around. The cave is dark except for a few fire pots, torches and this cooking fire pit in the corners. It is empty, cold for her despite the heat of the fires, despite how comfortable and inviting the fires render her home. But it is cold because she is - or feels - alone. She had never been alone this long really, always someone had accompanied her, her family, her clan, or just random guests.
[02:31:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns her gaze back into the fire. The flames create dancing lights and shadows of orange and red onto her already bronzed skin. She stares blankly into the fire for a few long moments, to empty her mind from those hurting thoughts. Her thoughts return to the battle against the huge, two legged beast. What had she done wrong?! Her signature attack was useless, that's for sure, as usual. She might not even use it anymore in future. Then she had tried to take the hits of the beast with her armor parts. Just as the guest had instructed her, how she had practiced with him. He is not here anymore, she cannot ask or spar again with him. But the beast had hit her! She had done it wrong in the heat of battle.
[02:35:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) visualizes with her inner eyes how she had fought. The beast had instilled fear at first, then she had charged. She had rarely feared much, always known that her clan and her trusted sword were with her. That had sufficed against her foes. But those had been humans, humans with normal weapons. Maybe bears, mountain lions, wolfs, cheetahs, gryphons and other beasts and animals, never something this tall and ferocious. Well, the bears and gryphons were as tall, but strangely not as coordinated as these big beasts. She had pressed too hard, with too much momentum, so she could not really stop the turns and spins in time to bring her armor between claw and her own skin.
[02:41:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) goes through the battle further. Another attack she had done, exposing with that parts of her body that were not protected by armor, like the head. How bad a maneuver! She should have known better! She drinks another sip from her morning ale. There is still a lot left in the big barrel. She shakes her head, she may not think about goods they might need now or later. Not now! She stretches out her hand, regards it, regards her lower arm. She is strong, and agile. Such cannot be the problem that caused herself to get wounded so badly. She had charged in fear and aggression. Aggression had always been good for her to show in battle. But that was against humans, to intimidate them, to make them make mistakes. Perhaps this is not good against beasts like this. Maybe it is better to show valor, determination, like against bears! Against those beasts one may not show fear, and a ferocious cry and charge makes those beasts insecure about their intended prey or attacker. She nods to herself.
[02:45:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) narrows her eyes and pulls her lips into a grim frown. Yes, that must be it! She must fight those beasts without fear, with ferocious determination. If she can suppress her fear, shut it out of her mind like in every battle against the humans, she will be able to use the tactics learned from her guest with more control. Fear is a pest, her father had been right. There is nothing to fear on this world. She is barbarian, she is descendant of ancient, noble ancestors, a folk that ruled wide realms in what they call the Farlands here. The key to successfully using the tactics the guest had taught her, against those giant beasts, is to fight them with fearless determination. They are huge, they relay on that to be intimidating. She is small, small for her own usually tall grown folk at least, she must fearlessly use that to her advantage!
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 5, 2015 7:00:56 GMT -8
2015-10-05 - Strength +1
[06:01:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grabs her axe once again and leaves the cave. She needs fire wood and plans to care to get bigger stocks for longer time this time. The autumn proceeding and already the leafs turning yellow and brown makes her very aware that she has to care to get supplies in that would bring her over the winter - herself, as well as Dirk, should he ever return, and other guests that might come. She wanders through the Wayward canyons so, thinking to herself. Would Dirk really return? What if not? She would let his clan survive with his child - if it is a son at least. Or would she go back to the far south, traveling to finally perhaps find back home to the Mountain Lion clan, her old family? She had never seen any woman bring a child from another clan there, she does not know how they would react. She was bested in battle and claimed wife of a man. Would they demand her to leave and seek the clan of Dirk at the other end of the world? Or would they take her back?
[06:07:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finally arrives at a spot of the Waywards where the trees are perhaps a foot thick. She does not need them much thicker, and less would mean to many trees needed to be felled. She seeks one so, one that had grown quite straight, which has a good rich crown of strong branches. As many trees as there are, it does not even take long to find one. Then she sets her backpack aside in which she stores long sturdy ropes to use them later to bind the tree trunk parts together, as well as to build a travois to bring the wood home.
[06:13:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to hack down that first tree with the strong axe. It is not her war axe, but more a thick tool. The single blade is heavy, but not that broad, made to bring the momentum onto a quite small spot. She hacks a healthy wedge into the trunk, with many swings done by her arms, under the skin of which her muscles bulge in demand to give her the strength needed.
[06:16:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hacks that wedge until she considers it big enough. The wedge, as she had learned, gives the direction to which the tree will fall later on. She walks around the tree, begins to hack on the other side, diagonally downwards and into the trunk. This time not a wedge, she hacks always the same spot to drive her axe deeper and deeper into the trunk. Finally the wood of the tree trunk begins to give loud cracking sounds, the trunk begins to stirr and shake, and moments later the tree falls over.
