[Location] Fitness and Bones (Training)

[Faust D'Rinishad]

The Vysstichi Lord was poised a few meters behind the counter, situated in what appeared to be a back room inhibited by a fastened punching bag. Markener Gaveth ducked and danced in an intricate pattern of movement, jabbing his calloused hands into the sand bags and denting it momentarily before the piece transformed back into its' original shape. Crystallized beads of sweat dotted the dark elf's eyebrow and he grinned temporarily as the last of his punches equated in a resounding burst of impact. It was only after the familiar sound of the opening door did the master warrior slip over to the side of the room and withdraw a towel from one of the racks. He nonchalantly hung it over his neck and stepped into the main facility of his training center.

He wasn't astonished to see the traditional visage of one of his brethren. Obsidian skin decorated the newcomer's physique and those same red eyes flared with intensity notorious in most Vysstichi. "Sure. I can teach you how to use a great sword. Johan was it?" the dark elven warrior snorted somewhat and maintained a passive expression about his face, "Though, I would highly advise that you deter from even considering wielding two great swords at once. I assure you that unless you're a giant or some supernaturally strong monster that the probabilities of your success are, well zero." Markener smiled slyly, "Anyhow. Basic training can start whenever you like. As long as I see the gold." the dark elf rubbed his index finger and thumb together, grinning all the while. "That'll be 200 crowns."

OOC: Feel free to create a new thread Johan.

[Johan Riketz]

he frowns a bit as he drops his hood,aware that the obviously practiced veteran.his feminine feautres might discourage the master from training him with the great weapons,but he had promised himself he would take this feat,no matter how difficult it would be.sweat lined his brow as he leaned fowards a bit,his figure slender,most definitely wrong for even one great-blade.

i wish to train with dual great-blades.i'll swing them like knives by the time i'm done with my training.i'll work harder than any other student,spending my days in the library and my nights in on the bag.do as you wish to me,i only wish to better myself.....by any means necessary

he hands over the 200 creds and his expression remains solemn as he glares with determination to the Weapon's Master.he stepped away after a moment,the glare of the weapon's master cold and menacing......the eyes of one lifeless,experiencing death on a daily basis.

[Akallabeth]

Greetings again Johan. If you noticed, I posted in your Greatswords thread. Please do read that post. Regardless, please do read up on the Player's Handbook.

The Player's Handbook can be found here: http://www.alleria.com/library.php?...le&artid=25

[Johan Riketz]

He strolled casually into the Fitness and Bones, one place he had begun to feel comfortable. He assumed that Markener, his idol of course, would be training. He had to admire Markener, because no matter how strong, how fast, how precise his attacks, he always wanted more. Even though the rather large Gaveth had fame and wealth, he was always hungry......and Johan shaped himself around the same policies and qualities he saw in Markener.

Heaving the great-sword from his back with ease, he approached the counter. Shouting, something he didn't particularly do very often, seemed to be his alternative to waiting. Johan chuckled as he knocked almost impatiently on the front counter." Hey, is anyone here?!! Service needed out front!!!"

He chuckled as he stood back, posting his arm in front of his chest. Well, all that was left was for Johan to wait and see if anyone heard him and if so, that Markener wouldn't be angry.

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Surprisingly, it wasn't the acclaimed Weapons Master who worked behind the desk this brightening. As Johan peered about for hints of his role-model, he instead discovered another in the room where the Lord Gaveth typically practiced amidst the wee hours of the morning and evening. Instead it was Zackner who twirled about the area. Markener's son wielded a long sword and short sword in his callused palms, gyrating and weaving the two blades in an intricate dance. His katana whipped forward and back, only to be accompanied by the complementary movements of his wakizashi. Both weapons worked in unison, creating what many might have presumed to be impossible. Fortunately, such a feat was within reach as elves were born with supreme speed and grace, which truly helped when it came down to performing the more unique styles of combat.

Zackner's eyes narrowed as Johan's voice pervaded the air. The young instructor angrily halted in his dance and tucked away both blades into the sheaths on his belt. He recognized the orator and didn't seem very pleased by his impatient outburst. Stalking over to the main hall of the Fitness and Bones, the instructor crossed his arms and stared ominously at Johan, as if bewildered by his attitude. "My father is resting downstairs. He would hate to be unnecessarily awakened." Zackner rolled his eyes and shook his head, "The next time you make an outburst like that, not only will I throw you out on your behind, but you'll incur the wrath of my father as well. And I assure you that he won't be so forgiving."

