88th Summer 513 AV 14th bell 23rd chime
It was a very quiet and sereneful place, Kreig had to admit, with the chirping of the birds in the trees, the occasional fish jumping out and slashing back into the water and the soft rustling of the grass, Kreig found himself very glad to have made the 4 bell trek it took to reach Stillwater Lake. Borrowing a horse from the order, along with enough rationed food for a ten day escape and his personal equipment, Kreig had set up his own personal training camp with his Patron's blessing.
Although Krei called it a training camp it was as much a personal getaway from the confines of giant castle that served as the headquarters and city of the Syliran knights. Oh the place was quite alright but there was only so much a person could take before the claustrophobic nature of the city overwhelmed them completely, which was quite odd coming from a city boy like Kreig, his own city of Sunberth similarly crowded.
Nonetheless he appreciated the serentiy of Stillwater Lake, he didn't quite like nature much... doubly so ever since the previous winter where he and his patron travelled the wild roads all the way from Sun berth, encountering and travelling with Fallon and wolf pup along the way. He sat atop a log, eating a dry piece of meat and looked at the large lake, by his left a cup filled to the brim with fresh water. He didn't quite know what to do with himself after he had finished setting up his tent right behind him and once he was done with his meagre lunch, the horse happily grazing as its reigns were tied around a branch extending from the left half of the log.
He contemplated on the events of the season and found himself with mixed emotions, one part of him enjoyed the early half of the season... part of him had found closure with an unintended sin from the past year, his friendship with Fallon grew slightly and he also made a few new friends and done a few good deeds. The latter half.... particularly the fifty first and Al that followed, filled him with guilt. He placed the last bit of meat inside his mouth, chewing tempermantally as he remembered the dark days... rage nearly boiling over as he remembered what happened to Fallon, and a dark sense of satisfaction as they brought justice upon the heads of those who committed the dark deed.
During those times he felt like a useless pitcher as Fallon closed the world away from herself and despite the fact she seemed better now, it was obvious she would never recover completely and was obviously hiding her pain, to what extent Kreig did not kmow ...perhaps he would never know and that thought alone made him feel utterly useless. He picked up the cup of water, wishing it was a mug of ale and downed it completely ‘And to top it all off.... she's a mage' thought the brawler, being a denizen from Sun berth meant he had a pactially ingrained hatred of mages, a hatred that had dimmed considerably ever since his brief days as a member of the Crimson Edge... instead his hatred for it came from the dangerous and powerful double edged nature of its many magical desciplines. Certain magics brought madness if one wasn't careful, Kreig understood that well enough and he now tolerated mages despite being mildly irritated.
He was saddened however, that Fallon hadn't told him ..... he couldn't blame her since she knew where he was from and the stigma of magic in general, but it still saddened him and brought more guilt than was necessary. For the latter half of this season, he felt like he failed her as a friend and with the subtle revelation she was a mage that feeling extended to the day they met.... it was unjustified guilt on his part but guilt nonetheless and instilled a certain sense of resolve 'I shall no longer be useless' Came the thought as he gently sat the cup down and raised himself up, approaching the edge of the lake and looked upon his own visage reflected in the still waters of the lake ' I will be better, much or little, I will be better, but I shall NOT be USELESS' he tightened his fists as he walked away, approaching his tent and entered then reemerged with a longsword in hand, the blade resting comfortably within its scabbard.
he a walked a small distance away from the horse and tent, not wishing to startle the creature with the repeated swings of his sword. Slowly he unsheathed the blade, gently tossing the scabbard aside and took his position. His form slightly crouched as one leg was planted firmly in the back with the other bent forward, his hands gripping the sword firmly, his primary hand gripping the sword near the pommel while his other had a looser grip near the hilt. The blade raised with the point aimed at some imaginary foe
Suddenly he stepped forward, raising and then suddenly bringing the blade down in a slashing motion then followed with a stabbing motion as he moved forward before jumping back and raised his blade with the flat of it facing outward with his left resting against the back, as if blocking an incoming blow. He kicked the air as if stricking against said foe then struck down with the pommel of the sword as if hitting the back of someones head or perhaps their literal back. Finally he stopped, stood up straight, sticking the tip of the blade into the earth and wiped the small bit of sweat on his brow.
He was still sloppy, he knew that and was sure both Ser Wade and Sera Natasha would say the same. That feeling of uselessness crept up behind him, but with a shake of his head he banished the feeling and picked up the blade, resuming his stance and repeated the movements once more.
