Reeds for Steel; By the grace of the Great Lord
Aladis al'Toraine, Written by Robert
Posted on Sat, Jul 10, 2010 15:57 pm
Dawn crept into every nook and cranny, swept down upon the Training Grounds like a wave, drenching everything in its pale light. He stirred, pushing himself up off the sandy ground, panting softly. Kneeling, he cracked his jaw softly, staring up at the beam above his head. The Balance beam had beaten him once again, tossed him from its lofty height to land face down on the sand below.
‘Stupid slippery beam… The Dark Lord curse you, you unstable bastard!’ he growled softly to himself, rubbing his forehead softly.
He stood slowly, leaning heavily on the beam which sat at chin level to him. He swore softly under his breath, staring out into the rising sun, shading his eyes against the strength of the light. He preferred shadows and darkness to the bright harsh sun. The night was forgiving, far more forgiving than the light of day!
”Well double and triple flaming bloody ashes on it all!” he laughed manically, stretching, scooping up his gear with a groan. He still had a lot of work to do today, more than he cared to think about. “Oh Lord of the Grave, see fit to give your dedicated servant a day off sometime soon. Thank you my ever loving Dark Lord!” He smiled, stretching languidly before turning on the spot and stalking out of the Grounds, heading towards his room in the barracks.
A soft breeze stirred the loose ends of his hair around his braided leather hadori, caressing his bare face and chest gently. He stood, stripped to the waist, eyes closed, focusing on the cooling sensation that fluttered across his face and chest. The other Trainees had begun to filter in to the Grounds a little after he had arrived, taking up positions around the yard, and setting in to drills to warm up. He himself was as warm as a man could be.
“Burned by my own design!”
He had returned to his room that morning gotten cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes, before heading to breakfast. From breakfast he had headed here and had set in for a day of training. Or… At least that had been the plan. Elenna had had a different idea. She had entered the grounds like a whirl wind, angry as hell. She pulled him over and whispered furiously in his ear before dragging him out of the yard after her.
“Bloody woman will be the death of me…”
He had found himself being hauled into service, along with Elenna, of a Brown Aes Sedai who had decided to take half of the Great Library with her to her rooms. He had spent three back breaking hours of labor moving the books scrolls and items to the womans’ room before returning to the yard, drenched in a fresh layer of sweat and dust, his white shirt completely ruined with streaks of grime.
“Great Lord of the Grave please see fit to choke that Brown Witch on her books. Your ever faithful servant would be forever in your debt!” He opened his eyes and looked around, returning to his training with half a heart, waiting for the Lesson to begin!
He snapped back to reality as Elaryl entered the Grounds, moving to the head of the yard and waiting for the class to start. When everyone had arrived and they had fallen in to lined order, Elaryl began running through the drills. Aladis fell into automatic and copied every drill move for move, every step precise and accurate. He lost himself for awhile in the repetition of steps and positions, his mind soaring free; back to the night he had received his orders to attend the Tower. All those months ago now… Interesting how fast it went.
“Great Lord please lend your ever adoring servant the strength to pass your test!”
He was brought back from his dip into the subconscious when Elaryl began to speak. He dropped into a neutral stance and crossed his arms, stepping up to listen as she began to speak.
“In this last lesson, you will learn a very few forms. These are simple forms, really codified versions of many of the cuts I have already been asking you to perform. There are many, many forms—well over one hundred. Today you will learn five, along with Unfolding and Folding the Fan, which are usually used for unsheathing and sheathing the sword—although they are not exclusive to this purpose. Let’s review our stances, as all forms originate in one of the five stances we have learned, and end in another. By stringing these forms and stances together, like beads on a string, we create seamless, smooth sequences of movement.”
Aladis nodded to himself softly and began to move, doing as instructed, flowing from stance to stance seamlessly, moving with practiced ease. When it came time to begin practicing the Forms themselves he dropped into a neutral stance once again and began to listen and watch attentively.
“Down to the brass tacks of the game of Swords!” he grinned inwardly as he began to follow Elaryl step for step, Form for Form, altering those that needed altering. He set into it with a passion, wanting to better himself as much as he could.
“Good. We have this yard, and the two adjoining. Please spread out with your partners; we are going to spar—”
Aladis paused. He had lost himself in the repetition, the stress relieving movement of both body and lathe. The thoughts of a spar however sent a sudden surge of adrenaline through him. He had not felt the rush of a true life or death situation in awhile. True, this wasn’t life or death but… It was the closest he had at the moment. He smiled, stepping into the crowd, looking for an opponent.
“Where do you think you’re going you big lump?” he felt a small lithe hand brush gently off his shoulder and stopped. He turned to find himself staring down at the tiny little Elenna.
“Well m’Lady I was planning on finding an opponent but… I believe one has just found me!” he smiled, indicating for her to lead the way across to an open space. “Do not worry… I will go easy on you!” his laugh was low and soft, evil in a way.
“You will?” she turned and batted her eyelashes at him, smiling. “Pity… I plan to crack your head open all over this Yard!” she grinned darkly at him and took up a place across from him, stripping out of her short coat and rolling up the sleeves of her shirt, a look of deep concentration crossing her face.
“As you wish!” he laughed softly, taking up his own position, shrugging his shoulders to loosen them. “Just try to leave a bit for the Yellows to heal!”
He slipped slowly into the void, feeling himself gain comfort and clarity from its cooling confines. He was far more in tune with the world around him now, he could feel and sense everything now, the cold drop of sweat running down his bare back, the beat and pulse of the earth around him and the pent up energy that swelled through his muscles like a river. He bowed to Elenna, a bare bending of his head to signal that he was ready to begin.