The instructor sighed and glanced Johan over, quirking a brow slightly before the awkward silence gradually waned. "Now what do you want?"

[Urck]

ooc: Just a quick, short, self-modded post.
EDIT- Will make NPC training posts tonight as well as posts for my own training. I just had to clear some things up first.

The orc and his companions walked through the streets of Vortex as they had many times before, his destination not one that would bring about adventure or chaos as he would hope, not one that would even give him any excitement. No, this was just another choir that had to be done to get what he wanted and to actually succed. Preperations were not something that the orc hated, quite the opposite actually. It was just when those preperations did not seperate him from the common citizen, when he was doing nothing that would set him apart, those were the things he hated. Yet here he was once again, travelling to a well-established building not to raid or burn it, but to actually use it for what it was meant to be used. The boredom of it all. As much as the orc hated taking time out of his day to do something that would bring him no excitement, he knew that he must. Travelling across the city to get the training that his men needed was a choir that could not be put off any longer. Of course, Urck would have much rather hoped to find a private trainer that would at least give them some excitement, but this was easiest and with Urck quickly growing anxious to start something in Vortex, the quickest and easiest would be best.

The group of four entered through the open doorway of the fitness and bones, approaching the lone vysstichi trainer and interupting his beating upon the dummy. "My three friends here seek training, basic gladius, basic dirk, and advanced dual shortsword and longsword as well as basic dual shortswords for myself. Once we are finished I would like to continue to the next tier of that paticular skill. meaning intermesiate gladius, intermediate dirk, and intermediate dual shortswords once they finish. I trust that you and your employees are capable of that." Urck said the the elf, reaching behind him under his winter wolf cloak to produce the coin purse that was hidden there. The skills of the humans had served him well in the once gang-ridden streets of Riparia, as well as the even more nasty Imperia, but this was Vortex, a home of danger. He knew that they would all need more then just some common mercenary training to survive in this place, let alone make an impact.

"It's 2400 crowns for that." The dark elf replied, turning away from the dummy to face the orc and his human companions, his hand outstretched and fingers grasping the bank notes that were place in them. "And don't worry, we will take good care of these boys. We'll start next brightening." Markener replied as he turned away to continue his practice while the new customers made their exit.

[Johan Riketz]

He chuckled once again, his feminine features flooding with glee as he gave Zackner a curious once-over. Cocking his head coyly, he smiled, something not done very often and spoke, his words holding no conviction, his tone jovial."Well......it fills my heart with the utmost joy to see you in high spirits, Zackner!" With his last few words, he shook, failing to suppress the foul snicker and a sly smirk that crossed his face. When not solemn, as usual, his expression made him seem more child-like than anything, exuding a chaotic beauty, lavender eyes bursting with inpredictability.

Walking to the counter, his mythril locks of hair were braided, two waist-long heavy braids that fell just below an exposed obsidian waist-line. Though not overly burly as were most warriors, he held a slim, somewhat muscular frame, the greatsword strapped across his back a testament to the power held within him. Johan looked to Zackner shaking his head as he sighed closing his eyes, hand reaching to rub his tense neck, he would rather see Markener, but it was as if it was his fate to never cross the path of the 'Bastard of Vortex'. The great warrior always seemed to be busy tending other matters when he came through......and as much as he hated to admit it, it was more a dissapointment if anything at all.

He just sighed wearily, smiling weakly to Zackner as he spoke again, his voice calm, the words flowing from his slender lips as if they were pressed silk."Serale, I would like Great-Sword training. I'm sure we can get past all of this formal bs, Zackner.......just tell me what I need to pay and when to meet you." By this point he had plenty of training with his blade and could demonstrate for Zackner if asked to do so. Running his hand along the hilt of the blade posted upwards down on his back, he opened his lavender eyes, gaze meeting that of his trainer, cold with determination. Johan was ready to start as soon as possible and it revealed itself, the windows of his soul burning, a flame of valor that would not soon be extinguished.

Johan was on fire.

A voice beyond recognition is an accurate description of the words that came from Johan next." So, when do we start?" The smile of awkward insanity as the vagrant opened his mouth for a sinister chuckle revealed pearly white choppers, shaved to fine points on every end, figured to fit every groove perfectly. The usually calm feminimity dissapeared, his eyes bottomless, glazed, lifelessly zombie-like. For a moment, he was as deep as any abyss, too opague to see through to his true feelings, as if he were.......a monster. Johan's hair flowed tumultuously shaving inticate patterns about his ebony facial features. His aura had changed completely from when he had first entered, the air about him cold, like a touch of death.