">It was a very quiet and sereneful place, Kreig had to admit, with the chirping of the birds in the trees, the occasional fish jumping out and slashing back into the water and the soft rustling of the grass, Kreig found himself very glad to have made the 4 bell trek it took to reach Stillwater Lake. Borrowing a horse from the order, along with enough rationed food for a ten day escape and his personal equipment, Kreig had set up his own personal training camp with his Patron's blessing.
Although Krei called it a training camp it was as much a personal getaway from the confines of giant castle that served as the headquarters and city of the Syliran knights. Oh the place was quite alright but there was only so much a person could take before the claustrophobic nature of the city overwhelmed them completely, which was quite odd coming from a city boy like Kreig, his own city of Sunberth similarly crowded.
Nonetheless he appreciated the serentiy of Stillwater Lake, he didn't quite like nature much... doubly so ever since the previous winter where he and his patron travelled the wild roads all the way from Sun berth, encountering and travelling with Fallon and wolf pup along the way. He sat atop a log, eating a dry piece of meat and looked at the large lake, by his left a cup filled to the brim with fresh water. He didn't quite know what to do with himself after he had finished setting up his tent right behind him and once he was done with his meagre lunch, the horse happily grazing as its reigns were tied around a branch extending from the left half of the log.
He contemplated on the events of the season and found himself with mixed emotions, one part of him enjoyed the early half of the season... part of him had found closure with an unintended sin from the past year, his friendship with Fallon grew slightly and he also made a few new friends and done a few good deeds. The latter half.... particularly the fifty first and Al that followed, filled him with guilt. He placed the last bit of meat inside his mouth, chewing tempermantally as he remembered the dark days... rage nearly boiling over as he remembered what happened to Fallon, and a dark sense of satisfaction as they brought justice upon the heads of those who committed the dark deed.
During those times he felt like a useless pitcher as Fallon closed the world away from herself and despite the fact she seemed better now, it was obvious she would never recover completely and was obviously hiding her pain, to what extent Kreig did not kmow ...perhaps he would never know and that thought alone made him feel utterly useless. He picked up the cup of water, wishing it was a mug of ale and downed it completely ‘And to top it all off.... she's a mage' thought the brawler, being a denizen from Sun berth meant he had a pactially ingrained hatred of mages, a hatred that had dimmed considerably ever since his brief days as a member of the Crimson Edge... instead his hatred for it came from the dangerous and powerful double edged nature of its many magical desciplines. Certain magics brought madness if one wasn't careful, Kreig understood that well enough and he now tolerated mages despite being mildly irritated.
He was saddened however, that Fallon hadn't told him ..... he couldn't blame her since she knew where he was from and the stigma of magic in general, but it still saddened him and brought more guilt than was necessary. For the latter half of this season, he felt like he failed her as a friend and with the subtle revelation she was a mage that feeling extended to the day they met.... it was unjustified guilt on his part but guilt nonetheless and instilled a certain sense of resolve 'I shall no longer be useless' Came the thought as he gently sat the cup down and raised himself up, approaching the edge of the lake and looked upon his own visage reflected in the still waters of the lake ' I will be better, much or little, I will be better, but I shall NOT be USELESS' he tightened his fists as he walked away, approaching his tent and entered then reemerged with a longsword in hand, the blade resting comfortably within its scabbard.
he a walked a small distance away from the horse and tent, not wishing to startle the creature with the repeated swings of his sword. Slowly he unsheathed the blade, gently tossing the scabbard aside and took his position. His form slightly crouched as one leg was planted firmly in the back with the other bent forward, his hands gripping the sword firmly, his primary hand gripping the sword near the pommel while his other had a looser grip near the hilt. The blade raised with the point aimed at some imaginary foe
Suddenly he stepped forward, raising and then suddenly bringing the blade down in a slashing motion then followed with a stabbing motion as he moved forward before jumping back and raised his blade with the flat of it facing outward with his left resting against the back, as if blocking an incoming blow. He kicked the air as if stricking against said foe then struck down with the pommel of the sword as if hitting the back of someones head or perhaps their literal back. Finally he stopped, stood up straight, sticking the tip of the blade into the earth and wiped the small bit of sweat on his brow.
He was still sloppy, he knew that and was sure both Ser Wade and Sera Natasha would say the same. That feeling of uselessness crept up behind him, but with a shake of his head he banished the feeling and picked up the blade, resuming his stance and repeated the movements once more.