‘Great Lord of the Grave she MIGHT just kill me!’ the thought brought a smile to his lips, one that never reached his eyes. He settled into the Form known as Leopard in the Tall Grass as he stalked towards the woman, a grim hint of determination crossing his face.
He panted heavily and stepped back, giving himself room to breathe. It was a hard pressed match, she was a quick study this young Andoran Lady. He had dashed forward to meet her, his blade flashing out towards her in the form known as Seamstress Skills. She had turned his blade with a flick of her wrists, sliding toward him and pivoting, attacking with Arc of the Moon. He had been hard pressed to match her speed, pivoting low and to the side, rising in Ji’val and moving into Parting the Silk. She had retaliated with Boar rushes down the Mountain and he had found himself on the back foot, having to loosen up on his position, taking a step back, flashing his lathes out and moving into Tower of Morning, attempting to push her away for a little.
From there the spar had degraded into much battling for dominance, lathe to lathe. They had traded base cuts and slashes, pivoting and twisting the lathes away from themselves when one got too close. Aladis was slowly gaining ground when out of nowhere Elenna threw a balled fist straight into his jaw, sending him stepping back and away.
That was where he found himself now, rubbing his jaw tenderly, taking a little breathing space, trying his best to shrug off his shock.
”Nice move little one…” he grinned, stepping forward once again, throwing himself back into the battle head first.
He moved into Rahien’val, moving toward her slowly probing with thrusts and slashes of his lathe, trying to push her back. She retaliated with her own attack dropping into Ji’Val and executing Black Pebbles on Snow. He feinted left and moved in a heartbeat, striking out with Lightning of Three Prongs, a Form they had not been taught today.
‘I’m going to win…’ the thought, grim and determined, flittered across the Void and was destroyed in the flame along with the ache in his jaw and the burning in his muscles.
Aladis threw himself into the fight with a passion now, every slash, every thrust made with cold hard precision. Elennas’ eyes widened as she fell back in shock, unprepared for the onslaught. He didn’t let up; he assaulted her defenses like a man possessed. He wouldn’t last much longer at this pace. It was now or never.
‘Great Lord of the Grave guide my hand in this!’
He felt suddenly more focused and relaxed than before, though truly nothing had changed. He watched her as he attacked, slashing, thrusting and pivoting away from her retaliation moves. THERE! For a brief second she flinched as she had stepped back onto her left foot. She was carrying an injury. That was his chance! Throwing himself back into the fray he pushed her back a few more steps and waited his time. As she stepped back one last time she flinched and he struck, launching into her, cannoning her over with a shoulder. He watched as she hit the ground hard and tried to roll away. He planted his boot softly in the centre of her back and slid his lathe against her neck.
“Well well Elenna… THAT is game!” he released the void and crashed to his knees beside her on the ground, panting heavily, suddenly feeling deathly tired.
“Yes!” she could barely breath, barely speak around exhaustion. “Yes it is. You keep your brains this time you big lump!” she giggled softly, patting his knee gently and rolling over to look up at him. “I had you though!”
He didn’t speak, choosing instead to just smile and nod, contenting himself with his thoughts! ‘Thank you Great Lord of the Grave. Thank you for that!’
OOC: JUST in the nick of time!
In reply to Reeds for Steel: Part Three: Forms and a Bit of Action[show]/[hide]
OOC: Ok, last part is up. I apologize that it’s late, I’m trying to move AND go on a 2 week vacation on Monday. This response will be a thread rather than one post; you will either pair up with another writer and RP your characters’ spar, or you will spar with an MUC (made-up character). For example, perhaps Krath and Marteol would spar, while Aladis sparred with his friend Elenna. I would recommend RPing with another writer, just because it’s often more fun to interact with another writer and this is good training for you in real life as a writer since you’ll have to write fights with another writer at some point, but it’s not required. If you would like to pair up with another student, you might want to try to arrange it by email or chat first so they know what you’re planning and you can plan your posts. Whichever route you take, RP or MUC, you each need to post an initial 500-word post detailing your character’s responses to the forms and deciding on their partner. You will then write an additional 500-word post detailing the spar and your character’s reactions to their partner’s actions. This is why I say you might want to arrange your spar OOC through email or chat. For example, a partner RP might progress like this: Character 1 Intro Post: Reaction to forms, partnering up Character 2 Intro Post: Reaction to forms, partnering up, first portion of the spar Character 1 Spar Post: Responding to Character 2’s first movements in the spar, furthering the action of the spar Character 2 Spar Post: Responding to the further action, ending the spar This way you each initiate some of the spar, and you each respond to another writer’s interpretation of the fight and of the characters. You can choose either character to “win,” if your character is really advanced enough to have a win/lose spar; if not, just have the spar be an exploration of what the character has learned. If someone does win, keep in mind the realities of the fight: who has more experience? Who has experience, but is out of their element (for example, usually uses a shield and now can’t use it, didn’t know these forms before, etc)? Consider things like that when you write your spar. I will have little to no internet access for the next two weeks, so if you have a question, ask me by noon on Monday: becky.wotrp@gmail.com. This means you have until July 9 to write this last portion of the lesson; you must respond to Part Two before you respond to Part Three. Once you have responded to Part Two you may move on. Once I come back I will read everyone’s responses and get the list of those who get credit to Bri. Thanks everyone, and good luck! Becky
