Solo Just Another Day

[Baragul]

Baragul awakes rising from the bed provided to him by the city he puts on his clothes in order same as always, pants shirt cloak then belt. He walks to the window its still dark outside. Good he thought I can make a nice start on my workout.

Baragul picked up his sword and walked to the dummy in the corner of the room. Upon arrival he stared at the straw face and multiple arms today he would start with sit-ups to stretch. He laid his body on the floor and began counting out loud as he stretched his head to his knees. One two three for.... twenty eight twenty nine thirty. With that he jumped up shook his head vigorously and took several deep breaths.

Approaching the post tests to see if the beams are still in the correct places as they are. His eyes closed and his arms reached out he hit the top right post then bottom left his mid arms stung from the collision but he had heard that it would become stronger when it regrew so he continued. Movement after movement hit after hit testing his bones on the post for roughly thirty chimes. The moon had disappeared and sunlight was taking its place, he had decided to take a break for a while.

He once again picked up his sword and remembered the man who gave it to him. Baragul doesn't know who the man was he never gave him his name but the sword has meant something to him. The man was a knight or at least Baragul thought he was a knight he acted like one. He told the boy to be the best man he could be and Baragul was honored to have the challenge.

He stood up off the bed he had somehow managed to find himself sitting on. He raised his sword in front of his chest and struck the air practicing the slashes he saw the men at the barracks practice. Forward slash stabbing in front of him followed by a quick retreat and the blade raised in front of him to a more defensive stance. He continuously watched his own feet watching the footing memorizing the motions refreshing them in his head from when he saw others do it.

He felt exhausted after a while time flew by he heard a bell earlier the 9th he must of been practicing for some time. Wiping the sweat off his brow he walked for the door leaving for another day looking for a job and meeting new people.

Baragul was tired but only his arms, his sword hand and wrist were sore but his legs were as awake and mobile as ever. He decided he would have to fix that once he had left the building and gotten to the road he began to run at first a jog but then he pushed himself as he always did. He made it about 100 yeards on a full sprint before he had to go back to jogging good enough he thought. Next time ill do better. He slowed down to a walk looking at the merchants and families alive in the city.

So many people was there this many 5 years ago? He could not remember what he does remember was he needed a job so the question was irrelevant. He continued walking looking for a sign anything to give him hope at all for a job. By the twelfth bell Baragul had found nothing. He decided he would go back home. Remebering how he left his home this morning he realized that his legs were no longer aching as much. He decided again that could be remedied so he sprinted back alley and through main roads a straight line home no stopping. His mid screaming just keep going and you can have time to hurt when you get home.

Twice he ran past guards that though he was a thief they chased him for a while but then stopped when they realized he was not even carrying anything. All that was on him was his sword for weight and it was hefty enough but not a great big weight. But that was good it meant he could run longer and that he did. After running for a while he made it home exhausted and tired he collapsed on his bed and decided it was time for a nap. Kept only to his own thoughts all day long he had alot of time to think about his life.

Why has my life always been about work? Now I cant work and im still living well sure it is not going to last forever but, should i be wasting so much time looking for calm work when i could be pushing my limits doing better things? I could of worked out all morning rather then the little bit i did. I could of gone hunting outside the gates. He admits hes never actually been hunting and lacks any kind of bow or arrows for that matter. Maybe I will fix that too, he assures himself that one day he wont have to work, he will be a free man on an adventure without the toil of the city.

[Perplexity]

Riddled With Rewards Baragul Experience Skill XP Earned Bodybuilding + 1 EXP Unarmed Combat + 1 EXP Weapon: Longsword +1 EXP Running +1 EXP Lores • Lore Earned • Sit-Ups on a Stone Floor, Ouch! • Training Post: Practicing Punches • Fancy Footwork: Basic Stance with a Longsword • Purpose and Meaning: What to do with my life? Notes : Mr. Baragul, I found this post to be a little bit of a difficult read. You switch between First, Second and Third person repeatedly. I advise you familiarize yourself with the different tenses of grammatical speak a bit more in the future. If you need some guidance I suggest you peruse the guide to posting that can be found in my signature. Internal monologues should be placed in quotation marks and italicized or otherwise marked in some way that the readers are aware you’re not breaking the flow of writing. Furthermore, I couldn’t give you much experience because your post wasn’t very detailed. If you need references in regards to work-out threads, swordsmanship practice or other such skills there are plenty to be had around the forums. Most any thread with the label [Antinous Training Grounds] or [Anthonious Fighter’s Pit] involve some form of combat practice. If you don’t know where to start I highly encourage you to approach your peers. If you have questions regarding my critique and the grade I’ve posted to this thread feel free to PM me at your earliest convenience.