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Fools were comprised of those uncertain of how to harness their tongues. The foul-mouthed of Telath were often the weakest and more pathetic of the rest, and it was for this reason that they didn't know how to exercise restraint upon the jaws. Zackner's eyes widened incredulously as Johan wore that dumb smile of his, which had been agitating as of late. Not only was the foolish swordsman's outburst uncalled for, but he didn't seem to understand that everyone within this facility was more than willing to shred him to pieces without a second thought. For a moment the young instructor believed to know why his own father was so bitter towards the world. It was morons like these who made it bad for the rest of the aspiring warriors. Zackner clutched the hilt of his long sword and nearly flicked it outwards in rage. "You don't seem to get it, do you? This is not a game. And the Fitness and Bones is not your home. Don't pretend that we need your business here you ungrateful whelp. Wipe that smirk off your face or I'll wipe it off with my fist!"

Zackner shook his head in disbelief as Johan requested further training. Had the fool not heard one thing that he had said in practice? The instructor had clearly told him to come back after more experience and personal use of his acquired knowledge in live situations. It had only been a matter of brightenings since he had said that, maybe two.[/b]" The Vysstichi warrior's eyes narrowed into a threatening glare as Johan flashed his sardonic smile. With swiftness and power strengthened through eras of training, Zackner's palm curled back and flew at Johan's mouth, connecting right against his jaw and knocking him backwards to the ground.

The Vysstichi swordsman came out from behind the counter and glowered down at the insolent dark elf. "Formal 'bs'? Never forget that I am your master and that you are a nobody. You've tested my patience long enough, Johan. And I will warn you one last time, watch your mouth or I will be forced to commit on my threats. I told you before to acquire experience. Training with a sword is useless if you've seldom used in reality. Now, banter no more and be off on your way." There was no doubt that Zackner had little reluctance to make an example of Johan if he refused to listen to him once again.

[Johan Riketz]

He stands to his feet and says nothing for a moment. His hand never went to his blade, his feet never parted, his gaze never met that of Zackner. He made no immediate movement, a deep sigh rattling his innards as turned from the other Vysstichi. No, it had been fools like these that had hurt the reputation of the Vysstichi altogether. Zackner was unwilling to show any compassion what-so-ever which would in time show Johan why he was hated sorely. Any other day, he might have had a physical or mental retort, but this time he said nothing. He realized something that day, trust beyond repair, and took with him an evil demeanor as he left, the door to the training facility wide-open.

[Taran Kamari]

After purchasing his customized Katana,Kamari knew that if he wanted to be effective at all with it that he would need training.He heard from several people around town that Fitness and Bones was the place to go.As he walked in he knew this was the place for him.There were numerous people working out and practicing with mant different weapons.

Serale, my name is Taran Kamari and I would like to enroll in training for the katana. Taran said to the trainer.

Well that will be 200 crowns.Be here tommorrow, same time. the trainer said sternly.

I'll be here. Kamari said as he laid the 200 crowns on the desk and walked out.

[Crono De'Vir]

Crono steps into the fitness center, looking around at all the combatants, brushing his hair to the side, and wipeing his face, walking up the the clerk with such grace, and in a soft tone he asks:

I would like to get basic dagger training please. Here is 200 crowns.

He places 200 crowns in the hand of the clerk, and steps away in patients as the clerk processes his inquery.



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500c - 200c = 300c

[Kanye K'tach]

Early autumn-One cycle after arrival

This was a important day. This was the day that Kanye would do something benaficial for himself, other than the purchase of material things. He would finally act upon what he knew was his calling long ago, the art of the katana. He had just picked up his newly purchased katana, but that was not enough, he must learn how to use it to be effective in battle.

With his cloak in his backpack behind him, Kanye up to the Fitness and Bones training center with his normal dark clothing on. Eyeing the sign before the entrance "Are you sure you came to right place?"...Is this place ready for me?Kanye thought with a smirk as he walked through the open door.

Serale, I am Kanye K'tach, I would like to enroll in katana training. Kanye said as he looked the man in his eyes. He was told repeatitly as a child that this shows strength. Kanye may not have much physical strength, but he had an abundance in mental strength...this he knew.

That will be 200 crowns. Be here tommorrow 2 candlemarks before sunrise. The dark elf said, hardly looking up from the training dummy. As Kanye examined him, he saw the signs of many patterns of battle experience. If your late you will regret it.

