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  1. Soldat Tenaille

    Alliance OOC

    I can't post till late Monday, early Tuesday.
  2. Soldat Tenaille

    MOBS tournament lobby

    @~Harlow. I can't post till late Monday, early Tuesday.
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    I heard you like Magic Books.

    My character Athena is currently looking for work - a job as a book retriever would probably interest her heavily. She is a young swordsman from Nvengaria of Noble birth, so she can read and write just fine.
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    Crystal Clear Alliance

    "I'll admit I am no art critic, but to my eyes it is beautiful." Athena said, her sincere opinion within them and showing through in her voice. Beyond the deck of the ship lay their destination, and Athena wondered how such a timid if not intimidating looking creature would survive such a famously dangerous place in the middle of conflict. In the end Athena decided there was no recourse for her - she lacked both the skill and conviction to offer the strange looking artist protection, and in the end had her own path to take when the ship made land fall. Gripping the railing tight Athena once more cursed her lack of confidence and strength but quickly pushed them aside, understanding it was foolish to desire what one had not worked hard enough to attain yet - all there was for her to grow more. "I apologize again for my reaction - but I must return to my training. If have a need please do come find me, Mr. Vulgun." Athena declared after some hesitation, returning once more to the center of the deck and drawing her blade - the pattern of cuts somehow felt more stern, as if she was being harder on herself for the minor faults in each motion. If nothing else the encounter had reminded her to be stern on her training, lest she strike someone ill prepared.
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    [MT1:1] Athena vs Jack Dashing

    Athena had done everything she could to stifle her anger - this woman was classless, forget the illusions that she resembled Athena's mother, no Jack Dashing as she called herself was nothing but a court jester playing combat. Her boisterous nature drew a scowl off the pretty face of Athena, but little else in terms of psychological damage - fighting the jeers of others had become commonplace for the girl, a woman trying to be a swordsman in her homeland was open to these sorts of criticisms and far worse slurs then anything Jack had said. As the woman began another lengthy tangent on her willingness to let Athena fight to a draw with her she collapsed, the strange plank she was standing on falling to bits underneath and sending her cascading into the stone bowl below. Athena watched with open amusement as the woman face planted, she herself effortlessly dropping down into the bowl while retaining her stance. "Brilliant work, Miss Dashing. You have truly bested me as the court jester for this occasion, had I known I was matched with the local entertainment I perhaps would have brought a comedy rubber sword." Athena jabbed back suddenly, her soft voice dripping with a bemused venom that Jack had been using on her just moments before. Athena was not one to physically strike an opponent who was totally helpless before a battle even began, but since Jack the Jester had started the war of words Athena was not feeling so accommodating as to not comment on her failures. "Jack the Jester, I'll wait for you to dust yourself off for your next gag - I'm sure it will amuse the crowds." Athena said, motioning to the non-existent cheering masses. In all this wordplay Athena never faltered in her concentration or stance, keeping her mind keenly aware of any potential surprise attack. It wasn't impossible her opponent played the fool to lull opponents to weakness before dealing a decisive blow, and Athena had little interest in being such a victim. It was likely this fight would be over soon - Athena only hoped her inexperience didn't cause to fall into her opponents traps; assuming of course she was competent to even lay any.
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    Crystal Clear Alliance

    Athena smiled sorrowfully at Vulgun's assertion that he had become used to people fearing him - just the hatred people had shown her for being a woman whose nature strayed from a proper Nvengaria Lady nearly crushed Athena, she could not imagine the sorrow of having every soul fear you on sight. She too had noticed his trepidation at being seen, as if was either not supposed to be above deck or that he simply feared being seen at all - Athena had no way to know it was fear of being caught a stowaway. "Worry not about their gazes, you say you are an artist? May I see some of your works? I'd much love to see what a traveling talent can produce." Athena asked with a soft smile, motioning for the large Vulgun to join her near the back edge of the ship - somewhat away from prying eyes. She only hoped no anger was raised toward him, because she much doubted she would be able to calm a situation easily - it was not in her skill set to mediate, least of all in a foreign land. (OOC: Short post is short.)
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    [MT1:1] Athena vs Jack Dashing

    Athena wasted little time in her entrance, for her it was simply a battle to test her blade - she had no understanding that this tournament was entertainment to the masses, that it was being broadcast to vast amounts of people; truthfully Athena didn't even bother to try and understand that Magitech marvels of Terrenus for they were so alien to one from the near medieval Nvengaria. The stage looked like a burned out inn with some sort of empty bowl dominating the center of the stone floor - standing at the opposite side of the empty bowl known as a 'pool' was a woman wearing skin tight fabric that was black and gold; she was slightly taller then Athena's 5'6" and probably a fair amount heavier. Where Athena radiated a gentle elegance this woman seemed far more wild, reminding Athena in part of her mother, strong and a bit masculine. "I am Athena Yanitza, representing Yanitza di Bataila - first sword of the Earldom of Kedves." Athena suddenly declared, her gray eyes becoming like steel, gone was her gentle elegance instead replaced with the sort of calm fury that was common amongst far more experienced warriors then Athena. In a single smooth motion Athena produced her blade from it's scabbard - a blunted longsword. Athena's stance was simple, her left foot forward and her right foot about shoulder lengths back from that - her sword was placed vertical in front of her, left hand on the bottom of the grip and right on the top. The battle had begun - even if the distance between the two combatants was far out of striking range there could be no doubt; blows would fall in but a moment. The tension was nauseating, and Athena did her best to suppress the doubt that was creeping up in her mind - her first real battle, and it was in a tournament!
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    Crystal Clear Alliance

