Wrath : Day of No Rest (Part 2)

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on September 24th, 2013, 7:59 pm

18th of Spring 497AV
The halls of the Vilhjalmr household were soon filled with the sounds of dance, orchestral clashes of metal the ghastly moaning of life and death seemed to lead into a faintly lit room situated at the eastern quarter of the adequate home of three, the aging parents and their only child.

Upon the leading hours of morning to day Senghor was enthralled with his father at the blade, their longswords held hands and took the stage in a loud tundra of war, a warriors spar it seemed as the older male of the two led his son playfully in a somewhat relaxed defence. His seed decades behind as he kept swinging the blade worse than an amateur, Cagn observed his son's movements, their erratic, violent and untrained steps easily predicated.

Momentarily if one kept their eyes on the old man they'd see that he nearly hadn't moved, the longsword held in his right hand somewhat a foreign weapon yet he handled it with a lovers hold, his grip upon its hilt firm yet strong, his wrist rotated swiftly like a rivers flow to swath away Senghor's attempt at his side.

His son on the other hand, his face drenched in sweat, his body stiff and every fibre that held his flesh pull as he swung, as he moved forward once again he felt his calves tighten, his hamstrings mimicking the action with relative ease whilst he leapt forward. An unceremonious grasp at the blade both palms held upon it with a barbaric grip at the hilt, one seemingly like that of a virgin upon its first night with forbidden flesh, his caress was rough and his wrist tightened whilst he brought the sword at a ninety degree sway, Cagn let the sides of their blades meet as he held it parallel to the floor, the tip of the blade faced down as he moved to the side with a graceful shuffle.

Senghor retracted his sword and brought aggressively it once again, his swings lusted with like of a ferocious animal, the crescendo of steel clashing echoed in the spacious room ever presently as the boy swung again, and again, and again yet with each blasted swing his father seemingly was 10 steps ahead, this agitated him, it angered him and his father knew it.

Cagn kept poking at his sons nerves with his defensive stance, though the longsword was long overdue with use, he held it beautifully as he memory swept the confines of his mind, he remembered others which outmatched the one he held. A blade made by the hand of a Isur could easily cut down ten men in his hand, yet his hands were now aged, they didn't lose their finesse yet he knew that just as his father had, his legacy and style of battle would eternally strife in the hands of his son, Senghor....

'Senghor!!' the veteran thought to himself as his thoughts instantly snapped back towards his son, his eyes slower it'd seemed as the young Vilhjalmr slid below the outstretched body of his fathers blade, he mustered all his strength and brought the hilt of his sword parallel to his chest, horizontally the hungry blade aimed at the abdomen of his father, as he thrust the sword with a throat wrenching grunt his eyes beamed to life as he watched it near the old man...

Yet the gleam quickly retreated and diminished, replaced with awe and disappointment as he watched the body of his father move to the side swiftly, it was as if the man attained a acrobatic prowess that was second nature. Cagn watched as the side of the blade miss his abdomen by a mere millimeter, he quickly rotated on his heels with a eagle's agile grace and for the first time that day went on the offense, his wrist flicked downwards as he turned and faced Senghor, he brought down the longsword with a quick snap and diagonal arch his eyes seemingly bloodlusted yet he quickly snapped back to his senses when he saw his son's body the blade's touched the back of Seng's neck right between the joints that led to his spine, instant death by decapitation if Cagn completed the act.

Senghor felt a unearthly brush with Dira it seemed as he felt her cold hand of caress the strands of his hair seductively, they stood up slowly and he fell soon brush the body of the sword. A sigh of relief slipped from his young lips as he felt the blade retreat from the back of his neck, his father professionally handled the matter with a mentors words.

"Senghor, your death would have been swift and inevitable at another's hand, you attack with rushed aggression and violent swings..." the man said with a somewhat dry scoff, the tip of his sword dipped into the floor and he heard Senghor begin to stand from his stationary pose. He rose and turned to face his father with a down cast gaze, the only person who'd ever earned such respect and fear was the man before him and with a low voice he spoke.

"Father, please show me..." the boy said with a truly silent voice, the tone in his voice showed that he was willing to learn, he was willing to learn to move just as he father did, to defend and to fight just as the man before him did, he was willing to sacrifice every fibre in his body to do as his father did and unknowingly the man before him once did the same, once he was just as his son Senghor with his own father.

Cagn looked down at his son as a proud smile tugged at the corners of lips, in his younger days he didn't even care for such affectionate displays and he knew that even at his current age he still needed to display strength over love, yet not for all cases in his life such as his son, and wife

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on October 18th, 2013, 10:57 pm

As the young Senghor looked up at his father with a agency to learn from him, he observed as the man stepped back swiftly and with a agile grace, his form seemed lithe and majestic, he moved back in a shuffle and watched as the older man swept to the side with his legs slightly apart, the longsword in his firm grasp attained the infinite genres of death, Cagn slowly let his left foot slide back whilst slowly bringing the blade into the dark pools of his eyes, with precise perspective where the tip of the blade was, his opponent was, the point he looked down upon would allow for him to get the dynamism to execute the most intricate of counters and attacks, Cagn gazed at plainly at the tip for a moment before he let his lethal voice echo into his sons ears.