I'll be here.Kanye said as he took a bag of crowns out of his backpack. He simply set it on the desk and was out the door.

ooc: I will be self'modding my training.

[Olvann Coia]

The Season of Winter
Era I of the Pax Imperialis
Era III of the Celestine Mandate
Era XII Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening
Paradigm Shift: Alleria Prime Opens and the new Empire is revealed as Audrey adresses the peoples
Month of Immanis

Indeed, it was as his father had said, this was a very dangerous place. The Vysstichi were an ever looming presence in the streets, increasing more during the twilight hours. It was long overdue for him to learn some general combat, he was a very althletic man and practically vibrated strength. He was built a fighter, his father had even commented on his remarkable ability to move through the woods like a wraith. That was no small feat, considering his father was of elven kin, totally at ease with nature and among the most graceful of creatures.

He himself was built like an elf, snakelike and quick, but remarkably strong.

The only problem with his current dilema was that he had no currency. However, he had a resource easily as viable.

"Serale, good sir." He adressed the vysstichi behind the counter. A solid dark elf, easily distinguishable as an accomplished weapons wielder. "Might I have a word, I'm in somewhat of a dilema, I had my purse cut upon entering your city, and have no coin." He quirked an eyebrow, assured that his mere presense and stature would reveal to the man he was not simply a vagabond. He inwardly chuckled at that idea, as he supposed, he was.

"However, I'm an accomplished healer, and would be willing to work off my debt to you by remaining an on-site practitioner, should any training exercise go awry." He smiled briefly and continued, "Might you also happen to have a spare piece of flooring where I may rest my head? As I'm only passing through, and as soon as my time-spent fufilling my debt is complete, I will be off, no need to purchase a room at the local tavern."

He supposed his trained courtesy was drastically overstepping it's bounds, however, he was in dire need of some other alternative of defending himself than arcana. It drew far to much attention. He also, regretably aknowledged that he simply had no place to sleep. If he couldn't find it here, he would have to find it somewhere else.

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Fortunately for Olvann, it was not Markener Gaveth that lingered behind the counter of Vortex's most reputed training hall. The Vysstichi Lord had retired for the morning in order to address some business matters of the facility. Fitness and Bones, after all, could not sustain itself on its own. While Markener fancied making his students attend to the chores around the compound, he was not always pleased with the results. Subsequently, he had decided to exhaust the remaining hours of the afternoon in his private chambers after an arduous day at work. Markener typically taught the evening classes and thus he desired to be as energetic and vigorous as possible for his sessiosn. His son, one of the fabled swordsmen of Vortex, had obligingly taken over at the front desk. Unlike Markener, Zackner Gaveth was far more altruistic and compassionate towards the general public. It wouldn't have been uncommon for him to flash a friendly smile or even impart the desire to forge friendships with his customers. This was fortunate indeed for Olvann.

"I'm sorry to hear of your misfortunes, Sir. While you are not the first nor the last to have such a crime committed against you, I do sympathize." the young Vysstichi frowned somewhat and shook his head. Thievery was quite common here in the necromantic realm, but as most knew not to trifle with Zackner or his father, they were typically unexposed to much of the occurrences on the streets. "As for accommodating you in exchange for your services, I do suppose that we could work something out. You see, many times my Father and I acquire students that easily bruise and bleed. We could use your help in taking care of their wounds. As for personal chambers, we do have a humble room below this floor in the basement. If you wouldn't mind the occasional rat or two, then I say that we have a deal."

[Olvann Coia]

Olvann noted that the Vysstichi was quite understanding of his situation. He direly regretted having to use deceit to spin things in his favor, though his father had strongly suggested that most men, and especially Vysstichi would use his naivety to their advantage. He was however, not taking advantage of the training facility, he supposed that this Vysstichi would have been far less sympathetic if he'd simply stated he had nothing of monetary value and this was the first time he'd set foot in a city. Regardless, what was done was done and he'd come out where he had wanted, perhaps they would even toss him the occasional meal, if not, he supposed the few rats the Vysstichi spoke of would be his only real meal after his short stash of crowns was depleted.

"I offer you my humble graciousness. The training and room will be most appreciated." He answered, his strong voice carrying genuine thanks. "My name is Olvann, Olvann Coia, would you like to discuss the terms of our arrangement presently... Or perhaps with your father?" He wholly enjoyed the interaction, speaking to someone other than his father gave him a rather perturbing sense of enjoyment.

OOC: I'm gonna be self modding my training .