Intensive Training I: Physical Assessment
Glade 8th, 122nd Year
It was very early. Erikson and Ishin made it clear that Rickter and Patrick were starting their training beneath the Kensei, and it would be done how the old man wanted to train them. So, before the stars had completely faded out of the sky, and before the morning sun even gave a hint of rising, Erikson brought the two men out in nothing but their casual wear. Together they jogged toward the starting point of their training, the wolf picking up on a few scents throughout the woods as they grew closer toward their destination.
Within the distance crystal spires looked to rise over the foilage of the trees above, suggesting that they were well within range of the settlement found there, while the sun finally broke over the horizon. "Alright, this is where you'll start." Erikson pointed out as he stopped to turn the two, his ginger hair brightening in the few rays of sunlight filtering through. "Rickter, Patrick. Ishin gave me this instruction for the start of your training. You're both to find your way back to the settlement from here, on your own, with no use of magic whatsoever. Understand?"
"So... we literally just run back to the settlement with no use of magic?" Patrick remarked a little surprised, as if he expected more out of this training gig. "Well, should be fun then. I'll even race you, Ricky!"
"You have until noon," Erikson weighed in as Rickter and Patrick looked to him curiously, "otherwise you will fail this part of training." The wolf's eyes narrowed to him then, Erikson giving the wolf a knowing smile as he rested his hands at the small of his back. "Good luck you two. Show Ishin what you can do." Erikson marched off to leave the both of them alone, the reaver disappearing around a thicket of bushes as both of the men looked out among the wood before them.
"Don't worry buddy, I've really good instincts when it comes to navigating. We'll get back there in no time!"
"I already know how to get back there on my own." The wolf assured him with a plain look. "My sense of smell already grants me that much." He'd already remembered Ishin's scent as well as Erikson's, and the Dawnmartyr's little villa wasn't so far off that he couldn't detect it either. But he couldn't help notice earlier, how Ishin and Erikson both had their scent... all throughout the wood as well. Was this a diversionary tactic, or did they have other reasons for having been out here prior to his arrival?
"Well, what are we waiting for?" The Atinoran remarked as he took initiative in bolting, the wolf's eyebrows raising as he watched Patrick attempt a head start. "Last one there has to buy the drinks later!"
"Patrick, wait!" The wolf reached out to him but he had been too slow, and Patrick to quick to realize something was off about this. Lo and behold the southerner's boot caught something, jerking a rope along the toe of the leather as he about tripped from the recoil it made. There was no time for him to react then, as soon as Patrick caught himself with his other foot to affirm his landing, something shot out from the thicket of bushes within the area; slamming into the forehead of the man hard as he staggered back into a recoil. "Shit!"
Right away, Patrick teetered onto his back hard, hitting the grass with a thump as he reached for the spot on his forehead. "Son of a-" The wolf moved to try and assess how badly the poor bastard might've been injured, only to hear the grass beneath his foot shift with a sudden groan underneath.
"FUCK!!" Was all the wolf could shout as he had no time to react, the trap beneath his boot gave way to allow the wolf to fall within the pit dug underneath it. He hit the bottom and wheezed, the wind knocked out of him as he lay there in a state of shock. Though only minor, the pain from his landing radiated throughout his entire back afterward. Well... He figured as he slowly turned over with a soft groan. Now we know why we have til noon...
"H-Hey, Ricky?" Patrick called out just over the rim of the pit, having crawled toward it to look down at the wolf within. "You good?" The wolf's eyes opened to see him looking from above, already with a huge red welt centered on his forehead. What the fuck hit him?
"...I've suddenly resolved to die in peace down here..." The wolf remarked as he finally shifted, a turn over made with a few grunts as the Atinoran started to get on his feet also.
"Here." The Atinoran offered a hand to help the wolf out, and after a moment of reluctance Rickter accepted the lift up. Once they were both on their feet again, the pair took a moment to assess the situation at hand.
"They've rigged the woods with traps." He pointed out flatly with minimal amusement, the Atinoran next to him tsked sardonically with a fold of his arms.
"He could'a warned us first..."
"It's a test..." RIckter figured with a look past him, his blue eyes scouring the rest of the wood surrounding them. "They've brought us to a part of the wood rigged with traps. They disallowed the use of magic, and, gave us a time limit to be back by. Its likely that we fail if we do use magic to get through here."
"Aaawe man, what kind of training is this?"
"I'd like to know that myself..." The wolf agreed with sharp eyes fixed on their environment, his nostrils already flaring as he tried to get an ideal on the scents throughout the area.
