Work was one of the furthest things on Vik's mind as he strolled toward the Fighter's Pit; it wasn't one of those things that concerned him over-much; especially since he wasn't likely needed until the following day. He had not kept up with recent events either, as they; typically, didn't concern him enough for him to raise alarm at what could be terrible, terrible things happening about. As, in his mind at least, f the ones who are to protect the people cannot protect them; what is he going to do; flail his arms at it in an attempt to be a frightening person? Yeah, that didn't work as often as he would like. He was nowhere near scary; his meager height and his rather svelte form just spoke volumes on how less than frightening he really looked.
Not that he minded being under estimated at all; it's just that the pikers who thought that he was going to not be able to defend himself were- well, idiots. He was just thankful he hadn't been beaten up too badly when he got around to finding a job. Or, rather; when he was going to go back in and see about capabilities as a helping hand or something. He needed money rather badly; and he knew it.
Today however, he was going to start on impact training; he had neglected it enough in six years, that his hands- in his opinion; were soft and rather easily hurt. He couldn't have that be the case; as he used his hands to fight, and any weakness in the bone; tendons, or his palms could get him killed- or worse; captured by some idiot who couldn't figure out a better way to live than to kidnap people. In all honesty- it was likely the world's fault but- one couldn't be picky where they were born right?
He had a couple of items with him; the first was a good length of rope; the other was the empty cask that he had used to hold his Ale; which was unfortunately depleted but- he could deal with that later of course. But, it looked somewhat odd that he would be carrying them. The other utensils on his body; his eating knife, his pipe; all were there in normality- as anyone who didn't at least have their eating utensil on them was in a sad state of affairs as a lowly commoner.
However; as he arrived at the Pit, which he had been looking out and about at for almost two weeks; staking it out and watching, not observing- but getting a feel for if he were going to be able to train. He had figured; after two-weeks, to go ahead and enter into the pit itself to have a go at his continued training. After all, when one has to toughen up their hands; the best way is to start 'soft' and get 'hard'. Hence the Rope and the Cask.
That said, entering into the pit itself would; likely draw attention- as; heck, it's not every day you see a small fellow with what could be alcohol and rope walking into- well, anywhere. However; he let out a rather cheerful sounding, "Hoi'yo!" Albeit, he might not be greeted in such a manner- he began off to look for a good place to set up his bit of practicing area; just so he wouldn't disturb anyone else; for the most part.
Unless, of course- he was stopped on his way there; he would be well on his way to wrapping the cask up in a fashion as to make a striking surface that would suffice for making sure one's hands were likely a bit bloodied after the session's end. No pain no gain; even so... It was a somewhat lengthy process that took nearly ten minutes. The winding of the rope was tight; making it so that the cask was firmly secured by the rope and strengthened just a tad; however, it was still very light.
'Why didn't I do this while I was outside of the city; it's so much easier to find some blasted rocks and dirt out there.' Albeit, he knew the reason why; it would be petching heavy and he really, really wasn't inclined to carry a little over a hundred pounds through the city.
So he had to; now- search for some rocks to put into the cask, and- well; to set the cask on. As one didn't want their training 'dummy' to be kicked, punched, or; well- blown away by a strong breeze.
It was times like this he really, really regretted not having gone to Ahnatep; but, the summer was not a time for travel in the violent desert. And now, he was here- so; there was that.
"Rocks-rocks-rocks where are some rocks..." Well, single minded yes; but- he'd stop if asked to. It paid to listen to those who didn't want a strange small man who spoke too quickly, used some strange martial artistry, and carried around empty ale-holders in their locale. It also made it easier to not be hurt too badly to train! Ever wary of being asked to stop or what he was doing. He just... Continued on.
Albeit, the dirt of the ground would work just as well- so, some of that was scooped up and put in; different locations; a little here and there. So as to not leave ruts in the floor of the training grounds.
As that would be rude.
Not that he minded being under estimated at all; it's just that the pikers who thought that he was going to not be able to defend himself were- well, idiots. He was just thankful he hadn't been beaten up too badly when he got around to finding a job. Or, rather; when he was going to go back in and see about capabilities as a helping hand or something. He needed money rather badly; and he knew it.
Today however, he was going to start on impact training; he had neglected it enough in six years, that his hands- in his opinion; were soft and rather easily hurt. He couldn't have that be the case; as he used his hands to fight, and any weakness in the bone; tendons, or his palms could get him killed- or worse; captured by some idiot who couldn't figure out a better way to live than to kidnap people. In all honesty- it was likely the world's fault but- one couldn't be picky where they were born right?
He had a couple of items with him; the first was a good length of rope; the other was the empty cask that he had used to hold his Ale; which was unfortunately depleted but- he could deal with that later of course. But, it looked somewhat odd that he would be carrying them. The other utensils on his body; his eating knife, his pipe; all were there in normality- as anyone who didn't at least have their eating utensil on them was in a sad state of affairs as a lowly commoner.
However; as he arrived at the Pit, which he had been looking out and about at for almost two weeks; staking it out and watching, not observing- but getting a feel for if he were going to be able to train. He had figured; after two-weeks, to go ahead and enter into the pit itself to have a go at his continued training. After all, when one has to toughen up their hands; the best way is to start 'soft' and get 'hard'. Hence the Rope and the Cask.
That said, entering into the pit itself would; likely draw attention- as; heck, it's not every day you see a small fellow with what could be alcohol and rope walking into- well, anywhere. However; he let out a rather cheerful sounding, "Hoi'yo!" Albeit, he might not be greeted in such a manner- he began off to look for a good place to set up his bit of practicing area; just so he wouldn't disturb anyone else; for the most part.
Unless, of course- he was stopped on his way there; he would be well on his way to wrapping the cask up in a fashion as to make a striking surface that would suffice for making sure one's hands were likely a bit bloodied after the session's end. No pain no gain; even so... It was a somewhat lengthy process that took nearly ten minutes. The winding of the rope was tight; making it so that the cask was firmly secured by the rope and strengthened just a tad; however, it was still very light.
'Why didn't I do this while I was outside of the city; it's so much easier to find some blasted rocks and dirt out there.' Albeit, he knew the reason why; it would be petching heavy and he really, really wasn't inclined to carry a little over a hundred pounds through the city.
So he had to; now- search for some rocks to put into the cask, and- well; to set the cask on. As one didn't want their training 'dummy' to be kicked, punched, or; well- blown away by a strong breeze.
It was times like this he really, really regretted not having gone to Ahnatep; but, the summer was not a time for travel in the violent desert. And now, he was here- so; there was that.
"Rocks-rocks-rocks where are some rocks..." Well, single minded yes; but- he'd stop if asked to. It paid to listen to those who didn't want a strange small man who spoke too quickly, used some strange martial artistry, and carried around empty ale-holders in their locale. It also made it easier to not be hurt too badly to train! Ever wary of being asked to stop or what he was doing. He just... Continued on.
Albeit, the dirt of the ground would work just as well- so, some of that was scooped up and put in; different locations; a little here and there. So as to not leave ruts in the floor of the training grounds.
As that would be rude.
Notes:
I am unsure if I am allowed to control the NPCs, as I am new and could likely mess this up. It is an open thread; so, I hope people wanna duke it out.
I am unsure if I am allowed to control the NPCs, as I am new and could likely mess this up. It is an open thread; so, I hope people wanna duke it out.
- This is his Normal Speech.
- This is his Thought Speech
