[center][h3]Ethan[/h3][/center]


The young boy waved goodbye to Ethan as he continued his job for Sips. The sun was still up but definitely falling, with any luck Ethan might be able to reach the second village before nightfall. From what his map showed, there should be a stone bridge and a creek about half an hours up ahead. Still sore from his run from the Bloodhawks, it would be incredibly difficult for Ethan to try and push himself anymore than he already is right now. If he tried chances are he’ll just end up even more tired. At least he had a bag to hold the supplies, as well as a torch from Myrn. Either way Ethan would eventually find the bridge and the creek. And a sleeping ogre. The big lug was just snoozing on the middle of the bridge, snoring loud enough for Ethan to have heard it before he saw the giant grotesque monster.

The creek was much deeper and much faster than the map would indicate as well; while only ten feet wide, the water was fat moving and deep, more like a stream or even a narrow river rapid. Either way it would be difficult for Ethan to pass, unless he wishes to test his luck to sneak pass the ogre.

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[center][h3]Kael[/h3][/center]


Ashley smirked, watching Kael flail in the air. He did the classic rookie mistake of going all out instead of focus on his technique. Barely ten seconds into the punching and he was throwing sloppy, messy swings that wouldn’t even hurt a drunkard. Kael’s poor technique wasn’t just observed, by felt as well; Kael would feel a soreness in his wrists due to the weights straining his hands and fingers. But the training wasn’t over yet. Ashley took the three pound weights and handed Kael the five pounders.

[color=ed1c24]”Here are the five pounders. Just like before, steady punches. Technique is what’s most important here! You aren’t going to hurt anyone throwing sloppy punches not matter how many you can put out there. You’ll likely just end up breaking your arms with attacks like that. Remember, twenty strikes each hand, one after the other.”[/color]

Ashley took the three pounders into her hands and did the training alongside Kael, though going at a much slower pace so he could see the proper punch technique. As she was training him, seemed that most of the other trainees had left for lunch, leaving the burly Ork to watch Kael’s training from a distance.

[@Guy0fV4lor]

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[center][h3]Livia[/h3][/center]

When Livia approached there was silence. Wasn’t unusual for the women in the group to join the brawling (Nartur was hardly the only female miner, she was just the only orc female), but Livia certainly didn’t look like a miner. Too skinny, too noble. Some were concerned she was here to shut down their little brawling circle. Other were already placing bets. A lot betting on Nartur but a few gambling souls willing to put money on Livia, thinking she has some trick up her sleeve.

Nartur simply glowered at Livia. She recognized her from the Mayor’s place. She didn’t know what Livia was doing there, but she could recognize nobility when she saw them. Lucia’s words just confirmed it; those aristocratic types always had a way with words. At least Livia wasn’t one of those sniveling mechavalian types. [b]”Heh. You got a pretty mouth, princess. Be a shame to see you kiss a fist.”[/b] Nartur crossed her arms and looked to Livia. The crowd continued to be quiet. [b]”Unless you’re here to donate your teeth, I imagine you got some business with me. We’re both busy women so just speak plainly.”[/b]

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[center][h3]Katherine[/h3][/center]

The boy wasn’t dead, but as far as Katherine knew he wasn’t doing great either. The young aasimar stirred slightly, his eyes opening to see Katherine’s face. When he opened his eyes completely he seemed almost surprised to see Katherine. [b]”... Mama?”[/b] The child reaches up to touch Katherine to make sure she was real. He seemed completely mesmerized by her appearance. He sat up and looked down at himself. Though his clothes were dirty, he seemed okay now. He touched the bloodied spots and he didn’t seem to feel any pain from there.

The young boy looked up to Katherine with big, innocent eyes. Despite what he just been through he seemed to still have some shred of hope. [b]”Who are you?”[/b] The child tries to stand but falls onto his butt. His legs felt numb, likely due to whatever predicament resulted in him being impaled on the wall. He just looked up to Katherine expectantly.

[@Pyromania99]