Leaving defeat behind (Open)

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Welcome to the Warder Yards. This is the place for Warder and Trainee roleplays. Informal non-training interactions take place here, as well as some extended role plays. Yet these events may take place at any area of the Tower, and sometimes outside of it, since the images to the left merely serves as inspiration towards the sceneries of your stories. Channelers are always welcome, and might even find his or her bondmate through the threads that are displayed below.
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Leaving defeat behind (Open)

Post by Lugh » September 6th, 2019, 4:22 pm

Beron Beron entered the Warder Yards, the afternoon sun hot in the sky as he made his way past the classes already hard at work after the lunch chime. He could see the sweat and strain on the Drin'far'ji as they ran the obstacle course, or practiced their archery until their fingers felt raw. Still, he knew firsthand how much the training would pay off, so he stopped and made a point of encouraging the Ji'val leading each course.

After that he went back to the paths, and picked a training circle close to the armoury. He had his sword now, but it was always nice to be close to the armoury in case he needed it. Stretching his body, letting the warmth of the sun fall onto his skin and enjoying the heat he worked through a series of unarmed forms. He continued to progress from stance to stance, letting his speed build slowly as he felt his muscles fall into long practiced strikes and kicks.

Once he had completed a sliding strike, meant to knock down and distract an opponent, he grabbed his sword. He had come to the Warder Yards to work on his swordform, and as he settled into his guard stance; he was already replaying the attack on the Whitecloak camp in his mind.

His body moved as Beron worked through Branch in a Storm and Falling Leaf working hard to perfect the speed and placement of the defense. As he moved through his forms, alternating stances as he tried to recall the movements he had used in the duel with the commander, he quickly realized he was losing focus simply by trying to win a fight that had passed.

Sighing, he took a moment and grabbed a cool ladle of water from the barrel nearby. Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he decided that he would take advantage of a lull and made his way to the armoury. As he moved through the racks of weapons and supplies the Grey Tower kept in case of attack, and for training purposes Beron mulled over the choices in front of him.

He knew much of his training had depended on speed, and so he ultimately decided on a well crafted pauldron. Well made, the leather had been treated and kept soft and supple, and as he strapped the pauldron on, a few testing swings of his arm let him know the loss of movement would be easy to get used to.

Returning to the sands, he decided it was time to quit reliving the fight. He had survived through the luck of the battlefield, and a timely intervention. As he walked past the racks of axes, and daggers, he realized that he had seen the advantage of well trained swordsman working together. And so, with that as an inspiration, rather than a failure Beron returned to his stance once more.

Starting from the center, he moved his way through the stances, keeping his footing balanced and letting his body carry his steel through it's dance. A grin formed on his face slowly, he had always liked the physical exertion of the Warder Yards and as a Gaidin he knew it was his duty to push himself. And so he spun, slashed and parried in a desire to make his sword more of an extension of himself.
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