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It was a very quiet and sereneful place, Kreig had to admit, with the chirping of the birds in the trees, the occasional fish jumping out and slashing back into the water and the soft rustling of the grass, Kreig found himself very glad to have made the 4 bell trek it took to reach Stillwater Lake. Borrowing a horse from the order, along with enough rationed food for a ten day escape and his personal equipment, Kreig had set up his own personal training camp with his Patron's blessing.
Although Krei called it a training camp it was as much a personal getaway from the confines of giant castle that served as the headquarters and city of the Syliran knights. Oh the place was quite alright but there was only so much a person could take before the claustrophobic nature of the city overwhelmed them completely, which was quite odd coming from a city boy like Kreig, his own city of Sunberth similarly crowded.
Nonetheless he appreciated the serentiy of Stillwater Lake, he didn't quite like nature much... doubly so ever since the previous winter where he and his patron travelled the wild roads all the way from Sun berth, encountering and travelling with Fallon and wolf pup along the way. He sat atop a log, eating a dry piece of meat and looked at the large lake, by his left a cup filled to the brim with fresh water. He didn't quite know what to do with himself after he had finished setting up his tent right behind him and once he was done with his meagre lunch, the horse happily grazing as its reigns were tied around a branch extending from the left half of the log.
He contemplated on the events of the season and found himself with mixed emotions, one part of him enjoyed the early half of the season... part of him had found closure with an unintended sin from the past year, his friendship with Fallon grew slightly and he also made a few new friends and done a few good deeds. The latter half.... particularly the fifty first and Al that followed, filled him with guilt. He placed the last bit of meat inside his mouth, chewing tempermantally as he remembered the dark days... rage nearly boiling over as he remembered what happened to Fallon, and a dark sense of satisfaction as they brought justice upon the heads of those who committed the dark deed.
During those times he felt like a useless pitcher as Fallon closed the world away from herself and despite the fact she seemed better now, it was obvious she would never recover completely and was obviously hiding her pain, to what extent Kreig did not kmow ...perhaps he would never know and that thought alone made him feel utterly useless. He picked up the cup of water, wishing it was a mug of ale and downed it completely ‘And to top it all off.... she's a mage' thought the brawler, being a denizen from Sun berth meant he had a pactially ingrained hatred of mages, a hatred that had dimmed considerably ever since his brief days as a member of the Crimson Edge... instead his hatred for it came from the dangerous and powerful double edged nature of its many magical desciplines. Certain magics brought madness if one wasn't careful, Kreig understood that well enough and he now tolerated mages despite being mildly irritated.
He was saddened however, that Fallon hadn't told him ..... he couldn't blame her since she knew where he was from and the stigma of magic in general, but it still saddened him and brought more guilt than was necessary. For the latter half of this season, he felt like he failed her as a friend and with the subtle revelation she was a mage that feeling extended to the day they met.... it was unjustified guilt on his part but guilt nonetheless and instilled a certain sense of resolve 'I shall no longer be useless' Came the thought as he gently sat the cup down and raised himself up, approaching the edge of the lake and looked upon his own visage reflected in the still waters of the lake ' I will be better, much or little, I will be better, but I shall NOT be USELESS' he tightened his fists as he walked away, approaching his tent and entered then reemerged with a longsword in hand, the blade resting comfortably within its scabbard.
he a walked a small distance away from the horse and tent, not wishing to startle the creature with the repeated swings of his sword. Slowly he unsheathed the blade, gently tossing the scabbard aside and took his position. His form slightly crouched as one leg was planted firmly in the back with the other bent forward, his hands gripping the sword firmly, his primary hand gripping the sword near the pommel while his other had a looser grip near the hilt. The blade raised with the point aimed at some imaginary foe
Suddenly he stepped forward, raising and then suddenly bringing the blade down in a slashing motion then followed with a stabbing motion as he moved forward before jumping back and raised his blade with the flat of it facing outward with his left resting against the back, as if blocking an incoming blow. He kicked the air as if stricking against said foe then struck down with the pommel of the sword as if hitting the back of someones head or perhaps their literal back. Finally he stopped, stood up straight, sticking the tip of the blade into the earth and wiped the small bit of sweat on his brow.
He was still sloppy, he knew that and was sure both Ser Wade and Sera Natasha would say the same. That feeling of uselessness crept up behind him, but with a shake of his head he banished the feeling and picked up the blade, resuming his stance and repeated the movements once more.