Glade 8th, 122nd Year
It was very early. Erikson and Ishin made it clear that Rickter and Patrick were starting their training beneath the Kensei, and it would be done how the old man wanted to train them. So, before the stars had completely faded out of the sky, and before the morning sun even gave a hint of rising, Erikson brought the two men out in nothing but their casual wear. Together they jogged toward the starting point of their training, the wolf picking up on a few scents throughout the woods as they grew closer toward their destination.
Within the distance crystal spires looked to rise over the foilage of the trees above, suggesting that they were well within range of the settlement found there, while the sun finally broke over the horizon. "Alright, this is where you'll start." Erikson pointed out as he stopped to turn the two, his ginger hair brightening in the few rays of sunlight filtering through. "Rickter, Patrick. Ishin gave me this instruction for the start of your training. You're both to find your way back to the settlement from here, on your own, with no use of magic whatsoever. Understand?"
"So... we literally just run back to the settlement with no use of magic?" Patrick remarked a little surprised, as if he expected more out of this training gig. "Well, should be fun then. I'll even race you, Ricky!"
"You have until noon," Erikson weighed in as Rickter and Patrick looked to him curiously, "otherwise you will fail this part of training." The wolf's eyes narrowed to him then, Erikson giving the wolf a knowing smile as he rested his hands at the small of his back. "Good luck you two. Show Ishin what you can do." Erikson marched off to leave the both of them alone, the reaver disappearing around a thicket of bushes as both of the men looked out among the wood before them.
"Don't worry buddy, I've really good instincts when it comes to navigating. We'll get back there in no time!"
"I already know how to get back there on my own." The wolf assured him with a plain look. "My sense of smell already grants me that much." He'd already remembered Ishin's scent as well as Erikson's, and the Dawnmartyr's little villa wasn't so far off that he couldn't detect it either. But he couldn't help notice earlier, how Ishin and Erikson both had their scent... all throughout the wood as well. Was this a diversionary tactic, or did they have other reasons for having been out here prior to his arrival?
"Well, what are we waiting for?" The Atinoran remarked as he took initiative in bolting, the wolf's eyebrows raising as he watched Patrick attempt a head start. "Last one there has to buy the drinks later!"
"Patrick, wait!" The wolf reached out to him but he had been too slow, and Patrick to quick to realize something was off about this. Lo and behold the southerner's boot caught something, jerking a rope along the toe of the leather as he about tripped from the recoil it made. There was no time for him to react then, as soon as Patrick caught himself with his other foot to affirm his landing, something shot out from the thicket of bushes within the area; slamming into the forehead of the man hard as he staggered back into a recoil. "Shit!"
Right away, Patrick teetered onto his back hard, hitting the grass with a thump as he reached for the spot on his forehead. "Son of a-" The wolf moved to try and assess how badly the poor bastard might've been injured, only to hear the grass beneath his foot shift with a sudden groan underneath.
"FUCK!!" Was all the wolf could shout as he had no time to react, the trap beneath his boot gave way to allow the wolf to fall within the pit dug underneath it. He hit the bottom and wheezed, the wind knocked out of him as he lay there in a state of shock. Though only minor, the pain from his landing radiated throughout his entire back afterward. Well... He figured as he slowly turned over with a soft groan. Now we know why we have til noon...
"H-Hey, Ricky?" Patrick called out just over the rim of the pit, having crawled toward it to look down at the wolf within. "You good?" The wolf's eyes opened to see him looking from above, already with a huge red welt centered on his forehead. What the fuck hit him?
"...I've suddenly resolved to die in peace down here..." The wolf remarked as he finally shifted, a turn over made with a few grunts as the Atinoran started to get on his feet also.
"Here." The Atinoran offered a hand to help the wolf out, and after a moment of reluctance Rickter accepted the lift up. Once they were both on their feet again, the pair took a moment to assess the situation at hand.
"They've rigged the woods with traps." He pointed out flatly with minimal amusement, the Atinoran next to him tsked sardonically with a fold of his arms.
"He could'a warned us first..."
"It's a test..." RIckter figured with a look past him, his blue eyes scouring the rest of the wood surrounding them. "They've brought us to a part of the wood rigged with traps. They disallowed the use of magic, and, gave us a time limit to be back by. Its likely that we fail if we do use magic to get through here."
"Aaawe man, what kind of training is this?"
"I'd like to know that myself..." The wolf agreed with sharp eyes fixed on their environment, his nostrils already flaring as he tried to get an ideal on the scents throughout the area.
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Rickter" "Patrick"
"Rickter" "Patrick"
