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[Archailist]

31st of Summer, 514.

Another one of the few days that the squirrel could escape to the Bronze Woods and beyond had come around fairly quickly. They were coming by longer and more frequent as he found his skills advancing, and Ser Iros becoming more pleasant. Not because of Ser Iros' training, but the work the squirrel had put in by himself at most. The work with Fist in the Fighters Pits, and with the various other squires and knights that were barely a call away all the way throughout Syliras. Even the Pages he'd begun working with, were having a significant impact on his workload and his time management. Within the season, he'd be a fully-fledged Knight. And hopefully something more in the future. The mere thought of such a thing had goosebumps running through his clay. Or it would, if his clay was ever able to make them.

He shouldn't have been worrying about all of those problems within the Order. These weren't times for it. The squirrel was free to do as he pleased - and so the first thing he did was find the closest tree to the North Kabrin Road and practically launch himself at it. The bark gave under his sharp claws as they dug into the tiny recesses of the wood, and crunched as he pushed his weight down against it and leapt up the tree with ease. Not like the stone buildings - these trees were practically custom-made for the squirrels. They had no fixed path to follow, but rather one could be left to make their own. Just another little thing that he had missed. Many trees to jump between, a perfect view over the dense forests that lay beneath the canopy. It was this very forest in which he'd grown up - learn the trade and the language of the squirrels. The smaller, finer things in life. He could still remember those few seasons ago that he'd stood in these very same trees and wondered about what the future would hold. And now he was back in the very same spot, about to do it all over again. And he would get back to wha squirrels all did best, of course.

Even the dense branches of the canopy seemed so welcoming. When the squirrel finally reached the apex of the tree, he jumped heedlessly and spread both arms out to either side, just to feel the few branches and leaves brush his claw-tips before he grasped the first one within distance. Immediately his lower body swung around until it had performed a complete half-turn - and the squirrel released the branch, catapulting himself back up into the canopy and smacking several smaller branches out of the way sharply. He'd even missed the slight stinging that they left as they raked through his fur and made many minor grooves in his body. All of which almost instantaneously filled themselves back up with only more clay once again.

Like many of his other adventures, the squirrel had absolutely no plan for the day. He didn't know where he was going and neither did he know where he wanted to go. So, he'd picked an arbitrary direction beforehand - the first place he'd looked towards - and slowly but steadily, he moved off towards it. What he'd find was anyone's guess, in truth, but hopefully it would be something to stave off boredom for another day. Something that he could use to take his mind off the constant fighting and training of his patron, and the stress of having to manipulate his clay in such odd and strange ways. Hopefully he could find a nice little clearing, sit down, maybe meditate a little on what he'd been taught. And if he was lucky, he'd manage to find some real squirrels and sit with them for a while. He could have basic communication but pretty much nothing more, not that it mattered.

[Finn Saetta]

Finn made his way into the woods, looking for a bit of privacy to practice his morphing magic. He walked a ways into the woods, and found a fallen tree to sit on. He held his hands out in front of him, and concentrated. After a few seconds the first change was noticible. He fingernails had turned black and had started curving to become large sharp claws. His skin slowly changed scaly, and turned a shiny black. It spread from his hands up to his shoulders, and Finn stopped morphing there. His arms were now covered with hard scales, and had swollen with new muscle, and his hands were larged and clawed. He stood up and swiped a clawed hand at the fallen tree he had been sitting on. It carved int the wood, getting stuck about a quarter of the way in. Finn placed hi foot against the tree, and pulled with all his might, before stumbling back as his claws suddenly came free. Sitting down on the fallen tree again, he rectracted the claws, almost like a cat, and started fumblng with the double sided sword on his back.

[Svartal Skyglow]

Svartal was way from civilisation, training to learn to use his fathers double spear, it was quite silly really that he had to learn to wield a pole with a blade on each end efficiently, but nevertheless, magic isn't openly accepted in Syliras, so he needed to train and know how to use this great weapon of his father. Training by a small tree in the forest, the gentle gush of a stream sailing through where he was, he began to pointlessly stab at a tree, managing to slide his hand up and down the pole without burning it was a good start, and managing to nick the tree is good too, yet he hadn't managed to master the ability to rotate it and use the spear heads to cut it switch from one end of polearm to the other. Training next to a small stream made him feel tranquil, as all manner of nature came to drink from the stream, he could train in utter peace. He liked the bustle of the city but he preferred it out here, reminded him of the Ice caves of his home. As he trained and got better he did a spin move with his spear, however erratic and ungraceful it was it still happened and he was proud of himself for accomplishing this feat. He looked around to see if anyone saw and then remembered he was in the Bronze wood of all places, so he began walking back to the city, only to see a small, red squirrel that appeared to be made of clay? Odd indeed

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[Archailist]