[06:20:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets the trunk fall, catching breath in the meanwhile. Each three feet about she starts to hack the trunk into parts, then the bigger branches as well, and binds them to packages. One tree would not suffice as she finds out, not for an entire winter - she does not even know how long a winter lasts here on this island. She also binds the smaller twigs together, into bundles, to be later used as a means of tinder. She brings the first tree home, in several journeys back and forth after building a travois.
[06:26:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) works sturdily and enduringly. Near the entire day she walks back and forth between the area of those trees and her cave, felling trees until her muscles burn and ache. She stores the wood in the cave, close to the cooking fire pit so that the wood would yet dry well, and covers at least one side as well with leathers to prevent sparks hitting the wood and by that accidentally setting it aflame.
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 6, 2015 11:28:22 GMT -8
2015-10-06 - Strength +1
[05:17:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had walked through the Wayward again, towards the river. It is early in the morning and she travels light, mostly with her sword and her heavy fur mantle, a pair of boots on her feet. She had eaten light breakfast, drunken only little ale, yet at least. Arriving at the waters, she puts off her boots, slides the mantle off her shoulders and finally taking off the sword as well. Like the shark man had done, she hides her belongings in the reed at the river side. It is still cold.
[05:23:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps, naked as she is, into the cool water. She remembers the words of the mer people, telling her to enhance her swimming, and so she does now. She had been shown this swimming style that shall be better than her own, to swim like a dolphin. Daily she had practiced, and so as well today. It is far more difficult, straining for her, not being used to it, to use her entire body for the swimming, not only shoulders and legs. She feels muscles she had rarely felt in this context by this.
[05:30:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps further into the water and submerges herself fully. She hates the coldness, but she does not break in fear from it. She will not get out of it until she considers done what she plans to do. Only cowards step back, her body is trained to suffer through enormous efforts, so she has to force it today as well to live through this. It will make her stronger in the end as well. She surfaces again, catching a first long breath with her entire body and hair dripping wet now. One deep breaths, two, three, then she thrusts herself into the small waves of the river, stretching her arms out front, grabbing the one hand with the other.
[05:36:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to swim, concentrating on moving her body like a wave itself, on keeping both legs together. Indeed it seems she gets more thrust in water as if using the legs single each in their own thrusts. But it is a whole lot more exhausting, at least so far, more exhausting for the torso and the legs. She works to swim down the river, with the current at first, to easier learn the motions her body has to do, to warm her muscles.
[05:43:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to try to navigate in the water, at first unaware of how to do it, but it does not take long until she finds out that she needs to direct her arms into the direction she wants to swim, like the rudder in a boat! She begins to swim curves, circles, in this new to her dolphin swimming style. She will have to practice that more often really, it is not easy for her.
[05:49:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns finally, to swim again up the river, and against the current. It is uncomparable more difficult, but the river does not flow that fast that it would be impossible. Now though she really needs to work hard to get back. She does notice that it is easier than in her prior swimming style.
[05:53:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) repeats this training, yet for a good load of several lanes back and forth the river, always relatively close to the shore. In the end, absolutely exhausted, she creeps out of the river again, wraps her warm fur about her body. It is cold outside the water, even if she had felt warm even due to her work in the water. Outside the chilling wind against the wet body is terrible to her, she so hates it. She grabs her boots, her sword, and holds the mantle shut while she hurries back to her cave to dry and warm.
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 7, 2015 10:09:11 GMT -8
2015-10-07 - Giantkiller
[10:06:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks through the forest, towards the river to meet the Ocean Priestess, as she calls Nixie. She feels awkward, having borrowed a really heavy, full armor from a guest in her cave. She can move it in, quite well, being used such a weight, but it has a strange feeling for her, as if she would hide behind something, and hiding is not honorable. Also that massive axe cleaver feels far less elegant than her blade. She wants to consult the Priestess about this topic, to learn from likely the goddess herself if such is good for her to do. Pretty much distracted from her world of thinking, she stomps through the forest, the iron clattering and the boots pressing deep into the soil. A tracker's delight....
[10:10:37] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) was also strolling through the forest, on his way to get some fish. And as far as fish went, a mer would do just as well. He was hungry, and food had grown scarce. And when a monster cannot eat, they come out to play and scrounge up more. While his steps were by no means quiet, the thump, thump of his weight easy to be heard or felt, so too was the metallic clanking of another - and while it had been fish he'd sought, anything would do. Turning and following the sound, Shayra would first hear then feel the troll's approach, before he eventually came into view. And he was an ugly troll, even for how such things went; with a club he rested on his shoulder and a slack jawed grimace.
