OOC: From now on, my speech will be in drow. from the following website:
http://grey-company.org/Maerdyn/reso...ello&lang=Drow
Four months Prior to The Month of Junctior in the Season of Autumn, of Era I of the Celestine Mandate (Current Pattern)
Era X Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad
Paradigm: Mystique Threatens Rebellious Frigid River
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Month One
Lar'ial entered her family house, and walked to the training room upstairs, where she locked herself in. Her father had trained for many years here, and now it was her turn. He had taught her the basics of defense, but she could only remember bits and pieces of it, and so she would have to re-train on everything. She decided that she would be here in this room for four months straight, before she would step outside of the estate again. Lar'ial settled into a comfortable stance. The stance was one of strict proportions, her feet were shoulder's width apart, and her arms were at her side, with her hands flat against her thighs. Lar'ial stared straight ahead, and slowly moved her hands so that they were in an X across her chest. Her head was low, and her eyes were focused solely on a specific wave in the marble wall. Without thinking, she did a downwards slice with both hands, there were three cuts on both legs, where the blades had cut through her clothes.
"argh, lu'oh gumash Usstan tlu ji waele!" she screamed as she looked at her legs, then stood back up, and began her stance again, but this time, her hands were further from her chest, although her left hand was definantly closer to her body. She slowly made her movements, crouching back, then bringing her arms back to the point that her whole front side was exposed, then slowly moved forward towards that same wave she had been focusing on earlier, until finally, she made her left swipe, then right swipe across her body. She truely needed to focus more, because she finally notice the three cuts on each arm, that she made as she completed her swipes. She needed to learn control, but she knew with practice came control. She remembered what her father had told her years before, something that stuck with her even now,
L' focus d' uss j'nesst, mii'n l' streea d' natha szithrel nesstren , The concentration of one woman, means the death of a thousand men, and a cruel smile grew across her face as she thought about that.
Soon she was crouching in her improved stance again, with her arms about fourty-five degrees from parallel to the ground, the blades of her nekodes about an inch from the ground. She slowly moved forward, rising from the crouch slowly as she went, until she was standing her full 6'2", and slashing at the wall infront of her, although not hitting the wall. She watched her movements as she made them, moving slowly at first, then slowly picking up the pace, soon she had her crouching stance down to a tee, and her rising advance attack down pat. This tactic would be good if you were going from hiding down low, to a target that wasn't expecting an attack. She practiced this for the rest of the day, perfecting the arm movements, learning how to control her body, and switch directions if she needed to...
Treemma veldrinn l' aster Fear hides the truth ~Lar'ial Est'iaran
Lar'ial awoke with a new fire in her eyes, yesterday's exercises were envigorating, and now she would start learning her standing stance. She stood in the middle of the room, staring at the same wave as yesterday, but this time she stayed standing instead of crouching. She stood with her right foot pointing out, and her left foot pointing out to the left at a ninety degree angle. She crossed her arms in an X across her chest again, but then move her right arm out straight with the palm facing to the left, and her left arm facing forward, but over the head with the palm facing to the right and just a little bit downwards. She slowly lowered her left hand to chest level, and stepped off with her right foot. If the attacker were to swing with either arm, she would immediately use the arm closest to deflect the attackers arm up and out, while bringing the other hand up from the lowered position, straight into the stomach or rib cage of the opponent. If the opponent has its back turned, she would approach slowly, and when within striking distance, use the right hand and push the blades quickly into the right kidney, while wrapping her left arm around the opponent's neck, and cutting the throat from right to left. She worked on these techniques and others that she continued for the first full month...
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