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expiationlogs2023-10-04 09:35 am
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2023-10-04 09:35 am
The reddening October trees, that hardly sway before a breeze
Who: Ethlyn and open
Where: Around Aldrip
What: September was a hell of a month, and it's time to recover
Warnings: None, probably thinking about her death and stuff
A. Taking it slow
[Her son, fifteen years going on fifty. Her daughter... who looks all the world like Travant's handpicked successor.
Ethlyn hasn't slept all that well since seeing those things, since having to relive her fate around so many other people. Earlier in the summer she would have thrown herself into her work, ignoring her mounting internal distress until it hit a breaking point. But she's already tried that, and it didn't work.
She's not one for taverns, but she is one for walking about town and the fields--sometimes practicing her sword drill by herself, sometimes simply sitting and watching the clouds on a bench. And often, now, watching the children of Aldrip as they run about at their daily chores or play.]
B. An unexpected chill
[Something has changed in the weeks since the labyrinth. As the temperature of the air begins to drop with the coming of autumn, Ethlyn notices that the temperature of the townsfolk seems to be going down as well.
She's been hearing the rumors about angry garden vegetables, which before this summer she would have taken as stories from those who came through home through their gardens the worse for drink, but after the enormous plant-beast of May... well.
And yet, here she is knocking on a resident's door, having an argument with the muffled voice from within.]
Please, I'm not here to do anything but help you, your son said you got badly bitten--no I'm not here to take your whiskey, what a notion!
C. Those Who Were Sus
[Ethlyn pushes open the door to her favorite little bookshop, but instead of the friendly greeting that typically accompanies the sound of the bell, she finds a dark room and silence.]
...Hello?
[With no answer, she'll start looking around. What if the owner is ill today and couldn't make it downstairs? What if he suffered some fit and is lying on the ground in the back rooms? Leaving the door open in case she needs to carry anyone through it, Ethlyn starts methodically searching through the place. Only when she returns to the till does she find the note lying there: a time, a place, a signature from "Those Who Were There." That's how anyone else walking in will find her. But if no one else does, she will walk outside to flag down the nearest Chosen and investigate.]
D. Wildcard!
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Where: Around Aldrip
What: September was a hell of a month, and it's time to recover
Warnings: None, probably thinking about her death and stuff
A. Taking it slow
[Her son, fifteen years going on fifty. Her daughter... who looks all the world like Travant's handpicked successor.
Ethlyn hasn't slept all that well since seeing those things, since having to relive her fate around so many other people. Earlier in the summer she would have thrown herself into her work, ignoring her mounting internal distress until it hit a breaking point. But she's already tried that, and it didn't work.
She's not one for taverns, but she is one for walking about town and the fields--sometimes practicing her sword drill by herself, sometimes simply sitting and watching the clouds on a bench. And often, now, watching the children of Aldrip as they run about at their daily chores or play.]
B. An unexpected chill
[Something has changed in the weeks since the labyrinth. As the temperature of the air begins to drop with the coming of autumn, Ethlyn notices that the temperature of the townsfolk seems to be going down as well.
She's been hearing the rumors about angry garden vegetables, which before this summer she would have taken as stories from those who came through home through their gardens the worse for drink, but after the enormous plant-beast of May... well.
And yet, here she is knocking on a resident's door, having an argument with the muffled voice from within.]
Please, I'm not here to do anything but help you, your son said you got badly bitten--no I'm not here to take your whiskey, what a notion!
C. Those Who Were Sus
[Ethlyn pushes open the door to her favorite little bookshop, but instead of the friendly greeting that typically accompanies the sound of the bell, she finds a dark room and silence.]
...Hello?
[With no answer, she'll start looking around. What if the owner is ill today and couldn't make it downstairs? What if he suffered some fit and is lying on the ground in the back rooms? Leaving the door open in case she needs to carry anyone through it, Ethlyn starts methodically searching through the place. Only when she returns to the till does she find the note lying there: a time, a place, a signature from "Those Who Were There." That's how anyone else walking in will find her. But if no one else does, she will walk outside to flag down the nearest Chosen and investigate.]
D. Wildcard!
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She doesn't step over to correct her, though, curiously watching the routine Caitlyn moves through--a little rusty, and awkward when she's not using the right blade for it, but clearly something that she's been taught and practiced at some point.]
I can tell that you're used to something lighter--a saber, perhaps?
[She steps forward now, reaching out to adjust Caitlyn's arms a little so she's holding the sword in a more proper stance.]
The knight's sword is heavier, but it allows you to deal solid blows. I'm sure we could get a blade that you're more familiar with. There are smiths in town who deal in blades.
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[So, really, it was all just show. A game. It was never really about actual fighting. All the same, Caitlyn lets Ethlyn guide her hands to a better stance, and she can tell immediately the sword does feel better this way.]
I'd rather learn to handle a blade like this. A proper blade. One I can actually do something with.
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But then, maybe, it isn't such a sad thought. Caitlyn is from a world where gunpowder weapons can be carried on one's person. If they still preserve the older ways of fighting, even if it's only recreation, then it must mean her people have a true appreciation of it.]
So for your people, swordfighting is about the elegance and the skill. I can appreciate that.
You should keep in mind, though, that fighting with a sword is very different than with a ranged weapon. When you land a hit, you feel everything that's happening to your foe's body. It can be unsettling if you aren't used to it.