"Son, this blade is nothing more than an extension of yourself. All your anger, your sadness, your lust and love should be poured into it, tranquilly with fury, meditation with rage... Each attack must be precise, deadly and dominant, each attack must be as easily powerful as the last" Cagn said with stoic features, Senghor the oblivious son of this secretive man nodded slowly as his eyes took in the stance his father projected, the firm grasp of the sword now held within both palms, everything the older man did was merely a form of information, a teaching taken to heart, mind, body and soul.

Cagn was once called animal, a beast, a berserker and this was what fueled him, his son, his entire ancestry were fueled by this rage and only when they were ready would they master it, would they take it and wield it in battle. Nay, it was no curse, no disease, nothing of the sort that plagued his genetic stream it was something that was within them, a mold that shaped them and made them, they didn't wear it, they didn't buy it nor was it given, it was something of a teaching, a empowerment of knowledge that passed down from one son to the other.

Cagn was the last before Senghor was conceived and he knew, he'd already lived his life, he'd done his part and now it was Senghor's turn to take the reigns of blood, heritage and teaching for another span of years. Cagn knew, he saw it in his son and knew that he'd be the one to do more, he knew that his teachings would help his son strive and survive the harsh world of his past sins, his forefathers sins and even his own... Such was the burden the Vilhjalmrs bore, to carry the burden of their parents, their ancestry and this burden was insurmountable in weight, Cagn knew, he experienced the pains of the world, affiliated himself with death in detail, he afflicted the world with pain so he knew, he knew that he and his wife would have to hide Seng, their boy from their past lives. So, they never spoke of them around him, No.. They never spoke about their former lives at all, it was just too much...

As the older man was consumed by those dark thoughts, a frown crowned his lips causing his body to loosely stiffen, he let his his left hand slip off the hilt of the foreign weapon and twisted his wrist to let the body of the sword turn and with a afterthought a horizontal arch the blade sung through the air, vertically upwards Cagn raised the metallic virgin of death and unknowingly let his left palm return home to it right companion, a diagonal arch downwards made the old veteran bend forward slightly and continuous attacks, a inverse diagonal swing brought upwards made him stand upright once again.

Senghor watched his face move with this grace, his movements were poetic as they were precise and deadly, each step forward, back, sideways was followed with a swing, thrust or style. To the young boy, his father was nothing less than a diplomat of death's design, if he were older and wise in his knowledge of swordsmanship Senghor would have recorded a multitude of severed limbs, and at least six decapitations by now yet he didn't, he was drawn to this dance, the made his palms inch, each step, motion and swing was painted with intricate detail within his mind and Senghor wanted to at least utilize what he'd learned, what he'd seen and blindly would he march into the fray with his father.

"Let everything pour into it... Let everything pour into it..." whispered lowly did Senghor with repeated mantra, he thoughts of everything that'd been cast onto him, the words thrown at him angrily and violently, 'whoreson', 'animal', 'beast', the grip upon the leather bound temple tightened, he thought of his mothers words and her love for him, for her and his father, he thought with pained pictures of nothing but emptiness, nothing but hatred pouncing upon him, he grit his teeth and looked down at the longsword in his tight grasp, he remembered his fathers own and loosened it to hold it firmly, gently.

He looked up at his father, the older man still lost within his own thoughts as he 'demonstrated' what to do and how to do it, Senghor raised the blade slowly and mimicked his fathers first action to gaze at him, his eyes could see the man's entire body well enough even though Cagn had an height advantage upon his son.

With whatever little moves he'd seen from his father, the young Vilhjalmr marched nervously upon him, and when his father turned, from the corner of his eye the older man saw his brash son hold up his sword in readiness, as he turned a thunderous clang of metal mating echoed in their training room and generated a strain of sound for a moment, silence hung in the room for a moment...

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on December 21st, 2013, 10:33 am

It was no sooner than the flatter of a human eye that they moved, both father and son's blades seemingly moving as one, though Cagn outclassed Senghor by decades of training he paced himself to move like his son, with eased and slow movement to sate Seng's fast and aggressive ones.

Senghor felt an otherworldly euphoria wash over him as he moved, for each thrust from the longsword he could easily chain it with a side swing and swiftly end the chain with another thrust. This was visible by his movements, when Cagn brought down his blade Seng parried and brought up his sword diagonally towards his fathers open side, Cagn countered with a simple step back and swath from his own weapon.

