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Post by Capricorn on Apr 12, 2014 9:26:17 GMT -5
Auduriel peaked her head around the corner of the building. Satisfied that she could see nobody, she slipped out of her home into the twilight. Up above, the sky was painted with stars of all colors. The elf glanced up at it for only a moment before returning to her task. She was wearing her leather armor. Ithíníl hung at her side, the opal reflecting some of the moonlight. A black silk cloak was attached to Auduriel's back, keeping her warm despite the cold, dark night.
Her steps were nearly silent- she had practice quieting them, by now. Auduriel's head turned to admire all of the trees. She'd never realized how beautiful trees could be before she'd came here. But before she knew it, she had arrived at her destination. The elf unsheathed Ithíníl, letting the white blade glow in the moonlight for a few long moments. The opal reflected brilliant colors. The blade almost looked brighter than the moon itself.
Sometimes, Auduriel felt guilty for using a Rider's sword. She wasn't a Rider herself. She was the daughter of a Rider, sure, but she was hesitant to call her mother by that title. She was sure that there was a Rider out there who needed a sword. Ithíníl could be reworked to fit them. I first need to redeem this blade. Auduriel told herself. Honestly, even she herself wasn't sure of her intentions with the blade. Was she selfish? Was she so attached to it that she wouldn't give it to a rightful possessor?
Auduriel shook her head to clear her mind. She had arrived at a training area, where could hit the targets with arrows or practice her sword, but she had only brought the sword this time. The elf had come here once every week to hone her skills with the blade. Shutting her eyes, Auduriel took a swing at the target. She felt Ithíníl hit it, but it wasn't a great swing. The elf opened her eyes- so she couldn't fight with her eyes closed yet, she noted with amusement.
She glanced around to her sides for people and began to hit the target once more.
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Post by Timmir on Apr 13, 2014 3:08:42 GMT -5
Farore walked quietly through the forest of Ellesmera, her cloak protecting her from the night air. It was odd being back in the elvish city again, especially after the many months that had past since she left. Nostalgic memories flowed through her mind as she continued to walk. She had changed quite a bit since then, and for the better in her own opinion.
Farore train of thought stopped as she heard the sound of a sword hitting wood broke through the otherwise silent night air. Who's practicing at this time of night? She wondered as she began to wander over towards the training area. Most of the elves usually waited til the break of dawn before they would begin practicing, and even then, most of them were with the Varden now.
With the training area in sight, she saw an elvish woman in leather armor training her swordplay. A quick glance at the woman's weapon quickly gathered Farore's attention as she saw it's white sheen. Is that a rider's blade? She wonder as she observed the other woman train, unaware if the woman had noticed her presence yet.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 13, 2014 10:25:40 GMT -5
Auduriel swung at the target once more, a piece of wood being easily sliced off and falling to the ground. She leaned down, picking up the piece and placing it where it had been before. "Heill."
The elf said loudly, watching as the target mended itself. The energy had come from the sword's opal rather than Auduriel herself. She made a note to refill it for the next few days. She always had a habit of putting more energy in the gem whenever she used even a little bit of it. The elf did a few more practice swings, barely grazing the wooden target. On the third, the entire upper half slid off, Ithíníl having gone through it like a knife through butter. I wish that they had stronger targets here. Picking up the piece, Auduriel cast her spell to mend it once more.
It was then, while glancing around to see if anybody had heard her, whether it be her sword or her spell. Behind Auduriel was a half elf, dressed in a cloak. Auduriel never did like people watching her. It had always been somewhat unsettling. The elf took a few steps forward to speak to the newcomer. She sheathed her sword, instinctively holding onto the hilt for a few moments longer than most before deciding it likely looked like a hostile gesture. "What are you doing here?" Auduriel asked in a cold tone.
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Post by Timmir on Apr 14, 2014 3:18:25 GMT -5
She must be pretty strong to make such a clean cut like that. Farore observed when Aduriel sliced off the top half of the wooden target. Farore continued to watch as the elf woman picked up the piece she had cut off, thinking that it was about time she went on her way. There was no reason for her to stay here any longer, and there was probably a good reason while this elf had chosen to train at this time.
Before she could make a move to leave, she noticed the elf looking straight at her. Even in the darkness of night, it was immediately obvious to Farore that the elf was displeased to see Farore had been watching her. As the elf took a couple steps towards her, Farore noticed Auduriel's hand hesitantly letting go of the hilt of her now sheathe sword before she asked what Farore was doing here.
