joshuadim
the writer
"Oh c'mon Pottrey, you flatter me! I'm no Ser!" Arnas replied in jest as he hopped a bit in place. He was eager to start a new bout again, both to help Pottrey as well as show off a bit. With Invira's advice, Pottrey stepped forward to face Arnas again. "Alright, lets go!" Arnas said aloud as he twirled his sword in his hand and advanced forward.
Zakala in the meantime had been purveying the nearby market stalls to the disdain of some of the common folk nearby. She was used to this for some time now, but it still felt strange being constantly watched for something that she probably would never do. Yet she also saw another of her kind, this time a grey skinned Morganthi demon, walk about with similar problems. Shit. she thought to herself as her current path seemed to nearly intersect with this other demon's. Clan Lusvon and Morganthi never... got along well for the most part, as the former focused on more peaceful applications and routes rather than the seemingly insatiable lust for combat of the latter. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me... Zakala thought to herself as she passed the grey-skinned demon.
Sparring Session
Pottrey - 1; Critical Fail
The young squire only managed to block two of Arnas' blows before tripping on his own feet and landing squarely on his ass backwards, thus ending any chance for the squire to properly mount a further defense. Arnas chuckled and quickly helped the young lad up, "Footing's also important, gotta remember that."Pottrey - 1; Critical Fail
Zakala in the meantime had been purveying the nearby market stalls to the disdain of some of the common folk nearby. She was used to this for some time now, but it still felt strange being constantly watched for something that she probably would never do. Yet she also saw another of her kind, this time a grey skinned Morganthi demon, walk about with similar problems. Shit. she thought to herself as her current path seemed to nearly intersect with this other demon's. Clan Lusvon and Morganthi never... got along well for the most part, as the former focused on more peaceful applications and routes rather than the seemingly insatiable lust for combat of the latter. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me... Zakala thought to herself as she passed the grey-skinned demon.
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The past two days for Da'Vost were a bit of a challenge to try to reign in the energy of his young apprentice. She was often more focused on running about and distracting herself rather than focus on the reading-heavy curriculum placed by the Aervis. It was obvious that she was a bit absent-minded more often than not and also showed an annoyance for sitting still in one place for far too long, seemingly in contradiction to what Da'Vost was familiar with. As the barge docked at Vendeto, Lanya was called away to help with gathering supplies with a few of her older siblings which left Da'Vost to himself for the most part.