[10:18:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stopped as she heard something, then does a few more steps, but the sounds of steps did not really match with her own. She wonders about that - so heavy steps? And even while she does not walk they continue. She looks up and towards those other steps come from. Soon later her eyes grow huge - can this island never stop bringing forth new and more ugly monstrosities?! First those animal and gnat girls, then pointy ear humans, Wyverns, giant wolves, and now this..... mountain of flesh, pustules and whatever ugly skin, a torn face likely. And that axe reminds her of the ogre she had fought, another of those big ugly things that she did not know from her home. She stares at the beast, readies herself with a secure stance, and the massive cleaver held to be able to defend. "Valeska better watch now! Help Shayra fight big monster!" She sends a gnarled devout prayer into the sky, "And if no help, then go to hell!" She considers gods just another instance that should help if they could, but lose all value if they can't.
[10:27:45] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) At first, the troll stopped and stared, with head lolling to a side as it considered what it looked upon. In truth, it may have never realised there was a potential meal beneath. But the axe was hefted higher with a battlecry lifted on the wind -- and the troll knew one thing, whatever it was, it was alive. He'd seen his share of weapons too, and considered it a man beneath the strange metal. Man or mer did not matter to him - crushing bones and grinding pulp into a meal looked to be standing right before him. Without bothering to raise his club, the troll opened further his mouth. A loud horrendous sound then issued, as it he'd cover her shouted prayer with dissonance instead.
[10:33:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) closes her eyes briefly at that brutal sound, warcry, or whatever that beast utters, to prevent any possible spittle from that huge mouth to blind her. Well, and to not see those giant teeth. Only as that sound ebbs off she takes a deep breath. A huge enemy, another of those, and not always her encounters had went good for her. But fleeing is never an option. "You stink!" She snarls, and grabs that cleaver a bit more tight. "Shayra slay you!" she shouts out as her own battle cry, far more melodic than the beast's sound, as she already charges against the beast - a few long steps over the clearing that lays yet between them. As soon as she can she slashes the massive weapon against it - for her a mix of battle axe and sword, not as agile as the sword, not as weighted as the axe, but more momentum....
[10:33:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#8966#): 10 - attack, massive weapon, 4 dmg
[10:35:02] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll rolls R3 (IoV:#0dda#): 6 - does troll dodge?
[10:36:38] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) The metal thing was fast and the troll had barely managed to get his club off of his shoulder when her axe sliced through his shoulder. Another hideous sound then, this one filled with pain and menace. And though the troll did not move, he swung his club straight for her head.
[10:36:56] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll rolls R6 (IoV:#9d7c#): 12 - club medium + strength = 3 damage
[10:37:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#1c3b#): 6 - dodge
[10:40:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had hit, but obviously again considered the size of the enemy wrongly, left basically the upper body far too open. She gets hit, after trying to move her head in the last moment, basically on both her head and her shoulder, and staggers away - only the heavy full plate armor holding her on the ground, else she would have flown from the strength of the blow. Several steps she stumbles away by that, raising in the end only that cleaver to defend if needed, but she needs to get a clear head from all the stars and spinning she feels inside.
[10:44:24] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) When the metal thing went reeling backward the troll let out another hideous cry. This one, filled with elation, vindicated for his wound. A moment taken to inspect it, a series of grunts for what he saw. Then the troll thudded forward, only further angered by the lifted weapon and raising his club again to clearly show that once he drew near it again he would swing another blow.
[10:51:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shakes her head to get the stars away from her vision. Her head feels as if having a dwarf inside hammering on an anvil. Just like a shadow she sees the beast approach again, so she side steps, to her own right, to have the beast block its weapon with its own body if it should not turn after her. She holds the cleaver out yet to keep distance between herself or not, holds it high this time as the beast is also high - she does not want to make the same mistake twice really. Slowly those stars vanish from her sight, her vision getting more clear again.
[10:53:59] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) While maybe not the brightest or most clever, when the metal thing moved aside, it did turn to follow. It watched the way the weapon drew ever higher and continued pointing towards him, and finding that he did not like it, he stepped closer and shook his head. He did not stop there however, for then he swung his arm wildly. It was for the thing's bottom portion that the troll aimed now. It had learned, hit them there and hit them hard and they will down - easier pickings.
[10:54:12] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll rolls R6 (IoV:#acd8#): 23 - club = medium damage + strength = 3 damage
[10:54:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R7 (IoV:#60e5#): 25 - dodge
[10:58:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had moved and moved, her vision getting more clear by the moment. So when the beast finally attacked, with likely a low half circle of the club, she more or less jumped forwards, to get behind it, far enough so that the beast might block or have to end the swing with the own arm against the own chest. She had not paid attention for that detail though really, just wanted to get away from the mean club. She swirls around, roaring loud to gather her strength, swinging a horizontal blow against the mid section of the beast with both hands.