"I was just out on a midnight stroll until I heard some strange noises and decided to investigate. It's kind of late for training, don't you think?" Farore said bluntly, keeping a careful eye on the elf while she did so.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 14, 2014 19:17:13 GMT -5
Auduriel clearly didn't appear happy as she was answering Farore's question. "I've always thought that there's never a bad time to practice. I've been.... busy during the day. So I practice now, during the night. Do you have a problem with that? If so, I'd be more than willing to leave. Besides, it is a rather strange time for a stroll, don't you think? Perhaps I practice for the reason that you stroll."
The elf turned around for a moment, attempting to dismiss the half-elf. She unsheathed Ithíníl, about to swing at it again. Turning around, the sword still in hand, she said, "If you're here to practice, go ahead and do that. There's even some swords somewhere around here, I think, if you didn't bring one. Simple iron swords, not anything fancy like a Rider's sword or one with a special name or anything. We could even spar if you'd like. This wooden target isn't working very well for me anyways."
Auduriel's tone suggested that it was an offer, not hostile. She pointed with her sword to the ones hung on the fence. |
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Post by Timmir on Apr 15, 2014 2:17:46 GMT -5
Farore gave a small smile as she heard the elf's answer. "I guess you have a good point there." She said as the elf turned around, seemingly to return to practice. The elf then mentioned that Farore could practice herself if she wanted to, and that they could even spar.
Farore looked over at the blades that Auduriel pointed at thinking for a second. "Hmm... Sure, why don't we spar? It's been awhile since I had a real opponent anyways, and I could use the challenge." She said as she walked onto the training field. "If you don't mind though, I'll be using my own blade. Geuloth du sverd." She said as she drew Slytha from under her cloak, small green sparks flying onto the edges of the emerald blade as her free hand passed over it.
Once the spell had taken effect, she took a practice swing before returning her gaze back to the elf. "When your ready?" She said with a smirk as she took a battle stance.
((Ancient Language translation for convenience sake.
Geuloth du sverd - Dull the sword))
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 15, 2014 18:15:34 GMT -5
Auduriel nodded, her eyes scanning over Farore- the hand in which she held the blade, her posture, all of that. The elf shifted her gaze to her own blade, looking down and moving her hand over it. Purple light covered the white blade for a moment as she dulled the sword. "Geuloth du sverd." Auduriel echoed, running her finger along the sword's tip to ensure that it would not cut. Satisfied, the elf looked up at Farore, her eyes scanning the half-elf once again.
Auduriel could see that the sword was green. She wasn't able to see if there was a gem on it, or if the blade carried other signs of being a Rider's blade, but it certainly looked like one. Auduriel had seen plenty of Riders' swords in the past. This half-elf made her curious. "A Rider's sword?" Auduriel asked, gesturing to Slytha with Ithíníl. "Excuse me if I am incorrect. A Rider's sword is always rather impressive, and I enjoy learning about the craftsmanship of several types of swords. Are you a Rider? Assuming I'm correct about the sword."
The elf shook her head, looking at the half-elf. "Yes, yes, I'm getting caught up in this. My apologies. Well, I'm ready right now, so why don't you make the first move? After you answer my questions." |
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Post by Timmir on Apr 16, 2014 0:53:58 GMT -5
Farore took a quick glance at her blade when Auduriel asked her about it. "It's a common misconception, but I'm sorry to say I'm not a rider." She said as she tighten her grip on Slytha, looking back at Auduriel as she did so. She could see why the elf would mistake her for a rider though. Even she herself had made the same assumption for a time.
She took only a quick moment to analyze the elf's stance before charging straight at her. "How about you? Are you a rider?" She asked almost casually as she swung her sword in a wide horizontal arc at her opponent.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 16, 2014 8:48:03 GMT -5
Auduriel shook her head, her gaze flickering downwards to Ithíníl. The elf was curious about how the half-elf managed to get a Rider's sword, then, but Auduriel decided not to ask. That would likely lead to Farore asking her how she got Ithíníl, and that wasn't a story that Auduriel wished to share. Honestly, Auduriel was glad that she wasn't a Rider. Although she wouldn't admit it, dragons scared her- and Riders made her nervous. "I'm not." Auduriel said aloud, in case the half-elf didn't see her move her head.
In the time it took to say that, Farore's blade struck Auduriel in the side. She reflexively moved away, but the blade had already hit her- and it hurt. Deciding that she'd try to hide this, Auduriel didn't allow her hand to cover her ribcage for a moment. She took a quick step forward, bring up Ithíníl in a diagonal arc, towards Farore's right shoulder. The elf prepared herself to move, need be, as Slytha was rather close to her and Auduriel didn't want to get hit again.
