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<blockquote data-quote="Fists.o.Fury" data-source="post: 2698089" data-attributes="member: 37581"><p>Setting: Just after returning to the Ternell Complex after running from Nockmort</p><p>Perspective: Real Time</p><p></p><p>This is a little story about how Tormal trains before departing to Mt. Korliss. This Story may not yet be valid so don't take everything to heart yet! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p></p><p> It was apparent as soon as the group returned to the Ternell complex that Tormal has things to get done. For the first few days in town he tried to get everything organized. He spent a large amount of time speaking with the group, trying to figure out what is wrong with Oceas and assisting Tyrm and anyone else trying to get SOL’s financial situation organized. Nearly every morning you notice Tormal wake far earlier then normal and often spends much of his time meditating outside in the courtyard, in his room or even just outside the walls of the complex. He sits motionless and in complete silence for hours at a time. You could even catch him unhindered and still meditating in busy parts of the complex at the busy times of the day. Never the less, things had started to get routine again when some excitement had finally stumbled into the compound.</p><p></p><p> It wasn’t something that was unlawful, destructive or corrupted but merely playful in nature. Tormal awakened just as he had the last few days; bright and early. He prepared himself for another trial of rigorous training, conditioning and even some new techniques he had been trying to develop as he often does. He quickly got dressed in his finest robe and stumbled down to the meeting hall for some breakfast. It was oddly busy and talk of a few additional merchants arriving into town buzzed about the room. Perhaps it was instinct or maybe just his training in action, but when Tormal just managed to move out of the path of an incoming dart he was lucky. It was a solid bulls eye, and he quickly realized his mistake.</p><p></p><p> “Heeya, get out uh’ the way! You’re infronada’ dart board!” A rugged voice called out from the other side of the room.</p><p></p><p> A surprisingly well dressed (not well spoken obviously) lad stood there with an unmistakable expression of frustration. He was likely no older then sixteen or seventeen, carried a bastard sword and some impressive chain mail to boot. As Tormal stepped out of the way the lad smiled and shared a drink with the rest of his table’s occupants continuing about their business. Tormal ordered a drink and some eggs and sat down.</p><p></p><p> As he ate and glanced about the room he noticed a figure somewhat concealed in a corner on the other side of the room staring in his direction. Several times Tormal caught the same pair of eyes in his direction. Just before he decided to confront her the figure gets up and stepped out of the shadows. It was a young woman, maybe the age of Tormal but probably a bit younger with shoulder length brown hair securely tied back. She walked confidently to Tormal dressed in an extravagant yellow robe with white and gold trimmings. Held firmly in her rope belt a kama rests easily accessible and several pouches sway around with her movement. As she nears the table Tormal catches a faint scent of roses. Yet instead of sitting at the table she veered toward the door while looking back at Tormal as she stepped outside.</p><p></p><p> Both intrigued and some what flattered Tormal slams the rest of his drink, leaves the last few bites of food on his plate and walks out after the woman. Just as soon as he clears the door way a dulled dart of some sort hit him in the face. Caught off guard he tumbles out away from the door and brings his quarterstaff to bear. The woman stands not twenty feet from him laughing then motions Tormal over with her finger. </p><p> </p><p> As Tormal approaches the woman takes a stance of some sort. Tormal does the same and they sit there for almost exactly a minute staring deep into each other’s eyes. With the speed of lightning the two storm each other in a flurry of fists and legs. They wrestle about for several minutes trading fists with feet and elbows with knees before breaking apart. </p><p></p><p>“I’ve been watching you for several days now. Your Technique is interesting. It is far more aggressive then those that I have trained with but highlights your weaknesses.”</p><p></p><p>The woman jumps, flips and spins her way to Tormal firmly planting her foot into his chest. Tormal reacts by trying to kick her remaining leg out from under her. She anticipates the move and spins Tormal to the ground. Before Tormal could get up she was on top of him, and pinned him there with her knee.</p><p></p><p>“ It leaves you vulnerable here…” she motions to the sides of his body “…and here” she motions to her back. Exploiting this mistake Tormal overturns the pin and presses his quarterstaff into her chest. She sighs and smiles.</p><p></p><p>“And That is why I have come to you. I seek a mentor to train with and to teach me more techniques. There is much I have to learn.”</p><p></p><p>The woman somehow pulls Tormal off of him with her legs. He goes to stand up when she kicks him to his knees. Before he can react she plants a palm into his back and pins him again.</p><p></p><p>“There is much I can teach you as well!”</p><p></p><p>Tormal breaks the pin and stands up. She stands there smiling.