[10:58:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ rolls R8 (IoV:#730d#): 20 - attack, massive weapon, 4 dmg
[10:58:56] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll rolls R3 (IoV:#0717#): 13 - dodge?
[11:00:54] StoryMaker: A Grumpy Troll (Cedar Ashland) hadn't planned on missing and wasn't happy that he did. His club whiffed and the metal thing disappeared and it took a moment for the troll to get his bearings. When he did, he realised he'd no idea where the metal thing had gone to, it not occurring to him just then to check behind him. And so the grumpy troll met his end, the axe sinking through his middle -- and a moment after the body slumping before falling over. Troll was dead.
[11:06:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rips her blade from the back of the beast, likely having split the beast's spine and maybe more inside with this heavy weapon. She regards the dead monster a moment, then the weapon. She does not even get the idea that Valeska would have helped her - and if it was the job of the goddess anyways. No need to thank her. She nods though to the weapon - it is to her liking. The guest is rich in her eyes with such a good weapon, but not bright to borrow it out. She would never hand her sword to someone else. She looks over the beast, if there is anything interesting to loot - a crude club, so rather not. She will have to move on to where she originally planned to go.... but she cannot remember where that was. Her head still feels like struck by a hammer....
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 11, 2015 13:39:49 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Giantkiller
Anticipated Completion Date: 10/7
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: Completed. [14:33:18] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): Ah goodie, there you are - you're all set on your Giantkiller - I'll add that to your character sheet and you can consider yourself approved! |
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 12, 2015 5:30:15 GMT -8
2015-10-12 - Strength +1
[05:50:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leaves her cave. She had decided to clean, more than just brooming the floors and swiping the pots, clobbing the dust from the furs. So now she carries four heavy sacks over her shoulders, two in each hand. She had considered to go twice, with each two sacks only, but it is cold outside, she wants to prevent having to go too often. The fifth month of her pregnancy tears heavily on her, and the coldness is a curse for her, she feels it the more being from a desert herself. The four sacks though weight also hard on her, but she forces herself to keep them on her shoulders. Walking is slow, and she has to tense all her muscles, from the fingers to hold the sacks, to the toe to remain on her legs at all.
[05:54:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) trudges through the forest holding canyons of the Wayward, a path she meanwhile can walk without opening her eyes even, without much thinking about the whereabouts. The sacks are filled to the brinks, with the ashes from the cooking fire pit. Ashes and old burned down pieces of fire wood. She goes far through the Wayward, she does not want to have the debris and dust close to the cave, her home. How much easier it was back in the mountains around the desert in the Farlands: Riders brought this dirt away, tossed it from horse back into a dry canyon where the winds carried the ashes far away. Here now she has to carry it all alone.
[05:59:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) dumps the ashes finally near the tunnel to the center of the island, where the river is to be found, the village of Aberwyth. If it would become more cold, snow would cover the ashes, and in spring, when melting, wash away the ashes, and care to make the soil more fertile. She walks back to the cave.
[06:05:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) - on the way back to the cave - gathers twigs and branches, thin branches. She fills the now empty sacks with them, and has to take a long detour to fill them. Crouch down, stand up, swing the sacks back over her shoulders, move on, crouch down, stand up, swing the sacks back over her shoulders, move on, for hours as she cannot just bend down with her belly. And meanwhile the sacks become heavier more and more again. But she works, sturdily. Work is there to be done. Again she thinks of Dirk, the man who had bested her, and transformed this merry warrior into an upcoming mother, and then vanished. She is not used to missing someone. She is not used to not know where they go, when they go, or if they go. She had experienced men leave their families back in her old clan, but they had told their families to leave, and when about they would be back - and then they either came, or their comrades in the raid told the families that the men died honorably, and would never return.
[06:11:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not really consider Dirk to ever return. He must be dead somewhere as she thinks. The island is not that big as that it can take months to walk from an end to the other, or around it, even if stalking possible prey on the way. And the goddess must have abandoned this land, prey is still not there, the forest ugly over long reaches, and her man neither present. That he might have abandoned her does not come to her mind, he must be dead. She has to pause though, the sacks get really heavy meanwhile from the branches and twigs of wood. She will need more food, as well, to get over the winter here. She does not even know how long the winter would last, or how a winter with snow would feel anyways! But she knows that she has to have food and enough to drink, not only for herself, for possible guests, but also for the baby that will come.
