Starting Date and Time: 27th Vermillio, 253 DM, 9th Stretch
Starting Location: Kerawac
CS URLs: Zenovia
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Zenovia slowly opened her eyes to a voice calling her name, "Wake up Via! I don't have all day!" the voice called. She slowly sat up, stretching her arms and back muscles with a yawn. It was her birthday today, as her teacher had reminded her of many times during the week. She got a break from training on this day, as usual, not that she was opposed to training.
She got out of her bedroll, her hand instinctively grabbing her staff as she exited the tent. She rubbed her eyes as the morning sun beamed down at her. As per her routine, she washed her face in the small bucket that lay next to the exit of her tent, rubbing away the crust of the morning, she looked up at the person whom had called to her. Her teacher, Orrahna, a drow. She slowly strolled over to Orrahna, "What is it.. Don't tell me you're actually going to celebrate my birth--" She started, but she suddenly stopped speaking when she came face to face with another person. A boy, around her age. If not the same age as her. His hair was red and his eyes were blue, just like hers. Just like an Anuirean's. But his eyes seemed dead, despondent. "This is your present~", the drow said as she slapped the young boy on the back, he stumbled forward slightly, his head held low. "Is this some sort of joke? What am I going to do with a slave? Especially one that has eyes that are as dead as a fish on land." She retorted in disgust. This boy didn't look strong, nor did he look useful, not with the kind of look he has about him.
"I want to go home." He muttered finally after a long period of silence. The drow merely laughed, handing the boy a staff, one of similar length to Zenovia's. "Then fight for it! She's your mistress now. If you defeat her, you can go home~" Orrahna said cheerfully. The boy's aura seemed to change. At first he look vulnerable and weak, but now he had a.. fiery look about him. Determined. Zenovia was taken aback by the sudden challenge, but she wasn't about to back down.
"Come at me then, let's see how worthless you are!" Zenovia shouted mockingly, holding out her staff in a combat stance, her body mostly side on. The boy took similar stance. It seemed that he knew how to use a staff as well. Their staves crossed at the head, Zenovia's staff rings jingling away as the sticks lightly tapped away at each other.
Zenovia grew impatient, so she decided to strike out first. She moved forward, stabbing at the boy's face. Her mistake was aiming high. Her other mistake was striking first. The boy tapped Zenovia's staff on the side, causing it to go off course, before retaliating with his own stab, aiming for her ribs. She tossed her body to the side to avoid the blow, but she caused herself to trip over and fall onto the ground. She quickly got back onto her feet, but the boy had followed up with a swinging blow from the side. She ducked, spinning on her feet, to gain momentum. She struck with her own swinging blow to his legs. He cried out in pain as the blow slammed into the back of his legs, tripping him over.
He tried to get back up onto his feet, but Zenovia was already upon him, her staff aimed at his face. "You're good. But not good enough to win." She said with a smirk on her face, forgetting the part where she threw herself flat on her ass trying to dodge. She turned to one of the spectators that had gathered to watch the fight. "Help me tie to him a post. I'll speak to him later." She asked in a curt manner. She glanced at her Teacher in irritation, but was given a playful look in response. Such an annoying Warlord. She thought to herself as the spectator helped her try the boy to a wooden post.
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Starting Location: Kerawac
CS URLs: Zenovia
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Zenovia slowly opened her eyes to a voice calling her name, "Wake up Via! I don't have all day!" the voice called. She slowly sat up, stretching her arms and back muscles with a yawn. It was her birthday today, as her teacher had reminded her of many times during the week. She got a break from training on this day, as usual, not that she was opposed to training.
She got out of her bedroll, her hand instinctively grabbing her staff as she exited the tent. She rubbed her eyes as the morning sun beamed down at her. As per her routine, she washed her face in the small bucket that lay next to the exit of her tent, rubbing away the crust of the morning, she looked up at the person whom had called to her. Her teacher, Orrahna, a drow. She slowly strolled over to Orrahna, "What is it.. Don't tell me you're actually going to celebrate my birth--" She started, but she suddenly stopped speaking when she came face to face with another person. A boy, around her age. If not the same age as her. His hair was red and his eyes were blue, just like hers. Just like an Anuirean's. But his eyes seemed dead, despondent. "This is your present~", the drow said as she slapped the young boy on the back, he stumbled forward slightly, his head held low. "Is this some sort of joke? What am I going to do with a slave? Especially one that has eyes that are as dead as a fish on land." She retorted in disgust. This boy didn't look strong, nor did he look useful, not with the kind of look he has about him.
"I want to go home." He muttered finally after a long period of silence. The drow merely laughed, handing the boy a staff, one of similar length to Zenovia's. "Then fight for it! She's your mistress now. If you defeat her, you can go home~" Orrahna said cheerfully. The boy's aura seemed to change. At first he look vulnerable and weak, but now he had a.. fiery look about him. Determined. Zenovia was taken aback by the sudden challenge, but she wasn't about to back down.
"Come at me then, let's see how worthless you are!" Zenovia shouted mockingly, holding out her staff in a combat stance, her body mostly side on. The boy took similar stance. It seemed that he knew how to use a staff as well. Their staves crossed at the head, Zenovia's staff rings jingling away as the sticks lightly tapped away at each other.
Zenovia grew impatient, so she decided to strike out first. She moved forward, stabbing at the boy's face. Her mistake was aiming high. Her other mistake was striking first. The boy tapped Zenovia's staff on the side, causing it to go off course, before retaliating with his own stab, aiming for her ribs. She tossed her body to the side to avoid the blow, but she caused herself to trip over and fall onto the ground. She quickly got back onto her feet, but the boy had followed up with a swinging blow from the side. She ducked, spinning on her feet, to gain momentum. She struck with her own swinging blow to his legs. He cried out in pain as the blow slammed into the back of his legs, tripping him over.
He tried to get back up onto his feet, but Zenovia was already upon him, her staff aimed at his face. "You're good. But not good enough to win." She said with a smirk on her face, forgetting the part where she threw herself flat on her ass trying to dodge. She turned to one of the spectators that had gathered to watch the fight. "Help me tie to him a post. I'll speak to him later." She asked in a curt manner. She glanced at her Teacher in irritation, but was given a playful look in response. Such an annoying Warlord. She thought to herself as the spectator helped her try the boy to a wooden post.
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