</p><p></p><p>“So what do you say? Will accept my offer… a trade of ..services so to speak.? My name is Mona”</p><p></p><p>“Aye, and mine is Tormal”</p><p></p><p>The conversation continues and the two walk into the tavern. After talking for some time it is agreed they will train with each other until SOL decided to depart. Tormal learns much about Mona and Mona much about Tormal before the night is over. From that point on the two wouldn’t been seen without each other hardly ever.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p> Apparently Mona had arrived at the Ternell complex a few days before SOL had returned bruised and battered. Mona traveled with two others, Sera and Harror the one who almost planted a dart into Tormal’s face. They had just returned from what Mona described as being a “Successful adventure. But she had greater ambitions. Perfecting ones self is always an admirable goal” she would say. Mona had only been training for a few years instead of since she was a child like most others of her background. She had come from a small monastery far to the west in the Great Plains. She knew of and figured the gnolls had destroyed the monastery already but shared little feeling for the matter. It almost seemed as if she had been hurt by it. Instead of going into details she explained that she had ventured to a vile town called Two Forks. It was there she was introduced to the cruelty of humanity and vied to destroy all such evils. Not long after she joined with a an adventuring group by the name of the Dangerous Dozen. It’s odd they would call themselves that considering there was only ever four members but Tormal didn’t push the matter. Mona mentioned another whom they traveled with but he was slain in his sleep. That was only a week ago.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p> Every morning Tormal and Mona could be seen on the sparring grounds practicing and conditioning with each other. On top of sparring Tormal would stop to readjust her moves, straighten her blows or point out her weaknesses. He would let her know when she should engage or when she should attack. He pointed out dozens of vital spots on a body, and how to utilize those weak points. Mona would show Tormal how to block and roll with blows better. She would often hit him where he was vulnerable and wrestle him to the ground when possible. When they engage each other it is apparent Tormal has more skill and experience then Mona but isn’t as effective at blocking and dodging hits as she is. </p><p></p><p> On top of the regular sparring Mona would attempt to catch Tormal off guard throughout the day. When he was meditating, eating, or for some reason not paying attention she would drop in behind him, sneak up to him or jump out in front of him and spar for a few seconds. This was an effective way to teach Tormal how to anticipate attacks and consistently be on guard.</p><p></p><p> In the last week before SOL was going to depart Mona surprised Tormal on the Sparring grounds. As he approached the field three figures stood about talking with each other when Mona steps forward.</p><p></p><p>“Rise and shine! This is Sera and Harror their going to assist me in teaching you the last of what I have to offer.”</p><p></p><p>Tormal Bows “Yes… I believe Harror and I have met.” He looks to Sera and bows “Nice to meet you”</p><p></p><p>Mona smiles “The one thing I have noticed when in combat is that you tend to focus on one opponent and disregard the rest of the battle field. When I was in training I was taught to embrace my surroundings and understand that threats come from all directions not just the one I’m engaging….”</p><p></p><p> Mona continues talking for a few minutes before everyone takes positions around Tormal. For the next couple of hours Tormal is overwhelmed and beaten by the three. Sera had a way of making agonizing attacks at Tormal’s blind spots while Harror distracted him from another direction. Harror would dance around effectively distracting Tormal for many of the attacks. Mona… Mona just got in the way. A number of times she would move in and pin Tormal while Sera and Harror beat him into submission. It was a rough day but there was a point. When Mona and Tormal switched spots, Mona was far more adept at dealing with the attacks. She blocked and dodged far more of the attacks the Tormal could have.</p><p></p><p> After the session was over and Sera and Harror departed Mona and Tormal went back to the tavern. By now they had gotten comfortable with one another and obviously shared an attraction. They talked and joked late into the night. The patrons started to depart as Tormal and Mona ordered their last drinks and departed upstairs for the night.</p><p></p><p>In the morning the two walked out of the Tavern together for their daily meditations. Mona had planned to continue the sparring with Sera and Harror but took the time to teach Tormal another form of meditation. It was through this she believed she could open Tormal’s capabilities up. It allowed him to clear his mind and focus in combat far more effectively then he could before. Yet, it was not apparent at first. The sparring that day went as badly, if not worse, as it did the day before. But that quickly changed by the end of the week.</p><p></p><p> The day before SOL planned on departing to Mt Korliss Mona, Tormal, Sera and Harror sparred once more. It was apparent Tormal had learned something, as he dodged and rolled in between attacks. He danced through and around Mona and effectively landed blows in between each move. It was inevitable that he would not win, but he lasted far longer then he would have a month ago. He was able to anticipate and dodge attacks with flawless efficiency. Mona was pleased.