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A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

Awesome pictures!

Em I'm pretty busy I'll try to respond when I can

A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

Oh god this is great

Say got the one that's loyal to the law hahahahaha oh gosh xD it'll be interesting when she breaks it xP

Also centaur!

I'll post tomorrow cause I'm tired and its late

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Aletta watched curiously as the balls of light formed, staring into her own before beginning to answer the questions in her head.

"What is the most important thing to a craftknight?"

Tal paused, tilting her head slightly as she thought. The most important thing? But there were so many important things... It was difficult to choose one. Her mind was caught between two answers and it took her a moment to decide which one to go with. To protect those that cannot protect themselves.

"In battle- do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

Well the question seemed simple enough. She remembered her brother's lessons and his words 'think of the weapon as an extension of yourself.' But how true did that seem to her. My weapon. Because without the weapon she was helpless.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

There were many people who Tal admired... But one was stronger than the other. My brother. He works hard to fulfil my parent's wishes but also to do what he loves, and pursue his own goals all while helping people. I admire his strength of mind.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

Love is opening up to someone, giving them power over you but knowing they'll never abuse it. It's about trust and faith, and it's the strongest feeling there can be between two people. She smiled slightly.

She paused only a moment after answering, stepping back and glancing at the others from the corner of her eyes.

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Rather wary of the orbs of light, not entirely trusting how they had been made, Sairse nonetheless went to answer the questions.

"What is the most important thing to a craftknight?"

Well, it certainly wasn't she had thought about. It depended on whose point of view. Of course, she guessed that they were being asked their own point of view. To improve yourself, and become the best that you can, to aid survival.

"In battle- do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

I rely more on my skill. The answer was easy enough. She relied on her own skill for everything. Stealing would be more difficult if she was not skilled. Daggers were a simple weapon, common enough. She was better than others because she was skilled in her use.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

There were few people that she had admired. She hadn't particularly grown close enough to anyone to admire them. Those that survive, even when the whole world is against them. I admire the strength that they have and the ability to do what is necessary to continue living.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

Ha. Of course, she should have expected something like this. To be honest... She did not truly know the answer. At least, she couldn't describe what that thing was in a typical way. Love is a weakness. It forces people to risk themselves for others, to do stupid things without thinking. It is something so strong that it overcomes all logic.

She took a step back as she finished watching, surprised to find herself slightly excited to find out what Guardian Beast she would get. She guessed it would be good to not have to only look out for herself...

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All that sound awesome!

@RainbowReindeer Ah okay that's inttteeeresting xD I've got 5 this year >.> only 3 next year though, even if they're like first level uni level because... Scottish logic xD

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@RainbowReindeer yeah exams just suck... So difficult to ever actually feel prepared. So are all of yours APs? I don't know much about the American system or what other exams you can have if there are any xD

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My worst exam is over ha ha. Probably failed >.> but hey they only matter for my uni applications and the like. I'll reply after my exam tomorrow, cause then veryyyy long gap till the next. Gotta hate the exam period

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Aletta couldn't stop the smile of excitement from crossing her lips. Well this was certainly a day that she had been looking forward to for a long time. Finally, she was going to begin her training to become a Craftknight! She couldn't believe that it was going to happen. She would meet so many people and possibly travel the world. She couldn't wait.

"Hey, Tal, aren't you going to be late?" Her brother's voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed him lounging in the door way. Ah, yes. She needed to get there on time first.

"Don't you have better things to do?" she asked softly as she pulled on her boots before strapping her quiver to her back, making sure it was filled with arrows, and grabbing her bow. She held it gently, almost lovingly, before she moved to leave.

"More important than wishing my little sister luck? I don't think so," he smiled slightly, patting her shoulder. "You'll do great."

"Thanks," Tal responded.

"But really, get going."

Rolling her eyes at her brother Tal moved past him, quickly getting out onto the streets. She took off in a light jog. The armour she wore was predominantly leather and chain mail and was made to be relatively light. She was glad to find she wasn't exactly late, though there were already a few people there. She kept a light smile on her lips, though the sight of Carthanach shocked her. She removed the simple necklace she wore around her neck, her token, and handed it over to the summoner. She was excited to get started.