[06:16:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shakes her head to get those thoughts out. If Dirk is dead, she has to raise his child nevertheless. If he had abandoned her, as well. What a shame that would be - it is not him to behave so shamefully, so he must be dead. She walks on, fills yet the sacks on her way. Should she try to reach his homelands if this place would decay further? Without prey to hunt, the predators would also die out or leave, and most of the folk likely. But then, if she would really find him at his clan, why did he go without her and his child? And if not, would they believe her to carry his child with only the amulet to proof her claim? Or should she go back to the Mountain Lions, her own old clan. There they'd know her, and accept her back as widow even. She has to pause again. The sacks are heavier than before nearly, but the weight distributes less equal about them compared to the ashes she transported before.
[06:21:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lifts the heavy sacks once more. Now she has to make all the long way back to the cave. Firewood and now these twigs would last long for her through a winter. She might have to make one more journey to gather and make wooden blocking and twigs, the later used to start the fires. And surely she needs to practice more swimming, something she did regularly lately, though also more hesitatingly as the coldness is nasty. She does not want to think anymore about missing someone, such emotions hurt, she wants to go back without thinking. Thinking is difficult, it hurts, and these feelings hurt the more. How nice were the times when she had not needed to think much, when others had done that for her! She trudges back to the cave, through the long canyons of the Wayward. Now and then she needs a break due to the weight, then she has to lift those heavy sacks again, and move on...
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 17, 2015 6:46:18 GMT -8
2015-10-17 - Strength +1
[14:11:12] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits in her cave. The evening before new guests had come. Despite her resources running low, she felt obliged to host them and let them inside. Her supplies might yet last another two months, perhaps three, if she saves up on them, but by far not over the winter. She knows that by then the baby belly will be really round, and make hunting hard for her. And she will need supplies as hunting in a winter - which she never experienced with snow - will be really hard on her. She knows she depends on the prey absence and dead forests to end soon. No reason to leave guests outside though, that is just not allowed as it is dishonorable.
[14:15:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) pushes far away these thoughts for now. She does not want the guests to feel bad. Instead so she serves them richly wyvern meat, ale, and feasts as if there would be no shortage. She talks with them, laughs with them, feasts with them, and now and then restocks the fire wood in the hearth fire pit. It is snug, cozy warm in her cave. The guests, two men, come closer and closer to her, hug her and caress her by the shoulders, sway with her while sitting aside of her.
[14:20:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) laughs with them as the first hand sneaks around her back, under her shoulder pit, to grope her breast under her fur top. The men care well for her ale mug being ever good refilled. Nevertheless she presses that one man away, just to land with her back pressed to the chest of the other. "You no touch Shayra this!" She blurts out while laughing still, "you battle Shayra and win! Shayra bet you no manage win!" Another roaring laughter, silenced then with a long drinking from her mug during which a lot of ale pours over her bosom.
[14:24:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) listens while the man she leans against suggests an arm-wrestling as weapons for this challenge, and how he suggests to also challenge her in the same way to also sport with her if winning. "Shayra no coward! Shayra win against both sure!" She bursts out, then drinks again, wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Sorrows are forgotten currently. "But you need offer prize! Prize when Shayra win!" The men regard each other, blank-faced for the moment, not knowing what they should offer the woman if they should lose - especially as they consider it not possible that they lose, neither one nor both of them. Finally, in unision alike, they offer her their clan symbols - a shame if it would be lost, making her basically a clan member in the name of the clan with a lot of obligations towards her out of honor reasons. They offer the biggest things being sure to win anyways. "Shayra accept!" She bursts out, laughing happily. She knows it will be a tough challenge, but she aims to win, and by that to not have to share the furs with them.
[14:29:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sits up as the man who had initially groped her moves to the other side of the table and the one whom she had leaned against puts the dishes away from the table. She sits cross legged, leans forwards and puts her elbow onto the table. By that she has a better angle on the table, the opponent is quite more tall than she is, has to arch his back more to reach the low table with his elbow. Finally their hands grab into each other, he grins superior, she has sparkling eyes in anticipation. The other man lays his hands over the two fists and looks at each. She hears him explain that they both may hold themselves with the other hand at the heavy table, stem their bodies into the pressing arms, and what they fight in this battle of honor about, sex with her against his clan amulet. Finally he counts to three, upon which he takes his hand from the fists and the battle begins.
[14:34:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leans herself into the fists to enhance her pushing, her muscles all tensed at once, from her thighs to the fingertips, the belly, chest, and neck. The man she battles does the same, and soon the pressed gnarling of tension comes from both their throats. The hands go back and forth, depending on how each one tries to mobilize their strength more. She is definitely stronger than this man, but she must be careful with her baby belly that does not allow her to use her belly muscles to the fullest.