</p><p></p><p>Mona too had learned much. She hit and dodged more effectively as well and was able to land blows that were far more effective then before. The sparring ended early. Mona and Tormal departed to Tormal’s room. They weren’t seen again until the next morning….</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fists.o.Fury, post: 2698089, member: 37581"] Setting: Just after returning to the Ternell Complex after running from Nockmort Perspective: Real Time This is a little story about how Tormal trains before departing to Mt. Korliss. This Story may not yet be valid so don't take everything to heart yet! :) It was apparent as soon as the group returned to the Ternell complex that Tormal has things to get done. For the first few days in town he tried to get everything organized. He spent a large amount of time speaking with the group, trying to figure out what is wrong with Oceas and assisting Tyrm and anyone else trying to get SOL’s financial situation organized. Nearly every morning you notice Tormal wake far earlier then normal and often spends much of his time meditating outside in the courtyard, in his room or even just outside the walls of the complex. He sits motionless and in complete silence for hours at a time. You could even catch him unhindered and still meditating in busy parts of the complex at the busy times of the day. Never the less, things had started to get routine again when some excitement had finally stumbled into the compound. It wasn’t something that was unlawful, destructive or corrupted but merely playful in nature. Tormal awakened just as he had the last few days; bright and early. He prepared himself for another trial of rigorous training, conditioning and even some new techniques he had been trying to develop as he often does. He quickly got dressed in his finest robe and stumbled down to the meeting hall for some breakfast. It was oddly busy and talk of a few additional merchants arriving into town buzzed about the room. Perhaps it was instinct or maybe just his training in action, but when Tormal just managed to move out of the path of an incoming dart he was lucky. It was a solid bulls eye, and he quickly realized his mistake. “Heeya, get out uh’ the way! You’re infronada’ dart board!” A rugged voice called out from the other side of the room. A surprisingly well dressed (not well spoken obviously) lad stood there with an unmistakable expression of frustration. He was likely no older then sixteen or seventeen, carried a bastard sword and some impressive chain mail to boot. As Tormal stepped out of the way the lad smiled and shared a drink with the rest of his table’s occupants continuing about their business. Tormal ordered a drink and some eggs and sat down. As he ate and glanced about the room he noticed a figure somewhat concealed in a corner on the other side of the room staring in his direction. Several times Tormal caught the same pair of eyes in his direction. Just before he decided to confront her the figure gets up and stepped out of the shadows. It was a young woman, maybe the age of Tormal but probably a bit younger with shoulder length brown hair securely tied back. She walked confidently to Tormal dressed in an extravagant yellow robe with white and gold trimmings. Held firmly in her rope belt a kama rests easily accessible and several pouches sway around with her movement. As she nears the table Tormal catches a faint scent of roses. Yet instead of sitting at the table she veered toward the door while looking back at Tormal as she stepped outside. Both intrigued and some what flattered Tormal slams the rest of his drink, leaves the last few bites of food on his plate and walks out after the woman. Just as soon as he clears the door way a dulled dart of some sort hit him in the face. Caught off guard he tumbles out away from the door and brings his quarterstaff to bear. The woman stands not twenty feet from him laughing then motions Tormal over with her finger. As Tormal approaches the woman takes a stance of some sort. Tormal does the same and they sit there for almost exactly a minute staring deep into each other’s eyes. With the speed of lightning the two storm each other in a flurry of fists and legs. They wrestle about for several minutes trading fists with feet and elbows with knees before breaking apart. “I’ve been watching you for several days now. Your Technique is interesting. It is far more aggressive then those that I have trained with but highlights your weaknesses.” The woman jumps, flips and spins her way to Tormal firmly planting her foot into his chest. Tormal reacts by trying to kick her remaining leg out from under her. She anticipates the move and spins Tormal to the ground. Before Tormal could get up she was on top of him, and pinned him there with her knee. “ It leaves you vulnerable here…” she motions to the sides of his body “…and here” she motions to her back. Exploiting this mistake Tormal overturns the pin and presses his quarterstaff into her chest. She sighs and smiles. “And That is why I have come to you. I seek a mentor to train with and to teach me more techniques. There is much I have to learn.” The woman somehow pulls Tormal off of him with her legs. He goes to stand up when she kicks him to his knees. Before he can react she plants a palm into his back and pins him again. “There is much I can teach you as well!” Tormal breaks the pin and stands up. She stands there smiling. “So what do you say? Will accept my offer… a trade of ..services so to speak.? My name is Mona” “Aye, and mine is Tormal” The conversation continues and the two walk into the