    The moment Athena saw the expression on the sheep man's face her hostility drained - his demeanor screamed that of a gentle soul; and when he spoke that impression only grew deeper. As he removed art supplies from his satchel Athena sheathed her sword, bowing deep to the massive man and hiding her embarrassment; for she was red from ear to ear. "I am so sorry! I thought you were trying to attack me! I judged you by your appearance, I am ashamed!" Athena stammered, her speech almost faster then mouth could keep up with. Bowing slightly deeper before returning to her neutral standing stance Athena offered her hand to Vulgun, her small hand covered in the rough callous of a swordsman - a feature counter to her feminine appearance. "I am Athena Yanitza of Nvengaria, I apologize again for my actions. It is a pleasure to meet you, Vulgun." Athena said, her tone firm but friendly - trying to regain some of her elegant composure. (OOC: Not my best post, but I wanted to get it out before work.) @Mr. Burgundy
  9. Soldat Tenaille

    MOBS tournament lobby

    Awesome - looking forward to this.
  10. Soldat Tenaille

    Alliance OOC

    I got delayed by a work related mishap. I'll post tomorrow morning - I apologize for the delay. @Mr. Burgundy
  11. Soldat Tenaille

    Alliance OOC

    I'm heading to bed - I'll reply in the morning/afternoon! Look forward to where the story goes!
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    Crystal Clear Alliance

    Athena was so engrossed in her training she didn't even see the massive, near horrific goat horror run into her path. At a glance the creature appeared vaguely humanoid, though furry and with the head of a sheep - perhaps most unsettling were its arms, as long as it was tall they radiated an almost eldritch horror in their disproportion to its frame. Yet even though it was horrific Athena had little desire to hit it, but she knew it was far too late to stop the travel of her blade - should could only thank her luck that her sword was not sharp, for as it came barreling into her the rounded point thrust hard into about it's belly button in height, the sheep headed things body so tall that was as high as her high thrust reached. She knew if she did not follow through with the motion she would be barreled over by the massive creature, and despite her desire not to hurt it she wasn't sure it shared the sentiment and so she continued the same pattern her training took. Stepping into the thrust her rear shoulder became her lead shoulder, slamming into the stomach of the goat man and at the same time her hand left the grip of her sword and grasped the blade, effectively creating a lever which she then used to 'shove' against the stomach of the beast as she herself went hip to knees with it, popping her hip upwards in hope of 'throwing' the creature over her shoulder. Her diminutive height in comparison to Vulgun meant she had the center of balanced advantage - even without her incentive he would likely 'trip' over her regardless; this just meant she didn't join him on the ground. Assuming the massive thing did fall she would turn and face it quickly, taking a neutral stance with her sword held in front of her in both hands. "State your intention, beast!" Athena shouted, her soft feminine voice not exactly the most commanding of things - but her tone left little doubt she meant business, even if her five foot six frame and fair, maiden-esque appearance - cute bow in hair and all didn't quite scream 'I'm a warrior, back off'. It was doubtless her outburst, and the sudden sounds of body and body contact was going to draw attention beyond herself, she only hoped if this creature was hostile she was up to the task to face it long enough for assistance to arise.
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    Alliance OOC

    @Mr. Burgundy Since your running into Athena in the middle of practice your probably going to smacked with a blunt sword as it happens, that cool?
  14. Soldat Tenaille

    A mostly orchestrated tournament

    Sounds fun! Athena would love this!
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    Crystal Clear Alliance

    Athena had been a board the ship when it arrived in Elendaron but had paid little mind to those people who had boarded, spending most of her time on the most spacious portion of the deck practicing. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" She shouted, swinging her blunt longsword from an overhead stance repeatedly, her front foot sliding forward to close an imaginary gap with each swing - her technique was near perfect, her return to stance quick and her reset into the swing fluid and perfect. Her dark blue knee length dress and short cape blew heavy between the winds and her motion - the sweat beading off her head and matting her silver white hair against her forehead told the tale of the time she had spent practicing, spending hours upon each individual swing and guard pattern. At first the crew of the airship found the young female swordsman slightly amusing, with her blunt practice sword and her cute, elegant features and attire - she looked like a young Lady attempting to emulate the warriors she read about in books. Yet over the days it took from Port Caelum in Genesaris where she boarded to Elendaron and then to Athentha itself their amusement became a simple respect - she practiced everyday without fail, from the moment the sun rose until it set, taking only breaks for breakfast and lunch. The soft murmur of people drew Athena's attention, and breaking her practice she stepped toward the edge of the bow and looked down through the thinning mist to the breath taking landscape of Athentha. A place which Athena knew little about, choosing to board this airship bound for it by a combination of chance and wanderlust, the young warrior still without a true purpose or destination - it was only the rumors of challenge, of curse and beast and of war that drew Athena to it. She had no desire to fall into a foreign war, but war brought swordsman - and swordsman is what Athena sought. Be they potential master or a stepping stone to her own growth - in the forefront of Athena's mind was always the sword, and how to grow. Turning from the stunning view Athena returned to the center of the deck and started her training once more, this time focusing on a high thrust into a 'half swording', or grabbing the blade style hooking motion; as if she thrust at an opponent and in the same motion fell into clinch range of her opponent; turning it into a place for half swording and wrestling. It was an unusual technique to practice without an opponent, looking somewhat ridiculous as a solo drill - but Athena was relentless. The sun still shined, and so Athena trained - it was her way.
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