My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts

Arch had been pretty merry - leaping elegantly from branch to branch, as if the entire woodland was his playground - until he caught sight of a human. An oddly familiar human, by the looks of things; there weren't many people, let alone humans, that wandered about the city and the outlying areas with a double-headed spear. Such things were simply not commonplace in a castle filled with knights and squires, with their swords and their shields. The Pycon himself had been somewhat odd for using a Py-Pole, but then, he wouldn't be using a sword either. He could barely lift the shortest and smallest of them all, and the damage dealt by the smaller ones custom-fit to the Pycon's small stature was non-existent. The human was poking a tree, like one might poke a person on the shoulder in order to grab their attention. It was actually a little funny to watch, until the man turned his way. Apparently the squirrel must have made a noise. No matter. He turned tail, and immediately swooped down the branch in order to leap across the narrow gap to the neighboring one. The branches bent and swayed under his weight, sending a few leaves fluttering down to the floor, but the trail that the squirrel left behind wouldn't worry the Pycon. Today wasn't a day for worrying.

Leaving the oddly-familiar human far behind, the squirrel soon put all of those things in a faraway corner of his mind in favour of the rest of the Bronze Woods. With the Summer season in full bloom, there was a thick area of foliage that rose higher than the squirrel could see, but even that could not stop him from rising to the highest trees to look out over the majority of the forest. Branches swung out and intertwined like lovers, making narrow paths that one could use to traverse most of the entire forest without need for jumping between the trees themselves. Of course, he didn't use those routes.. he wanted the thrill of leaping the gaps between various trees, and feeling the adrenaline rush as the branches creaked and swayed under his weight - one minute feeling as though they would snap altogether, but then they sprung back with amazing elasticity and practically projected Arch back into the air. Even when one branch did break, snapping in half and tumbling to the floor with a shower of little splinters and clumps of bark, the squirrel found himself almost lazily reaching out to catch the nearest branch with his rather wide, thick tail to swing from that instead. At least, until he found another branch to take hold of with both paws.

Except. It had barely been a few chimes, or even ticks, before he was stopped in his tracks by a heavy rustling in the trees that could not have been made by the squirrel. For a second, he imagined a buck grating his horns against the trees, or some kind of bear - both would be quite common, although the buck was less likely. What he found, however, when he glanced over the edge of the tree was something else entirely. Yet another human, fumbling with yet another strange weapon almost identical to that of the human from before - although this was shaped more like a sword, if he had to guess. Instead of pointed, narrow spear-heads, there were much longer and much thicker blades tapering off from a heavy wooden handle at the center. Remarkable. He could only wonder what the knights would think of such things if they heard of the humans coalescing at the Bronze Woods with such things. Agents of Rhysol? Or just travelers from faraway lands?

He couldn't tell. But closer inspection proved that whoever it was, it wasn't human after all. Not with big, shiny black forearms covered in scales. He'd heard of the strange snake-people that lived far away near Myri, but he didn't know they could control specific parts of their body in order to change. But what could a Dhani-Human be doing so far away from its homeland?

He could only guess. For now, however, the squirrel clung tightly to the branch of the tree above and watch the Dhani-Human fumbling with the strange sword. He'd have to decide on whether the creature was a danger to the city or not - that'd always been one of the duties of both knight, squire, and indeed any Member of the Order, Ser Iros had told him. They needed to be ready to protect the city from any potential threats that may arise - whether they be living inside the walls or invading from afar. And it would be their job to not only identify said threats, but deal with them as well. In non-violent, or violent ways, given the circumstance.

[Finn Saetta]

Finn eventually unhooked the sword, and proceeded to hold it out in front of him, parralel to the ground. It was important to get used to using his weapons even while in different forms. For example, with his arms the way that they were now, he had more strength and speed than before, and if he didnt become acustomed to that extra bit of power, it could throw his whole fighting style off.
Finn glanced around to make sure that there werent any knights or squires around, his eyes sliding over the squirell, as though it were part of the landscape. He knew that the open use of magic could be punished, and if a patrol came by, he would need a few seconds to change back. Deciding that the coast was clear, he twirled the blade in his hands, and swiped at a nearby tree, using it as a training post. He used the rebound of the blade off of the tree to swing the other side of his weapon at the tree again, this time at the other side. He used this momentum agin and again, to power his swings, eventually drawing the blade back and stabbing at the tree, knocking off a peice of bark. He sheathed his weapon, and sat down against the tree. He then let his arms resume their normal shape. The scales seemed to flow like water down his arms, melting into his skin. At the same time, the claws slowly receded in length, and gradually resumed there normal color.

