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Post by Jaskall the Jackal on Aug 1, 2016 3:32:22 GMT
Another bright and beautiful day at the New Dawn estate, the sun high in the sky above the manor grounds... a day to avoid remaining cooped up, Jaskall thought to himself! Taking advantage of the tranquil surroundings, the black powder warrior finds himself sitting down with his back to a sturdy, aged-looking tree a short distance from one of the pathways. His trusty companion Kiwi had found a comfortable perch on one of the lower branches, adding his high-spirited chirps to those of the other nearby birds.
His hat remains tilted forwards slightly, obscuring his face... though there's no mistaking who's head it's atop, the Jackal's long leather duster and high-quality looking bandolier still visible. Set up in front of the man is what looks to be a portable drawing board with a slip of parchment stuck down across it's surface, which Jaskall frequently appears to be scribbling over, black feather quill in hand. A hand that appears remarkably steady, to the more perceptive members of the New Dawn... seems as though he's not been drinking so far today!
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Post by amaday on Aug 6, 2016 18:20:05 GMT
A short but sturdy looking female, clad in breastplate, armored tunic and tabbard of Oroboros exits the mess hall and strides over to the training ring on the northwestern side of the New Dawn's site. She unsheathes an oversized bastard sword, nearly the size of great sword but with deadlier edges and less mass, and begins to swing in a refined chopping, striking, and slashing motion. After a few minutes of fierce practice swings, she changes her grip and begins wielding it with one hand, simulating various parries and counter thrusts, while bringing her small steel buckler up to block an imaginary attack.
After an hour of intense training under the sun and in heavy armor, she nearly collapses from exhaustion, bringing herself to one knee. She tosses off her helmet, revealing a sweaty mat of black hair, tan skin, and a delicate face. After panting heavy for several minutes, she regains her composure, steadying herself with her blade, she draws herself up to her full height, bending over to retrieve her helmet.
She appears dazed from her over exertion, and meekly staggers over to the wood-line, collapsing in a heap under a tree's canopy, where she lets out a "Woooooah". She digs into her backpack and moments later produces a black leafy substance, which she places some into her mouth and begins to chew.
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