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Post by Timmir on Apr 17, 2014 1:20:11 GMT -5
Farore was honestly surprised when her blade connected with the elves side. She had expected such an attack to have been easily dodged or deflected, but it had somehow made contact all the same. Did her question distracted the elf that much? Well there was no time to think about it as she saw Auduriel prepare to counter attack.
Farore quickly brought Slytha up to parry the elf's attack. Then, with her blade already up, the Dragon Spirit took a faint diagonal slash from left to right as she backed away. She then immediately followed this up with a quick thrust towards the elf's midsection. While this was meant to be a friendly spar, Farore was going to do all she could to press her advantage for as long as she could.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 17, 2014 8:43:22 GMT -5
Auduriel wasn't very happy about being struck by Farore. The question had distracted her quite a bit, yes, but that was still no excuse for getting off to such a rough start. Her father was an expert swordsman, and her sword was special enough to have a name. No more questions, The elf decided. If Farore asked her any during the spar, she wouldn't answer.
The elf stepped back to dodge the first movement that the half-elf made with the blade. Then, with a quick step forward, Auduriel parried the second attack. She took a few quick steps to the side of Farore, circling her for a moment before getting behind the Dragon Spirit and moving her sword in a horizontal arc, trying to be quick enough to move back and finish before Farore turned around.
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Post by Timmir on Apr 18, 2014 3:41:00 GMT -5
Farore found her attack blocked by the elf. Her blade recoiled as she kept her focus on her opponent, who seemed to have been trying to get behind her. She turned around as fast as she could trying to follow the elf's movements, but the elf proved to be quick as she barely was able to step back and brought Slytha up in time with to avoid being hit by Ithinel. A slight curse left her lips as she knew full well that that attack was to close a call.
She's fast. I'm going to need to keep light on my toes if I'm going to even be a challenge to her. Farore thought as she refocused herself. The dragon spirit then wasted no time quickly taking a step forward as she swung her blade low, aiming for the elf's legs.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 18, 2014 18:46:34 GMT -5
Auduriel swiftly moved her blade back, preparing to be struck again. The Dragon Spirit had been quick enough to avoid that swing. Sure, Auduriel had given her reason to be alert because of the circling, but Farore had been swifter than the elf had expected. Auduriel contemplating attempting to wear the elf out, but that wouldn't simulate a real battle, she decided. There wouldn't be time to wear out an opponent- especially if she had to face an Empire-aligned elf, or, stars forbid, a Rider.
She stepped back from the swing, the blade missing her armor by an inch. The elf grinned slyly, looking up at Farore. "Need to be a bit faster, dear." She said jokingly, but quickly so that the half-elf would hopefully not take the opportunity to strike. If she did, Auduriel wasn't sure that she could dodge or parry.
With those words, the slipped to the side, her sword swinging in a horizontal arc, about head level. If it hit, and this had been an actual fight, of course, such a strike would likely be fatal. Auduriel fully expected the Dragon Spirit to be able to parry it- the elf was testing Farore's reaction time. |
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Post by Timmir on Apr 23, 2014 3:08:01 GMT -5
Another miss. Well that was okay. Farore highly doubted her attack would hit. Though it did seem that the elf was growing rather confident about this fight, or at least trying to get Farore riled up. The Dragon Spirit didn'y respond, however, as she had something else on her mind.
Time seemed to slow as she saw Auduriel slipping to the side with her attack. There was no time to think, only act. In one single motion, Farore managed to duck under Auduriel's swing just in time as she also swept her right leg across the ground in a wide arch in an attempt to sweep the elf off her feet. Only afterwards did Farore fully realised what she had just narrowly avoided.
Did this elf just tried to kill me? Farore wonder as she realized that such an attack Auduriel had attempted could have killed her, regardless if the weapons they wielded were dull. And while there was doubt in Farore's mind that that was her sparing partner true intention, she knew that the possibility still existed.
((Sorry for the delay))
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 23, 2014 8:54:12 GMT -5
Auduriel took her sword back as Farore managed to duck under it. I'm a fool, the elf thought to herself. Sure, the sword was dull, but it was still heavy and could break things. If Farore hadn't dodged that, someone could have broken their neck and the blame would be placed on Auduriel. She didn't know what the elves would do in that case. Auduriel wasn't exactly the sort of person that many people trusted. "I apologize for that swing for your neck." She began. "I was a fool to do that. I was just trying to test your reaction time."
Farore's movement had gone almost unnoticed. Auduriel dropped her sword on the ground, allowing her opponent to knock her to the ground before picking up the blade and attempting to strike at Farore's upper leg, just below her thigh.
((No worries.))