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So this was Degar? Well, it certainly was an... interesting place. Sairse's sharp hazel eyes glared from under her hood as she inspected her surroundings as she easily moved through the people around her towards her destination. She would have liked to get a proper feel for this place but unfortunately she did not have much time left. As she continued to move her hands fell to her hips where her daggers were held. It was an almost cautious gesture. After all she did not want to be in a new place without the weapons. She was always ready for trouble, and it was something she seemed unable to avoid. Maybe she caused the trouble. That did not matter as long as she survived it.

Finally she reached the fountain, taking a quick note of those that were already there. Though her face was mostly expressionless her eyes were cold, almost judging, as she took each in and tried to work out what they were like. Though she was rather short, almost unassuming, there was a certain danger to her look. There was already a certain disdain growing in her mind for the scared looking girl. She could see how the beast could come across as intimidating to some... but she viewed those scared by it as weak. They were going to come across many more 'scary' things while training. She tilted her head slightly as her gaze found the summoner before stepping forward silently to hand over her token, the now broken dagger that had been her fathers.

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I'll try post tonight, but like exam this afternoon that I have to cram in extra study for now and one tomorrow morning Dx though I can easily get an a in the one tomorrow so I guess I might be able to post

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Great! I kind of can't really reply until tomorrow evening or Wednesday cause i have important exams tomorrow and Wednesday >.> I then have a ten day gap though so I'll be fine then.

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Tal

Appearance

Tal stands at around 5'6". You could not describe her as slim, but she is not overweight either. She is reasonably strong, especially her arms. Her hair is long and a dark brown, often tied back, though shorter strands often fall over her dark brown eyes. Her skin is a dusty brown tan in colour and mostly unblemished, though her hands and arms have a few visible rope burns.

Name: Aletta 'Tal' Rilynn
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Weapon specialty:

Bow

Personality: Aletta is a reasonably quiet person, tending to stay calm and level headed and going about unnoticed. This isn't to say that she dislikes people, in fact she prefers to spend time around others. She just has a tendency to say very little. She is generally quite a collected person, one to think through her actions rather than rush into something. She is a good team player, but has a tendency to follow along with others a bit too much.

Bio: Born to a relatively well off family in Degar, Tal is the youngest of three. With an older brother to inherit and an older sister to be married into another family she was always somewhat reduntant. She was rather close to her older brother and it was him who first taught her to use a bow. She had a natural talent with this kind of weapon, and quickly worked on honing this skill. It was something her parents never particularly approved of.
She began to learn how to craft bows only a few years ago, liking the idea of making her own. Against her parents' wishes she went more and more down a path that would lead her to craft and use these weapons for a living. Now she has decided pursue a goal she has secretly harboured for a long time; to become a Craftknight

Sai

Appearance

Sai stands at around 5'2" and is rather short and slender, verging on skinny, with reasonable curves. She has raw muscles and numerous scars scattered about her body. Her skin is fair and her red hair often left loose. Her hazel eyes are often cold, and judging.

Armour

Her armour is made out of leather, mostly.

Name: Sairse 'Sai' (Unknown Surname)
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Weapon specialty:

Dagger

Personality: A rather harsh person, Sairse has little tolerance for those she views as weak. She has a raw intelligence and cunning though she has been untaught and has never truly learnt to read or write. Her trust and respect are both things that are difficult to gain, and in general she is unlikely to like people she has only just met. However she is a rather confident person, somewhat flirtatious and headstrong. She has little regard for others feelings and will speak her mind whether it is hurtful or not. Above all she is a survivor, and will do what she can to stay alive.

Bio: Born in the capital, to a poorly mother who died within four years and an unknown father Sairse has spent most of her life looking out for herself. The only thing she possessed of her father was a dagger left as a gift for her mother. Sai was young when her mother died and with little to do she forced to take to the streets. Here she was taken under the wing of a few other children such as herself and learnt to put her knives to good use, and the natural agility and speed she had been born with. She learned to defend herself and survive where there was no place for the weak. She became a rather skilled thief, something that she still views as useful.
Her life changed somewhat when she made an attempt to steal from a blacksmith, a dagger that caught her attention. However she wasn't quite good enough to get out with it. The blacksmith took pity in the young girl, only twelve at the point, and decided to take her in. It was from him that she learnt to craft the weapon she had grown to love and honed her skills more, though she still felt the urge to steal. After five years learning from the blacksmith she left in the night. While she was grateful for what she had been taught she had no wish to make that her future. For two years she travelled from town to town, until now she has reached Degar.