5th Of Fall 513 AV
Just another day in his dormitory.
He'd practiced flux, acrobatics, malediction and even some knife work on his spare time. But now he wanted to apply a little of what he knew about throwing a dagger into the mix. A piece of drift wood, what looked to be a piece of broken barrel was slanted braced by his shyke bucket in his room. He had some distance but not alot, but he'd like to start this new day with a little more practice. He was confident that when he finished this he'd start checking out the rest of the citadel or at least what he could.
He gripped the handle of his dagger, he raised it up above his head and then whipped his hand downward releasing his grip upon it. His dagger spiraled missed the target and bounced off the wall with an obnoxious -clang-. He thought he was supposed to be pretty good at this, but maybe the last time he had thrown a dagger he'd Been lucky. Nah, just out of practice at least that's what he told himself so he'd feel better about it.
Morvale took a moment to stretch his arms out, he wanted to be nice and loose for this. One arm out, the other scooped around it and pulled inward helping him stretch the extended arms ligaments. In a minute or two, he would switch the adjacent arm then scooped pull into a stretch. It was best to stretch both sides, acrobatics seemed to play a small part in everything he did.