[Svartal Skyglow]

Svartal began following the small creature, yet, he began swiping with the flat of his spear the trees either side of him, the falling leaves were a good indicator, after a while, the leaves stopped falling, at this moment he began to look up and walked in the same general direction. Arriving at a clearing where another humanoid was, he smiled at him as he couldn't see him very well at the moment due to his eyes bing unable to change very quickly from the harsh sun being unhindered by a canopy. He shouted at the man "Hey Kelvic! Why'd you run from me? I can barely use this as a walking stick, let alone a weapon, and I'm no warrior anyways" Now he was unsure, as his eyes adjusted, he could clearly see the man was no Kelvic, but didn't say anything about it otherwise, instead he felt flustered and warm as he looked to this man embarassed, arriving far too late to see his transformation however, he couldn't tell this guy was anything special, just he had a small plethora of weapons on show as he gulped he said "Y-You wouldn't happen to be a bandit, would you?"

[Archailist]

My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts

There was little the squirrel could do through most of the self-training session that went on beneath. The tree shook and many leaves slowly drifted down from above, but thanks to the narrow claws of the clay squirrel squishing against the bark of the branches, he remained where he was. The clay was able to push through all of the smaller gaps and create thin roots, along with most of the rest of his body. They anchored him in place and even with the rough jolts that struck the tree and were carried all the way through it, the squirrel only moved with them and never rocked in his place. Truly, one could say he'd become part of the tree, but they'd be lying. He wasn't even made of anything organic. If anything, he was closer to the ground that the tree stood on top than he was the tree that he currently rooted himself into. Still, he watched and he waited for it to be over - and paid very close attention to what he could see. The rapid attacks of the double-bladed sword was something entirely new to the Pycon, after all.

Every strike seemed to open for the next, allowing a very rapid series of attacks.. although the blade itself looked pretty damn heavy, considering that it had to be at least twice the weight of a normal longsword. The creature, Dhani-human, had some weapon excellence though. He could use the thing with much more proficiency than the squirrel could use his Py-Pole, and he suddenly felt very glad that he hadn't brought the thing with him. It would just get in the way, or possibly seriously damaged if he ended up putting the thing out at an awkward angle. He would be much better if he went at it with just his two paws.. four paws anyway. It would leave much more flexibility to his body, as well as his movement. Not being held down by a heavy pole that constantly flailed about everywhere, especially in dense woodlands like that of the Bronze Woods.

Like the strange, somewhat familiar person from earlier that soon came trotting along. He couldn't believe it.

Well, he'd gone pretty fast but the track of leaves must have led her to the same place. He could only hope that she didn't try to find the squirrel. He didn't want to be caught out while he was spying on the strange Dhani-human and waiting for the creature to reveal what his plans were, besides training in his weapon. But, thankfully, she didn't - instead, Arch nearly found himself emitting a sigh of relief when she mistook what she'd seen for a Kelvic. The patches of odd clay on his body must have helped - making similar markings of a regular squirrel, easy to be jumbled at high speeds. He could remain waiting... or not. If the Dhani-human didn't want to be found in his plans, then all of this work could be ruined. He couldn't stand by and watch an innocent person die at the hands of the creature.. but he didn't want to remove himself from the position either, from where he had such a good vantage point. Decisions, decisions.. and someones life hung in the very balance.

Eventually, good judgement won over. He'd wait, and watch, carefully. And he'd see what happened. If the creature made an attack on the human, he'd intervene while it was occupied. If not, he would see what happens. And if needed, he would eventually intervene. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that though. Gods, why couldn't he spend one day, one measly little day relaxing...

[Finn Saetta]

The man was obviously very confused. Finn would never have run from someone who was so obviously an amatuer with the weapon he was holding. And it was a very strange weapon indeed. It was like a quarter staff, but with spearheads on either end. It was like his sword, but a spear. But back to the matter at hand. Deciding that this was already awkward enough, and not wanting to get stuck in a boring conversation, Finn replied with a simple "No...", Picked up his weapon, and started to walk away. As he walked, he morphed his hand into its Dhani like version, and spun around, slicing the claws at some overhanging branches, slicing them to ribbons. Finn hoped that that was enough to disassuade him from following.

[Nightmare]

Archailist

Skills:
Skill
Observation | +1
Stealth | +2
Climbing | +3
Acrobatics | +1
Land Navigation | +2

Lores:
N/A


Finn Saetta
Hi there! Your character is godmodding a bit with that morphing magic there. If and when you come back please PM me and we can figure out how to fix it. Until then I can't award you anything!


Svartal Skyglow

Skills:
Weapon: Double spear +1
Land Navigation +1

Lore
N/A

Notes :

Please remember to lengthen your posts Finn and Svartal, I can only give your characters so much experience if you give me only so much to read. Archailist is a great example of the level of detail that we at Mizahar are looking for. Try to work towards that if you can! Other then that, as always, shame to see a thread cut short, but there is always next time.

Credit Lenz for the box code