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Q'Barra: Facing Truth
- Thread starter Pebele
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Rolzup
First Post
Pebele said:
Darrick throws an ironic salute at the boy's back, chuckling quietly. Good to see such enthusiasm in one so young.
Smiling again, he heads towards his quarters. Equipment to pack, weapons to sharpen, armor to oil. And sleep to get, eventually. Host knows, it'll be in short supply in the weeks to come.
Rookseye
Explorer
"Is it not your name, Trenchbucket?"
The shifter's brow furrows slightly as he sounds it out again...
"Trench...Buck...et?"
[sblock] Sepoto simply cannot understand or pronounce Trebuchet for some reason. Given that he at least knows that all warforged seem to be named after 'things', and having never heard of the various names given to exotic field artillery, he has cleaved on to a compound word that makes sense at least to him. If it is getting old let me know, lol, and I will start writing it correctly.
As a funny aside, I was about 10 years old when the Battletech 3025 technical readout came out, and my brother consistently referred to the mech known as the Trebuchet ('Tray-bu-shay') as the "Trenchbucket". I always thought it was pretty funny when I finally learned the correct pronounciation! [/sblock]
The shifter's brow furrows slightly as he sounds it out again...
"Trench...Buck...et?"
[sblock] Sepoto simply cannot understand or pronounce Trebuchet for some reason. Given that he at least knows that all warforged seem to be named after 'things', and having never heard of the various names given to exotic field artillery, he has cleaved on to a compound word that makes sense at least to him. If it is getting old let me know, lol, and I will start writing it correctly.
As a funny aside, I was about 10 years old when the Battletech 3025 technical readout came out, and my brother consistently referred to the mech known as the Trebuchet ('Tray-bu-shay') as the "Trenchbucket". I always thought it was pretty funny when I finally learned the correct pronounciation! [/sblock]
(hah! no no, not getting old...I just felt I should have him address it to stay IC. 
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The warforged regards Sepoto for a moment, then says, "Other people sometimes call me 'Treb' or 'Trey' as foreshortenings of what is apparently an unusually long name. You man, if you wish, avail yourself of this solution. Or continue using trenchbucket if you prefer. I simply wished to understand your motives."
He nods to Kaelan.
"I will take my leave then, and meet you all tomorrow morning."
)The warforged regards Sepoto for a moment, then says, "Other people sometimes call me 'Treb' or 'Trey' as foreshortenings of what is apparently an unusually long name. You man, if you wish, avail yourself of this solution. Or continue using trenchbucket if you prefer. I simply wished to understand your motives."
He nods to Kaelan.
"I will take my leave then, and meet you all tomorrow morning."
EvolutionKB
First Post
After speaking with Sepoto and Trebuchet, Kaelan takes a hot bath to rest his aching leg, then retires to bed.
Rookseye
Explorer
After bidding good eve to Kaelan and Trebuchet, Sepoto makes for the tree that Iliana found him in this morning.
When he arrives at the large banyan, he shifts in a blur of motion, going to all fours and then leaping in a single bound. Nearly twenty feet in the air, he grasps the nearest branch and begins pulling himself up limb over limb in a flurry of movement, until he reaches the highest boughs. The moons stare back at him like calm witnesses, as he settles into the 'y-shaped' nook where he so often sleeps.
Sepoto frowns as he closes his eyes. It was over a year ago that he buried his old master Othos beneath this banyan...but it seems like yesterday. There had not been a night since he had done so that he did not sleep in this very spot. He missed him dearly, but Sepoto also knew that he would have been proud of his pupil today.
As the shifter settles himself in for his rest, he listens for the voice of I'Katra again, but only hears the gentle sighing of the jungle wind.
When he arrives at the large banyan, he shifts in a blur of motion, going to all fours and then leaping in a single bound. Nearly twenty feet in the air, he grasps the nearest branch and begins pulling himself up limb over limb in a flurry of movement, until he reaches the highest boughs. The moons stare back at him like calm witnesses, as he settles into the 'y-shaped' nook where he so often sleeps.
Sepoto frowns as he closes his eyes. It was over a year ago that he buried his old master Othos beneath this banyan...but it seems like yesterday. There had not been a night since he had done so that he did not sleep in this very spot. He missed him dearly, but Sepoto also knew that he would have been proud of his pupil today.