[14:38:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks into the eyes of her enemy. She sees how the sweat runs down his head already, and feels how he stems himself against her arm with all strength he can muster. She just holds against it, tries to not give too much angle to him. And after a long while she feels how his pressure lessens, he gets exhausted. That she uses, roars out loud and leans in, taking all she can offer. And with a loud Thud his knuckles hit the table. She has won against this first one. Given, he is not a barbarian, more a steppes rider, an archer. He is shocked, just as the other man, seeing the woman win, and in frustration but honor, he hands his clan symbol to her: A striped horse emblem with a horse jumping in front of a raising and a sinking moon, the symbol of the Moon Riders of Erinost, steppes in the Farlands.
[14:47:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cheers happily at her victory, hangs the pendant about her neck, and grabs for her mug which the other man, also concerned about her victory, had already refilled. Heartily they drink, and the men swap their sitting spots. Though the new opponent, also a traveling barbarian, appears much stronger than the rider, a member of the Bloodsea Dragon clan from the north, a viking similar to how Dirk had been. He sits not crosslegged like she does, but spreads his legs far to get better hold on the furs surrounding the table. She leans in again, puts her elbow again onto the table. They take each other's hands, his being near twice as tall as her own. She narrows her eyes, drunken from both the ale as the pride about her prior victory. "Shayra win Bloodsea Dragon emblen!" She announced to him, convinced about her strength. The other man, still frustrated about his loss, knows though that he is force allied to her now, and honorable enough to accept it. He sits down behind her, wants to support her by holding her at the waist or shoulders as needed. She declines though, wants to win a challenge on her own. Nevertheless he remains sitting behind her, watches over her shoulder.
[14:53:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) listens as her new opponent counts to three once more, and then tenses up fully. They both press against each other, yet she has no clue that the stronger man just toys with her, having found out early that he is stronger than she is. He pretends just to lose a few inches, just to regain them then. She has to work hard though. The hands go back and forth, once she seems to even manage to nearly get his knuckles onto the table, twice he brings her's down nearly, just to let her recover. She gnarls constantly, pressing and leaning against the fists. It is joyous for her nevertheless. She loves tests of strength, as she likes battles and hosting guests. The prize on the table is high, that she knows too though, but currently she cannot consider that. She works with all the strength she can muster, long enough even to fight for her endurance to last.
[15:00:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels how this second man suddenly enhances the pressure against her fist, and she musters her last reserves to withstand that. It does not suffice though, ever so slow her fist gets closer to the table plate, until finally, with a last effort, the man rams it down onto it, leading to her toppling over sidewards where she remains laying on her back after rolling over, panting exhausted. She looks at the man and grins a toothy grin. "Man fight good, honorable win! Shayra accept winner!" She states breathlessly but also somewhat happy - happy about the good challenge, not so much though about having lost and to pay the prize. Even if she wants only to lay with her man, Dirk, she knows it is not dishonorable or breaking the rune Fee'Sta to lay with other men according to the customs and traditions of her folk. She just may not become pregnant - still does not know that while already pregnant she cannot get pregnant again. In the next hours, she pays her dept of honor, in the furs with the viking, soon even unable to object the archer to join in. Her screams of pleasure echo through the caves, loud and for long times that night...
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 23, 2015 13:53:16 GMT -8
2015-10-23 - Strength +1
[13:03:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had went into the Innawoods again, clad light, so that she could move quick and nimble, as much as her growing belly allows her. She had heard that the prey had returned - but Dirk had not. She does not consider him having abandoned her, much rather that he had died out there somewhere when pursuing prey to bring food to his family. He had always loved to hunt. He was honorable and strong. A smile forms on her lips, a grim smile, when thinking how he drinks together with the ancestors and heroes at the feasting table of the goddess in valhalla! And she runs, through the Innawoods. She feels her legs, feels the muscles moving under her skin. She needs to feel that, much as she needs to feel how her sword cuts into flesh. She is content, the hardships it will mean to her to raise Dirk's child alone, is not on her mind. She will work it, she will manage it, and finally her baby will be as much a hero as its father. So she had decided, long ago.
[13:09:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stops suddenly. She had seen something from the brinks of her eyes, something glittering, through the heavy brushwork. Carefully to make not too much noise, she draws her blade from her back, crouch walks over to the bushes. She peeks through the leafs, finding a huge lake onto which the sun shines, making it glitter. It looks unnatural for her, a lake between three hills, but still not flowing out on the open side for some reason. And two riverlets fuel the lake with new water. She sees scaled beasts swim in the waters, huge beasts, like crocodiles or really big but flat fishes. She does not know them, has never seen such huge fishes, or water dinosaurs or whatever it is that swims there. She considers going to the Ocean Priestess to consult her. But then, she is too curious and quickly forgets it.
