Training for darius

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OOC: Alright, this will be done in story format. [ex. The cool breeze did nothing to soothe his unnerved soul.. etc etc.] - I'd like to you to create an intro post. Basically all you have to do is (as best you can) describe everything. You're character, their surroundings, their thoughts. In training, it's almost like a battle between two characters, it's easier that way to get into the habit of description, being attent to what other characters are doing and following up on it. If that makes enough sense, then lets begin. I'll write my intro after yours :) don't worry to much about it, I just want to see what you can do first.

[darius]

OOC: sorry, its long, but im guessing thats ok for an intro.


The sound of metal scratching, and the sound of rain drops falling off the stone canopy of the cave in a waterfall fashion was all that could be heard through the shallow walls of the cave. I sat around a little piss ant of a fire, trying to keep warm as the rain came down. The fire had to be small enough not to fill the cave with smoke, but i was cold enough at the moment that it wouldn't have mattered. The walls were a sickly grey, damp, and covered with some green plant life. The green stuff on the walls had at first seemed like a suitable source of fuel for the fire, but to my surprise when i placed it on the fire, it caused the fire to shrink, almost as if it were wet, and also to produce unbelievably large amounts of smoke. The amount of smoke combined with the narrow width, and low ceiling of the cave made it hard to breath anything but smoke for a bit.

I wore a heavy cloak, a dark shade of green, closed with a lion head clasp, to keep some of the chill out. My feet are pratically bare, except for a soft but durable leather on the bottoms, and straps that wrap over the top. My pants are tied tight around my waist, while the leggins are large enough to fit another person in them. I've wrapped my palms and fingers in leather, to keep from cutting and blistering as i sharpen my weapons. My tabard is black and green, with a crest of 2 stags facing into the center of my chest, where a downward pointed sword resided. This was the crest of House Dregoth.

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OOC: Don't worry about it being long - It can be as long as you want, as long as you're descriptive.





The storm was only the beginning of what was about to conjure up from the vast lands around. While, much was to come, the sound of rain pounding violently against her head was rather soothing and proved worthy of keeping her thoughts quiet from their bickering. However, it did not help that itching need, the want, to come about a challenge of some sort. Nor did it stop the icy chill of the weather against her so-called 'armor'. A metal chestplate over an oversized black tanktop, an eyepatch, baggy shorts and knee-high combat boots was nothing you could truly call 'armor', but she paid no mind to that and insisted on its name.

Some called it suicide to be out in such weather, she called it a thrill. Her muffled thoughts began to play around with the concept of possibly finding someone as crazy as her to fight in heart of the storm. Wherever that was.

It was then that she came upon a cave. Untamed, jade eyes stared at the cave and walked toward it's entrance, but halted herself. Wild, slick, black hair clung to her head and face as she lightly bit her lip and moved a step closer. Calling...

"Hello? Is anyone there at all?"

Would her luck give her this opportunity? One could hope or at least she could. Before waiting for an answer, she examined her current surroundings, her 'arena'. If at all a stable place, there were a few scattered trees, all were decayed and held an emptiness to each and its own. Otherwise, the area was wide and held few puddles that could not hold up the rain's heavy weight. The sky would show no signs of clearing up anytime soon..

[darius]

Darius stood up, and slide his sword back in the scabbard, tucked that then into his black sash before picking up his spear. The tip pointed at the ground on his right, the shaft rose above his head, behind his right shoulder.

Darius slowly crept along the cave, softly pressing against the wall, this way, if the firelight were to illuminate him, atleast he would not be a large black shape in the midst of the light, stead of having a chance to hide as a shadow along the walls.

Once he worked his way to the entrance to the cave, he was able to make out the figure of what he assumed to be a woman, from the sound of their voice, as well as attire.

"Hello?" Darius called out to the stranger.

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OOC: You're doing very good so far - If I was a grammar nazi, I could go through that, but I won't . Also, what are your character's thoughts about the current situation he's in, etc.




How exciting! Someone was there afterall. Now things would turn interesting, if not a bit chaotic, or so she hoped. Her body stood frozen in its place as she stared at the man - as she assumed - that stood at the cave's entrance. The girl's one eye took in every detail as best it could in heaven's wrathful moment. She spoke, muttering to herself, before outright asking for his name.

"How quaint....I did not expect there to be someone here...but that just makes it all the more spectacular..." *pause* "What is your name?"

Taking a moment, the girl moved her hand to move some of her slick hair away from her eyes, the rain still pounding upon her like a ravaging hammer, trying to send her delicate looking figure to the ground. However, delicate was far from what she was and she knew that.

[darius]

"I take it this woman isn't here for pleasant company." Darius thought to himself as he examined the woman's attire. "And from the look of her, she isn't some delicate flower that was caught in the storm either."

"My name is Darius. Who are you, and what is your purpose here if i may be so bold?" He asked the strange girl.

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OOC: Good so far - try to be as descriptive as you can with the character's thoughts, his actions, motives, etc... [again, I apologize for my slow replies, things tend to get in my way]



"My name is Cornelia"

A sly smirk crept onto her lips, this was -perfect-. The rain, the storm, the rage of it...and now this. Would he accept the challenge or would she have to be more persuasive about it, which eventually could induce force.

"I stand here, Darius, asking your name....because I'd like to offer you....a challenge"

Oh yes and she hoped he did not refuse, force was so overrated in her mind. However, if she must, she wasn't going to hesitate. That sly smile never leaving her pretty feature.



OOC: Sorry for shit-ass post, my creativity died, but it works out enough.