tavern. After talking for some time it is agreed they will train with each other until SOL decided to depart. Tormal learns much about Mona and Mona much about Tormal before the night is over. From that point on the two wouldn’t been seen without each other hardly ever. ~ Apparently Mona had arrived at the Ternell complex a few days before SOL had returned bruised and battered. Mona traveled with two others, Sera and Harror the one who almost planted a dart into Tormal’s face. They had just returned from what Mona described as being a “Successful adventure. But she had greater ambitions. Perfecting ones self is always an admirable goal” she would say. Mona had only been training for a few years instead of since she was a child like most others of her background. She had come from a small monastery far to the west in the Great Plains. She knew of and figured the gnolls had destroyed the monastery already but shared little feeling for the matter. It almost seemed as if she had been hurt by it. Instead of going into details she explained that she had ventured to a vile town called Two Forks. It was there she was introduced to the cruelty of humanity and vied to destroy all such evils. Not long after she joined with a an adventuring group by the name of the Dangerous Dozen. It’s odd they would call themselves that considering there was only ever four members but Tormal didn’t push the matter. Mona mentioned another whom they traveled with but he was slain in his sleep. That was only a week ago. ~ Every morning Tormal and Mona could be seen on the sparring grounds practicing and conditioning with each other. On top of sparring Tormal would stop to readjust her moves, straighten her blows or point out her weaknesses. He would let her know when she should engage or when she should attack. He pointed out dozens of vital spots on a body, and how to utilize those weak points. Mona would show Tormal how to block and roll with blows better. She would often hit him where he was vulnerable and wrestle him to the ground when possible. When they engage each other it is apparent Tormal has more skill and experience then Mona but isn’t as effective at blocking and dodging hits as she is. On top of the regular sparring Mona would attempt to catch Tormal off guard throughout the day. When he was meditating, eating, or for some reason not paying attention she would drop in behind him, sneak up to him or jump out in front of him and spar for a few seconds. This was an effective way to teach Tormal how to anticipate attacks and consistently be on guard. In the last week before SOL was going to depart Mona surprised Tormal on the Sparring grounds. As he approached the field three figures stood about talking with each other when Mona steps forward. “Rise and shine! This is Sera and Harror their going to assist me in teaching you the last of what I have to offer.” Tormal Bows “Yes… I believe Harror and I have met.” He looks to Sera and bows “Nice to meet you” Mona smiles “The one thing I have noticed when in combat is that you tend to focus on one opponent and disregard the rest of the battle field. When I was in training I was taught to embrace my surroundings and understand that threats come from all directions not just the one I’m engaging….” Mona continues talking for a few minutes before everyone takes positions around Tormal. For the next couple of hours Tormal is overwhelmed and beaten by the three. Sera had a way of making agonizing attacks at Tormal’s blind spots while Harror distracted him from another direction. Harror would dance around effectively distracting Tormal for many of the attacks. Mona… Mona just got in the way. A number of times she would move in and pin Tormal while Sera and Harror beat him into submission. It was a rough day but there was a point. When Mona and Tormal switched spots, Mona was far more adept at dealing with the attacks. She blocked and dodged far more of the attacks the Tormal could have. After the session was over and Sera and Harror departed Mona and Tormal went back to the tavern. By now they had gotten comfortable with one another and obviously shared an attraction. They talked and joked late into the night. The patrons started to depart as Tormal and Mona ordered their last drinks and departed upstairs for the night. In the morning the two walked out of the Tavern together for their daily meditations. Mona had planned to continue the sparring with Sera and Harror but took the time to teach Tormal another form of meditation. It was through this she believed she could open Tormal’s capabilities up. It allowed him to clear his mind and focus in combat far more effectively then he could before. Yet, it was not apparent at first. The sparring that day went as badly, if not worse, as it did the day before. But that quickly changed by the end of the week. The day before SOL planned on departing to Mt Korliss Mona, Tormal, Sera and Harror sparred once more. It was apparent Tormal had learned something, as he dodged and rolled in between attacks. He danced through and around Mona and effectively landed blows in between each move. It was inevitable that he would not win, but he lasted far longer then he would have a month ago. He was able to anticipate and dodge attacks with flawless efficiency. Mona was pleased. Mona too had learned much. She hit and dodged more effectively as well and was able to land blows that were far more effective then before. The sparring ended early. Mona and Tormal departed to Tormal’s room. They weren’t seen again until the next morning…. [/QUOTE]
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