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<blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 7476163" data-attributes="member: 1231"><p>Urik grunted as he heaved the young man over his shoulder and sent him tumbling to the mat; the last of his student challengers. A polite round of applause ensued among those assembled (and bruised) for the daily session. Sweat glistened on his shirtless green chest as he stood up straight and looked around the small gym. "Size and strength may help you, and the Master of Masters teaches us to hone our bodies, our most basic tool," he says. "But the wise warrior does not seek to merely overcome his opponent: he assists his foe in defeating himself."</p><p></p><p>Smarting from the fall he just took the young man gets up and takes his place sitting outside the mat, while another student, similarly worn out, pipes up to ask, "Now that we are all thoroughly defeated do you suppose we could have the blessing of Irori?" He was not asking for an intonation. Rather he was hoping that his teacher might use his divine gifts to relieve them of their pains.</p><p></p><p>Urik frowns and gives out a small sigh. "The blessings of Irori are not to be regarded so casually. Part of learning to fight is learning to live with your bumps. This is a form of discipline and," his tone lighten for a moment. "I hear that is popular around these parts." They were just students, after all. Young men and women, practically still children. Some of the more elderly priests might disagree, but one did not need to be unflinchingly serious <em>all</em> the time. Or maybe that was the orc in him speaking. It hardly mattered. Irori teaches perfecting <em>oneself</em>, not merely perfecting the imitation of an ideal.</p><p></p><p>At that moment one of the acolytes from the adjacent shrine entered and approached the half-orc. Coming in close they silently handed him a sealed letter before nodding to those assembled and then retreating the way they came. "That is probably enough for today," Urik says as he opens the letter. "Go get cleaned up in the baths and then you may take your leave until tomorrow." Inside was a letter from the distinguished Lady Keleri Deverin; an invitation to lunch to discuss - that was interesting: a job.</p><p></p><p>Not so long ago Lady Deverin had been a stranger to him as were most of Magnimar's aristocracy. Urik's own family, the Soladeres, were good and respectable (with at least one notable exception) but they did not have free run of elite circles. Their noble contacts usually stemmed from professional acquaintances and chance encounters. Lady Deverin, a scholar, had contracted with the temple for medical care for a boy in her employ. The senior physician had employed Urik as an attendant when the visited the Keleri estate. The boy had cut himself up pretty good after a nasty fall playing on the estate, and there was some concern about infection.</p><p></p><p>As a medical call it was not much out of the ordinary. But Lady Deverin had received them initially in her an impressive personal library. She had been quite personable, inquiring into their interests, and discovered they discovered that she and Urik shared some similar scholarly pursuits. Ever since she and Urik had met from time to time to discuss their research, and sometimes those chats had led to more personal matters. He had revealed that he was looking to take some time away from the temple and get some more first hand experience out in the world. Apparently Lady Deverin had not forgotten. </p><p></p><p>He found out some time later that the boy, rather than being a Deverin servant, was in fact a member of her family. Urik knew the wealthy could be a bit circumspect about their image and had perhaps not wanted it to get out that someone had been misbehaving. </p><p></p><p>The half-orc moved towards the private baths reserved for servants of Irori and eased himself in to soak for a bit. Even having bested all of the students he was not without bumps and bruises of his own! He was no master boxer, after all. He could not spend too much time resting though: lunch would be in only a couple of hours. So after a short while he gets out and tidies himself up. Despite his more savage relations his aunt had brought him up to be right and proper, clean and presentable. His clothes were not fancy but they were tailored and he kept them neat. Usually that would be good enough for one of his chats with Keleri, but on a hunch he decides to slip his freshly cleaned white and blue tabard on over the top of his clothes. </p><p></p><p>Exiting the shrine Urik puts his hands behind his back and begins a leisurely stroll towards the Deverin estate.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kaodi, post: 7476163, member: 1231"] Urik grunted as he heaved the young man over his shoulder and sent him tumbling to the mat; the last of his student challengers. A polite round of applause ensued among those assembled (and bruised) for the daily session. Sweat glistened on his shirtless green chest as he stood up straight and looked around the small gym. "Size and strength may help you, and the Master of Masters teaches us to hone our bodies, our most basic tool," he says. "But the wise warrior does not seek to merely overcome his opponent: he assists his foe in defeating himself." Smarting from the fall he just took the young man gets up and takes his place sitting outside the mat, while another student, similarly worn out, pipes up to ask, "Now that we are all thoroughly defeated do you suppose we could have the blessing of Irori?" He was not asking for an intonation. Rather he was hoping that his teacher might use his divine gifts to relieve them of their pains. Urik frowns and gives out a small sigh. "The blessings of Irori are not to be regarded so casually. Part of learning to fight is learning to live with your bumps. This is a form of discipline and," his tone lighten for a moment. "I hear that is popular around these parts." They were just students, after all. Young men and women, practically still children. Some of the more elderly priests might disagree, but one did not need to be unflinchingly serious [I]all[/I] the time. Or maybe that was the orc in him speaking. It hardly mattered. Irori teaches perfecting [I]oneself[/I], not merely perfecting the imitation of an ideal. At that moment one of the acolytes from the adjacent shrine entered and approached the half-orc. Coming in close they silently handed him a sealed letter before nodding to those assembled and then retreating the way they came. "That is probably enough for today," Urik says as he opens the letter. "Go get cleaned up in the baths and then you may take your leave until tomorrow." Inside was a letter from the distinguished Lady Keleri Deverin; an invitation to lunch to discuss - that was interesting: a job. Not so long ago Lady Deverin had been a stranger to him as were most of Magnimar's aristocracy. Urik's own family, the Soladeres, were good and respectable (with at least one notable exception) but they did not have free run of elite circles. Their noble contacts usually stemmed from professional acquaintances and chance encounters. Lady Deverin, a scholar, had contracted with the temple for medical care for a boy in her employ. The senior physician had employed Urik as an attendant when the visited the Keleri estate. The boy had cut himself up pretty good after a nasty fall playing on the estate, and there was some concern about infection. As a medical call it was not much out of the ordinary. But Lady Deverin had received them initially in her an impressive personal library. She had been quite personable, inquiring into their interests, and discovered they discovered that she and Urik shared some similar scholarly pursuits. Ever since she and Urik had met from time to time to discuss their research, and sometimes those chats had led to more personal matters. He had revealed that he was looking to take some time away from the temple and get some more first hand experience out in the world. Apparently Lady Deverin had not forgotten. He found out some time later that the boy, rather than being a Deverin servant, was in fact a member of her family. Urik knew the wealthy could be a bit circumspect about their image and had perhaps not wanted it to get out that someone had been misbehaving. The half-orc moved towards the private baths reserved for servants of Irori and eased himself in to soak for a bit. Even having bested all of the students he was not without bumps and bruises of his own! He was no master boxer, after all. He could not spend too much time resting though: lunch would be in only a couple of hours. So after a short while he gets out and tidies himself up. Despite his more savage relations his aunt had brought him up to be right and proper, clean and presentable. His clothes were not fancy but they were tailored and he kept them neat. Usually that would be good enough for one of his chats with Keleri, but on a hunch he decides to slip his freshly cleaned white and blue tabard on over the top of his clothes. Exiting the shrine Urik puts his hands behind his back and begins a leisurely stroll towards the Deverin estate. [/QUOTE]
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