[13:14:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to surround the lake. It gets clear to her that the beasts in the lake are indeed huge fishes - as she sees them - manta rays in real. She is indeed fascinated by those animals, wonders if they can fly actually. The tiny scales on their backs glimmer in all colors of the rainbows. She surrounds the lake further, arriving at a spot where a dam of wood, stones, and bushes blocks the riverlets from flowing off into the ocean far further through the Innawoods. It seems it captured the fishes, the manta rays, and they cannot return home now anymore - and flooded the area between the three hills as well.
[13:17:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to rip the first twigs and branches out from the heavy natural dam. She does not like those big fishes to be trapped, captured. It is not honorable for them to not be really able to defend their lives, caught like that! Her values, explained by runes of her folk, must surely also be valid for those beasts! The branches though do not hold the dam together, the big tree trunks and stones do. She will have to remove those too...
[13:21:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sheathes her sword. She crouches down, to get a stable stance, and grabs that first big trunk. She gnarls, has to tense all her muscles to lift that heavy thing. She does not want to give up, but this trunk is indeed too heavy for her. She takes another so, a bit less broad. She growls in tension again, but this trunk is not as heavy. She works hard, but finally she can lever it out of the dam. A little runlet sprays from the dam, falling into the else dried out river bed. She goes on.
[13:26:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) continues to lift and lever, pry and push trunks and rocks, from the dam. More and more water trickles out, and a dangerous sounding noise of breaking and rubbing bark comes from the dam. She works sturdily though, and soon her body is covered with both sweat as well as the waters that spray around her. It gets much harder to find stable stance on the dam as the trunks get wet from the waters, as well as many of them being wedged under the waterline itself.
[13:32:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets a long thigh thick branch now. She has to use it to get the last two big trunks levered away as they are wedged under water. They block enough water to prevent the big fish beasts from getting out, but do not hold back enough water anymore that the fishes might live long anymore. They would be forced to lay on ground, with but a bit of water surrounding them anymore. She holds that branch, creeps over those underwater trunks, carefully, as the water rushes over them and into the riverbed towards the ocean. Finally she can press the branch between the stone and the first trunk. It is hard for her, and she has to lever long, take all strength she can muster, that finally the trunk jumps out of the wedged position, and soon later is ripped away from the floods. The other loses hold as well by that, and the fish beasts get torn back towards the ocean. A long while she looks after them. Just as she herself, the beasts left without saying thank you. Everyone does the work they have to do, there is no reason to say thanks - just as it is use in her folk...
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 24, 2015 6:32:29 GMT -8
2015-10-24 - Strength +1
[05:09:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had returned home after freeing the manta rays from the dam caused lake in the Innawoods. She yet does not know how they got there, but does not shed a single thought about that either. Nevertheless she had planned to return to that spot. There had been an idea, that would suit her plan, yet from the times when no ships arrived at the harbor of the island anymore. She does not even know that the ships are back - due to feeling bad feelings, unknown to her from her prior life, in regards to Dirk, she had rather withdrawn to her cave, had went out only to work or to meet the Ocean Priestess. Love she had not known other than by tales before, and that it could be a really painful feeling not even by tales. She was irritated from this pain in the chest. She had missed him, she still misses him. And it hurts, it cramps her heart so much, so often, that it even now and then presses tears from her eyes. It feels like a mean monster cramping its claws around her heart or chest and squeazes with all its strength.
[05:14:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) returns to where the lake had been, through the dangerous, scary dim light beneath the tree foliage of the underbrush. Strange sounds, shadows moving about between the trees in the distance. She is not afraid, but she is more careful than usual, careful for two. She finds the lake after a while, or where the lake had been. Now it is only a joining of two riverlets anymore that come from the valleys between three hills. Where the water had been there's mud now, the grass trampled or drowned before. She walks around the area, to where the dam had been. The wood and most stones she had removed, but the trunks had not been carried far from the lake area. She follows the joined river, far, towards the ocean shore, finding on her way only one of the huge manta rays, dead from choking after being stranded. The others had been carried to safety by the small tidal wave that came with the dam removed.
[05:20:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels the sand of the shore under her feet. She wears only sandals with knee high straps holding them at her feet and legs. The sand presses soon through between her toes, and it feels cool, wet, so different to the hot, dry and fine sands of the deserts she hails from. That sand had the strength to grind the sewings of boots, this one does not have such strength. She looks about the area, how the ocean waves gently wash over the brinks of the shore, just to withdraw right after. The ocean again seems so eternal to her, just like the deserts of her home had been - though she knew that there was settlements at oases, as well as on the other side of the desert. They had crossed the harsh, searing hot deserts often to raid those settlements. It had been good times. She now nods though, slowly, with her plan forming. She walks back up the river.