'That's it son, just let pour out and allow it to move' Cagn thought as he watched Senghor step back from a thrust he'd initiated, he watched as his son spun on his heels to dodge the blade he didn't lose momentum for when he stopped he quickly returned the favor with a similar move.

Unknowningly to both Cagn and Senghor, Senghor was adapting to the fight style he added his own movements and creative in the steps, this he'd incorporate in the future. Yet what Cagn knew was that Senghor was capturing each one of his own movements, storing them to later use when he attacked.

Their sparing room seemed devoured of reality when they both moved, it was as if two bodies of waters had unleashed their fury on one another and with each flowing step a flowing dodge followed.

It was when than that after Senghor thrust his blade fully and brought himself with the longsword that Cagn turned things up for his son, Cagn dodged and slid one leg under his son and tripped him, when Senghor fell he spoke somewhat mockingly as his tone had changed, brimming with arrogant and expertise.

"Come now Senghor, get up and fight!... Or will you just stand there in an actual battle, watching as the enemy slaughters your comrades one by one as you lazily relax?" he asked with a tone that would have mocked even the gods themselves. He watched as he son begin to stand and loosen himself, he let that fire of anger feverishly lick at his heart, only when the embers that came from the dying flame touched it an ungodly flame spit forth and plagued him, his stance changed and when he spoke he made sure his voice wasn't filled with an ounce of fear or regret.

"You talk to much... Father" Senghor replied angrily as he brought the blade into his eyes embrace, the tip no longer a component of a blade but the mouth of war.

A great unearthly silence seemed to engulf the room, not even the sounds of Sunberth outside were audible to both father and son, Senghor slid his foot back slowly and held the blade at his side, his eyes took in every detail of his fathers calm demeanour it was as if the decades had made him stand readily lazily, he seemed to be unprepared for anything yet could quickly counter any move that came at him, it was a majestic stance indeed and in time Senghor knew that even he would stand like that, he just needed to practice everyday of every hour.

Cagn tore himself from reality for a moment, the proud father in him watched as the cub challenged the lion, even though the cub wasn't ready he knew that it'd make things interesting. He gazed at his son with blacks as black at the hearts of the most vile, they seemed to sway within the never shifting sea of his globe, he watched as Seng moved towards him with a anger enhanced speed, when his son brought up his blade Cagn countered with a elegant parry, he stepped to the side and turned his midsection as Senghor quickly chained his attack by arching it sideways, Cagn countered by deflection, the bodies of their blades met quickly departed when Senghor relentlessly brought upon another chain of attacks, his longsword went to the sides of his father who easily deflected the onslaught, it was only when Seng brought his down in a diagonal cleave at Cagn realised that his son wouldn't give up, he wouldn't stop.

Cagn had let loose a beast out its cage and it wouldn't stop lest he put it down, as Seng's blade once again touched his Cagn decided to blindside his son, with slight of hand he made it seem as if the attack had precisely struck him in the heart yet when he moved to the side, his longsword dropped and his arms wrapped around his son.

The way his son's body was trembling was uneasy, it was it disturbed him because he'd brought this on him even when he wasn't ready. For the first time in a long time the words that slipped from Cagn were as warm and true as a body on the streets of Sunberth.

"Son... Son... Senghor, relax. It was merely a jest, don't take it to heart, learn from it because they'll be enemies with much greater power, their lies will sound as true as their truths and they'll kill you if you don't compose yourself." he said to his son as he knelt down and tapped on the shoulder, the thunderous clang of his son's blade upon the floor didn't even deter him as he continueed to speak.

"Words easily shift the tide of any battle and if you don't compose yourself you'll easily fall into an opponents trap. Calm yourself my son, think before striking and than you'll win" Cagn finished as he looked deeply into the golden brown eyes of his son, he'd inherited them from his mother it seemed they were warm yet could easily lose that warmth and become as cold as a winter blizzard if they choose to.

by **Senghor Vilhjalmr** on December 21st, 2013, 10:48 am

"I... I'll try my best father" Senghor replied lowly as he raised his head, when he looked up the look in his father's eyes startled him, it was warm and compassionate, as if though there was pride lingering in the dark globes.

It was only when the crowns of their heads touched and he felt the man's palm raffle his thin strands of hair that Senghor eased, the pride was there even though it was small but it was there.

Cagn sighed under his breath and looked out the window for a moment he turned back to his son and spoke, "Come, let us go eat... I'm betting you're quite hungry after today's training eh?" he asked lowly as he slowly began to stand up. After a moment of packing things up for the day both Vilhjalmr's turned their attention to the only woman in their lives, they'd done training for the moment and food was the only thing that'd sate them at the moment, hence it was time to eat!...

by **Vanari** on February 1st, 2014, 2:02 am

Senghor

Observation	+3 XP
Weapon: Longsword	+3 XP
Endurance	+2 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP

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