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Orkashak · May 15, 2008, 08:04 PM

Orkashak noted that Joe had his cutlass with him, and waited expectantly while he fetched his claymore. He stood with the massive blade in his hand, glancing around at the docks. The sea air seemed almost invigorating eventhough he had only been away for two hours after the long sea ferry. Orka then understood why sailors were so accustomed to being seamen; the thought of adventure, the smell of salt water and being on the bouyant boat all must have appealed to them. Orka's mind was in another place when Joe returned with his own blade.

"I would be honoured of anything you wish to teach me with the blade." Orka replied.

He watched Joe go through seemingly simple maneuvers with his blade and tried to make a mental image for reference, but he could not remember the moves well enough without actually knowing how to preform them. He lifted his own blade and stared at his reflection, and looked back at Joe when he asked Orka the questions.

"I've heard Imperia is a dangerous place. I'll need to know how to disarm or disable an opponent, kill an opponent and defend myself using this big steely sword here. Before this I've only ever used a simple dagger but I had no training with the thing. I was just told to slash and stab and keep my nose out of the way." Orka replied.

Orka remembered the elder telling him not to get his nose into anything that hurt. That was common sense, any animal, sentient or not would know this. He laughed at the time, but the elder bore a scar on his own nose. He told Orka that the advice was given out of wisdom, because he himself had experienced it. Orka apologized for his laughter and left the elder's tent. Ever since then he had kept his nose out of anywhere it didn't belong. He squared his shoulders remembering this advice and looked Joe in the eyes with his bright green orbs.

"Is that satisfactory? I'm ready to begin whenever you are."

May 15, 2008, 08:04 PM	#3 (permalink)
Orkashak Citizen Join Date: May 2008 Location: Imperia Posts: 10	Orkashak noted that Joe had his cutlass with him, and waited expectantly while he fetched his claymore. He stood with the massive blade in his hand, glancing around at the docks. The sea air seemed almost invigorating eventhough he had only been away for two hours after the long sea ferry. Orka then understood why sailors were so accustomed to being seamen; the thought of adventure, the smell of salt water and being on the bouyant boat all must have appealed to them. Orka's mind was in another place when Joe returned with his own blade. "I would be honoured of anything you wish to teach me with the blade." Orka replied. He watched Joe go through seemingly simple maneuvers with his blade and tried to make a mental image for reference, but he could not remember the moves well enough without actually knowing how to preform them. He lifted his own blade and stared at his reflection, and looked back at Joe when he asked Orka the questions. "I've heard Imperia is a dangerous place. I'll need to know how to disarm or disable an opponent, kill an opponent and defend myself using this big steely sword here. Before this I've only ever used a simple dagger but I had no training with the thing. I was just told to slash and stab and keep my nose out of the way." Orka replied. Orka remembered the elder telling him not to get his nose into anything that hurt. That was common sense, any animal, sentient or not would know this. He laughed at the time, but the elder bore a scar on his own nose. He told Orka that the advice was given out of wisdom, because he himself had experienced it. Orka apologized for his laughter and left the elder's tent. Ever since then he had kept his nose out of anywhere it didn't belong. He squared his shoulders remembering this advice and looked Joe in the eyes with his bright green orbs. "Is that satisfactory? I'm ready to begin whenever you are." __________________ CIR Last edited by Orkashak; May 15, 2008 at 08:07 PM.