Metal & Dust (Garland)

by **Ianthe** on April 14th, 2016, 3:21 am

Metal & Dust

Timestamp: 67th Day of Spring, 516 AV
Location: Anthonius Fighters Pit

The clang of metal on metal rang through the air, followed by the thud of a shield and the heavy grunting of a man thrown on his back. Dust rose up from the Anthonius Fighters Pit, resettling only when the man stilled and forfeited his match.

“Huzzah!” came the triumphant yell of his opponent. The woman threw down her shield and impatiently pushed matted brown hair from her face. “That’s two out of three! You owe me a beer, mate.”

Ianthe sat - or rather, perched - on the opposite side of the pit, and watched the exchange with curious eyes. She leaned forward, elbows on knees and chin in hand, while her legs bounced lazily against the stone wall.

Even after a half-season in Syliras, humans and their habits continued to interest her. She had found that they particularly enjoyed fighting: talking about fighting, training for fighting, and fighting itself. There was never a shortage of willing opponents. Some of them - the Knights - were paid to fight, while others earned their coin from gambling and luck.

Fighting seemed to be the lifeblood by which Syliras survived.

Ianthe wanted to share in these customs - to learn why the humans cared so much about strength and strife. But as she watched the fighters train, she felt a familiar surge of apprehension run through her veins.

She understood, even without asking anyone in the pit, that she was the odd one out. A konti - small, blonde, scaled, and lightweight. Even her pristine white clothes stuck out against the dusty, sweat-ridden landscape.

Besides, she knew nothing. And what excuse could she give for wanting to learn - to try it out? She had no intention of joining the Knighthood. And Avalis knew she was the last person to carry around a weapon heavier than her suvai.

Still. The fighting fascinated her.

Ianthe eyed one man in the pit who wielded a longsword with two hands. The man’s muscles flexed as he expertly swung the weapon beneath the heat of the afternoon sun. Imagine: to be able to swing a sword like that - nay, to be able to hold a sword like that.

She sighed, torn between excitement and a stronger feeling of hesitation. Maybe today wasn’t the day she was meant to learn. Maybe today was another day spent on the sidelines.

At least there were muscles.

by **Garland** on April 19th, 2016, 4:10 am

Garland was frustrated, he was angry, and he didn't know why. Armor, laws, protocol were currently at a lost to him. He was like a wild man as he slashed and hacked away at the training dummy without care.

The other patrons in the pits know Garland since he was a young lad helping around with cleaning swords, and armor till he was old enough to join them in the pits. They had never seen him act like this.

The others simply gave him a wide berth for now, till he calmed down a few bells later. The dummy was in complete tatters now, just a pile of straw and sand. He was going to pay for the damages, he still had that much sense in him, but right now he didn't care.

He had just broken up with his girlfriend for something minor rule of nature in the world of Mizahar; Kill or be killed. He sighed, he panted, he was tired but he still needed something to do.

He looked around and noticed an odd sight. A konti was among the regular faces of the pits. He was reminded of Lora, he was suppose to feel angry or frustrated, but all he felt was a bit sad, confused. He looked at the broken pile of straw that was the training dummy.

Maybe he was too wild, too uncontrollable during battle. He thought he was fairly in control of himself during battle, but he was prone to blind rage when things are going south.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, he needed to do something, but he was too tired to spar, he needed to talk or to train someone, or maybe a drink. He didn't want to walk to the Rearing stallion.

He walked over to the konti and sat down beside her. "Hello, strange seeing a Konti in the pits. What brings you here?"

by **Aladari Coolwater** on February 14th, 2017, 4:40 am

Grades Ahoy!

Name:Garland

XP Award:

Weapon Skill: Bastard Sword +1

Lore:

Mizahar: Kill or Be Killed
Channeling Anger into Training
Talking to Manage Anger
Self: I'll Always Pay for Damages

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