[05:26:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had brought her huge axe this time, fastened to her back, atop her trusted sword. The first mid sized tree that had formed the dam until the day before. She grabs the trunk by a branch, and begins to pull, push it towards the shore. She should build some kind of transportation device, but she has only her plan in her mind now, and that does not include beams to roll the trunks or carts or likewise. Sturdily she puts one foot in front of the other, pushing, dragging the first trunk step by step like that, until she finally arrives at the shore. For now she places this first trunk onto the middle of the shore, then returns up the river.
[05:31:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets the next trunk, a heavier one this time. The process is much slower, far more exhausting. She works so hard that she at a point even feels a warm trickle run down the inner side of her thighs. With the belly she cannot use all her strength as good, and with the sixth month of the pregnancy nearly over, the belly really hinders her. She looks up to the sky for a while, kneeling where she had shoved the trunk to. She shakes her head, feels the cramp in her chest again. "Dirk, why you leave Shayra? Shayra should fight aside Dirk! Dirk no fight alone anymore! Now you sit with goddess, and Shayra work alone! Dirk pause feast soon, look from valhalla on baby! Shayra gift Dirk a baby, Dirk will be proud!" She calls up to the sky, "Shayra is proud of Dirk, for Dirk strong and honorable, good warrior! Shayra no doubt die honorable." The tears run down her cheeks, freely, she holds her belly with one hand, wipes her face with the other. She knows she must continue to work, she may not cry about a loss.
[05:34:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands up again after a while. Her legs already ache from the work, just as the chest hurts from the emotional pain. She takes her axe from her back, and begins to slam the weapon onto the wooden trunk, roughly at the half of it, to cut it in two. Half an hour later she is done, and indeed the dragging and pushing works much better now. It is still heavy work, but easier to manage. A while later both halfs of the trunk lay on the beach also.
[05:40:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) brings back yet four more trunks, two thick and two thin ones. With that she needs a pause, all her muscles sore and she sits down in the sand, panting for breath, exhausted. For a better hour she rests, then gets up again. Sand sticks on her legs and rear, tickling her. But she does not mind, grins a bit about this feeling for a while, then though gets back to work. She hacks the trunks into each about twenty feet long parts, except for the thinner trees, which she hacks into twelve feet long parts. Finally she lays the short pieces with a bit of space between onto the sand, then the bigger ones on top of them, across. She tilts her head, wondering. Something is missing, and it takes a while to find out. She slaps her sweat wet palm onto her likewise wet forehead. The salty water runs down all her body, and bark bits and sand meanwhile glue all over her. She had forgotten something to bind the trunk parts together.
[05:45:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) goes back up to where the river has its delta into the ocean, seeking for reeds, but there are none. She has to walk up further the river, but all the length of it she does not find any reed. So she has to go further back into the Innawoods, to find lianes and likewise plants, long grass leafs, bendable long twigs, and collect that. Again she has to be careful, so that none of the mysterious dwellers, the monsters of the Innawoods, just jumps her. It is near evening already when she returns with enough of what she can use as rope - to go back to her cave and return with ropes the next day she had not even thought about.
[05:51:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) returns to the site of her makeshift raft. She binds the wooden trunk parts together, tight and secure. Her muscles already allow her to bind ropes really tight, and for the base raft she just considers to have to fasten them well. The yokes for the oar she binds to the raft more flexible, yet as a stable tripod. Finally she also works - meanwhile under the stars anymore - a makeshift wooden shelter onto the middle of the raft, from the branches of the trees and the remains of the trunks, better ten feet long, five feet wide, six feet high. She separates a little chamber deep in the shelter, so she can store supplies there and won't have it washed out on the heights of the ocean. It is deep in the night, and she is dead tired, exhausted from the day long work. Pregnant, working alone, she just cannot move a single step anymore. So she instead crawls into the makeshift shelter, to curl up there, and moments later she sleeps tight, with the ocean waves clashing rythmically onto the shore...
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Post by Shayariel on Oct 28, 2015 10:30:59 GMT -8
Current Pursuit: Strength +1
Anticipated Completion Date: 10/25
Requirements: 2-3 logged RPs a week
Status: Completed! [11:29:51] Viveka (themis.adasia): (Saved Wed Oct 28 03:12:02 2015)Hi there Sayra! Sorry to have taken longer than expected. I forgot I promised to stop at my mom and dad's today after work. Everything looks good and I'm going to approve you for your +1 to strength, however next time I would like to see you perhaps asking for storyweavers or other players a little more. I understand that you are on Euro time and there are not as many around then, and we did have slower traffic there for about a week. It's not to criticize or anything. Your posts have certainly put in the thought and effort. It's simply why we have storyweavers and the boards to ask for others to help out with things. |
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