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Post by Timmir on Apr 25, 2014 3:19:33 GMT -5
Farore didn't pay much attention to Auduriel's apology as a slight smile grew on her face from the fact that her attempt to trip the elf had succeeded. The smile didn't last long, however, as she saw how quickly the elf managed to pick her weapon back up, and counter attack. While Farore managed to block the strike, but this didn't bode well for the Dragon Spirit. She highly doubted she would be able to beat the elf if she didn't end this now.
"If you don't mind me asking, who taught you how to use a sword?" Farore asked when she blocked the elf's attack. With a glint in her eye, Farore saw her opportunity as she then immediately pulled her sword away then thrusted it towards the elf's midsection.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 25, 2014 20:50:36 GMT -5
Auduriel had never liked talking about her family, especially not her mother or her mother's dragon. Her father had been close to her, however, and despite him being a servant of Galbatorix, the elf couldn't help but feel proud of him. He had done plenty of good, too- his service to the Riders had perhaps helped some Riders stay alive for longer during the Fall. Auduriel was both ashamed of how foolish he had been, but proud of his skill and how he had taught her... And how he loved her, far more than her mother did. In hindsight, the elf could see that her mother treated her more like a tool than a daughter.
She stood up, a sound reminiscent of a growl escaping her throat. She didn't think that Farore's voice indicated an insult, but it didn't matter. "Is that an insult? My father taught me. You're not nearly as good with a sword as he was. The only time your blade comes close to me is when-"
The elf noticed Farore's blade coming towards her side too late. She slipped her sword right next to Slytha's hilt just as the blade touched her skin. It was too late, despite the fact that the sword wasn't pushing into her skin anymore, that would have drawn blood. Auduriel glared sharply at the Dragon Spirit, seething, before raising her white blade in front of her. "Letta." She said aloud, the purple glow of the blade vanishing. The spell that had dulled it no longer affected it.
"How about I show you what I can really do?" Auduriel said, her voice sweet but her face betraying her anger. |
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Post by Timmir on Apr 26, 2014 3:52:08 GMT -5
Farore's attack had managed to score her another hit. This wasn't something to celebrate, however, as this, combined with Farore's earlier question, seemed to have struck a cord with the elf as she removed the dulling enchantment from her sword. Farore's eyes narrowed as she viewed this, knowing that if this spar went on any longer it could mean the difference between life and death.
"Your going to show me what you can really do. I guess that also means that you want to kill me then, or at least make me pay in some way? And for what, vengence for bruising your pride, or for insulting your father." Farore said as she took a couple steps back from Auduriel. Then, with a depressed sigh, she relaxed her grip on Slytha as she held it in front of her, the faint sheen of the emerald blade reflecting off the moonlight as a faint green glow showed the her own spell still lingered. "Then again, I guess the answers don't really matter now, do they?" She kept a resolute face as she kept her focus on the elf, waiting for her to make the next move.
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Post by Capricorn on Apr 27, 2014 11:49:13 GMT -5
Auduriel took a deep breath, her sword still unsheathed and ready to strike. She didn't want to kill anybody tonight. Well, yes, she did- she just didn't want to deal with the consequences. The elf was certainly concerned- if that was the right word- about ending up in trouble if this lasted any longer. It would be best to end it, but doing it in a way which wouldn't cost any pride would be tricky.
"Go. Now." She said, turning around and gesturing at the road. "Get out of here. I'm done with you."
The elf didn't respond to the Dragon Spirit's question. Farore was right- it didn't matter. She didn't feel like answering it anyhow. However, Auduriel wasn't exactly sure about what Farore's last statement meant. Perhaps the Dragon Spirit wanted Auduriel to try and kill her. All the more reason not to. |
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Post by Timmir on Apr 28, 2014 3:06:15 GMT -5
"Yea. I guess that it's probably for the best." Farore said in agreement with Auduriel. Any additional fighting would have only led to more problems, and that didn't seem something that either of them want to deal with. Still, she kinda wanted to see what Auduriel was fully capable of when she removed all of her restraints, but tonight was not the night to find out.
"Letta" She said as she returned Slytha back into it's sheath under her cloak, the green aura around it fading away as she did so. The Dragon Spirit then began walking away in a calm stride towards the road the elf gesture at. Halfway towards the road, however, Farore stopped.
"My name's Farore, by the way. I thought you would like to know that. And when I had asked you who trained you, it wasn't meant to be an insult, quite the opposite in fact. It's obvious that your a gifted swordsman, one who takes pride in her training. To tell the truth, it's been awhile since I had such a workout. It was nice to finally have a proper spar, however brief it turned out to be." Farore spoke in a calm and friendly voice, meaning every word she said. She would then pause for a few seconds, waiting to see if Auduriel would respond. If not, she would continue heading back towards the road without another word.
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