">It was a very quiet and sereneful place, Kreig had to admit, with the chirping of the birds in the trees, the occasional fish jumping out and slashing back into the water and the soft rustling of the grass, Kreig found himself very glad to have made the 4 bell trek it took to reach Stillwater Lake. Borrowing a horse from the order, along with enough rationed food for a ten day escape and his personal equipment, Kreig had set up his own personal training camp with his Patron's blessing.
Although Krei called it a training camp it was as much a personal getaway from the confines of giant castle that served as the headquarters and city of the Syliran knights. Oh the place was quite alright but there was only so much a person could take before the claustrophobic nature of the city overwhelmed them completely, which was quite odd coming from a city boy like Kreig, his own city of Sunberth similarly crowded.
Nonetheless he appreciated the serentiy of Stillwater Lake, he didn't quite like nature much... doubly so ever since the previous winter where he and his patron travelled the wild roads all the way from Sun berth, encountering and travelling with Fallon and wolf pup along the way. He sat atop a log, eating a dry piece of meat and looked at the large lake, by his left a cup filled to the brim with fresh water. He didn't quite know what to do with himself after he had finished setting up his tent right behind him and once he was done with his meagre lunch, the horse happily grazing as its reigns were tied around a branch extending from the left half of the log.
He contemplated on the events of the season and found himself with mixed emotions, one part of him enjoyed the early half of the season... part of him had found closure with an unintended sin from the past year, his friendship with Fallon grew slightly and he also made a few new friends and done a few good deeds. The latter half.... particularly the fifty first and Al that followed, filled him with guilt. He placed the last bit of meat inside his mouth, chewing tempermantally as he remembered the dark days... rage nearly boiling over as he remembered what happened to Fallon, and a dark sense of satisfaction as they brought justice upon the heads of those who committed the dark deed.
During those times he felt like a useless pitcher as Fallon closed the world away from herself and despite the fact she seemed better now, it was obvious she would never recover completely and was obviously hiding her pain, to what extent Kreig did not kmow ...perhaps he would never know and that thought alone made him feel utterly useless. He picked up the cup of water, wishing it was a mug of ale and downed it completely ‘And to top it all off.... she's a mage' thought the brawler, being a denizen from Sun berth meant he had a pactially ingrained hatred of mages, a hatred that had dimmed considerably ever since his brief days as a member of the Crimson Edge... instead his hatred for it came from the dangerous and powerful double edged nature of its many magical desciplines. Certain magics brought madness if one wasn't careful, Kreig understood that well enough and he now tolerated mages despite being mildly irritated.
He was saddened however, that Fallon hadn't told him ..... he couldn't blame her since she knew where he was from and the stigma of magic in general, but it still saddened him and brought more guilt than was necessary. For the latter half of this season, he felt like he failed her as a friend and with the subtle revelation she was a mage that feeling extended to the day they met.... it was unjustified guilt on his part but guilt nonetheless and instilled a certain sense of resolve 'I shall no longer be useless' Came the thought as he gently sat the cup down and raised himself up, approaching the edge of the lake and looked upon his own visage reflected in the still waters of the lake ' I will be better, much or little, I will be better, but I shall NOT be USELESS' he tightened his fists as he walked away, approaching his tent and entered then reemerged with a longsword in hand, the blade resting comfortably within its scabbard.
he a walked a small distance away from the horse and tent, not wishing to startle the creature with the repeated swings of his sword. Slowly he unsheathed the blade, gently tossing the scabbard aside and took his position. His form slightly crouched as one leg was planted firmly in the back with the other bent forward, his hands gripping the sword firmly, his primary hand gripping the sword near the pommel while his other had a looser grip near the hilt. The blade raised with the point aimed at some imaginary foe
Suddenly he stepped forward, raising and then suddenly bringing the blade down in a slashing motion then followed with a stabbing motion as he moved forward before jumping back and raised his blade with the flat of it facing outward with his left resting against the back, as if blocking an incoming blow. He kicked the air as if stricking against said foe then struck down with the pommel of the sword as if hitting the back of someones head or perhaps their literal back. Finally he stopped, stood up straight, sticking the tip of the blade into the earth and wiped the small bit of sweat on his brow.
He was still sloppy, he knew that and was sure both Ser Wade and Sera Natasha would say the same. That feeling of uselessness crept up behind him, but with a shake of his head he banished the feeling and picked up the blade, resuming his stance and repeated the movements once more.
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