As the shifter settles himself in for his rest, he listens for the voice of I'Katra again, but only hears the gentle sighing of the jungle wind.
Pebele
First Post
Time, as it so often does, seems to defy its own laws as the students completed their tasks before bed. It seemed that they had all just started to rest when the first light of dawn peeked across the Academy’s courtyard.
The birds suddenly came to life, and even the most dedicated sleeper couldn’t help but be disturbed by their constant singing.
Not to be outdone, the church bells began to ring. The Academy had its own schedule to keep, and it cared not for how tired some of its students may be.
Master Rodrick had been up before dawn, of course, and had readied Steadfast. He knew not where Darrick was going, he only knew that the young man had been assigned a task. Now he had Steadfast ready to go, and attended to his other duties. Surely Darrick would be along shortly to gather his mount.
Sentinel was always up, always doing something. But as the day started for the very small ones, he found himself thinking of Catherine. He had been handed so many very small ones over the years, he did not understand why Catherine had always been on his mind. He did not understand, but he found himself thinking that he would very much like to see her again, and he very much wanted her to be safe.
Argent rose before dawn and completed his morning exercises in silence. There was no reason to worry about Kaelan, and yet there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But, Kaelan had to grow up some time. He had to stand on his own, and he had to face his own demons, nothing that Argent could say or do would speed up the process. Argent only hoped that Kaelan would grow up before it was too late.
Headmaster Goludov slept fitfully. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he was forgetting. He had started to doubt himself in his middle-age, and that was unbecoming of someone in his position. He decided that he would see the students off, and hastily rushed through his morning routine.
Students with early classes were already filtering on to the Academy grounds when Goludov reached the stable. He figured that Darrick would take Steadfast, and so he thought the stable was the best place to big farewell to the group.
Anyone may act. Time to get started for real!
The birds suddenly came to life, and even the most dedicated sleeper couldn’t help but be disturbed by their constant singing.
Not to be outdone, the church bells began to ring. The Academy had its own schedule to keep, and it cared not for how tired some of its students may be.
Master Rodrick had been up before dawn, of course, and had readied Steadfast. He knew not where Darrick was going, he only knew that the young man had been assigned a task. Now he had Steadfast ready to go, and attended to his other duties. Surely Darrick would be along shortly to gather his mount.
Sentinel was always up, always doing something. But as the day started for the very small ones, he found himself thinking of Catherine. He had been handed so many very small ones over the years, he did not understand why Catherine had always been on his mind. He did not understand, but he found himself thinking that he would very much like to see her again, and he very much wanted her to be safe.
Argent rose before dawn and completed his morning exercises in silence. There was no reason to worry about Kaelan, and yet there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But, Kaelan had to grow up some time. He had to stand on his own, and he had to face his own demons, nothing that Argent could say or do would speed up the process. Argent only hoped that Kaelan would grow up before it was too late.
Headmaster Goludov slept fitfully. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he was forgetting. He had started to doubt himself in his middle-age, and that was unbecoming of someone in his position. He decided that he would see the students off, and hastily rushed through his morning routine.
Students with early classes were already filtering on to the Academy grounds when Goludov reached the stable. He figured that Darrick would take Steadfast, and so he thought the stable was the best place to big farewell to the group.
Anyone may act. Time to get started for real!
EvolutionKB
First Post
Kaelan
The morning comes too quickly for Kaelan, he spends much of the night awake, thinking of the possible outcomes that would happen if it came down to combating the lizardfolk. He climbs out of bed and does a quick set of exercises to wake his muscles. After strapping on his armor and weapons, Kaelan grabs a mango from a bowl near his bedside. He had grabbed the fruit on the way to bed last night, for a quick breakfast this morning. As he hungrily ate the sweet fruit, he checked his backpack again to make sure he had everything. Finally ready to go, Kaelan takes a seat on the dew-covered grass outside the sleeping chambers as he waits for his companions.
The morning comes too quickly for Kaelan, he spends much of the night awake, thinking of the possible outcomes that would happen if it came down to combating the lizardfolk. He climbs out of bed and does a quick set of exercises to wake his muscles. After strapping on his armor and weapons, Kaelan grabs a mango from a bowl near his bedside. He had grabbed the fruit on the way to bed last night, for a quick breakfast this morning. As he hungrily ate the sweet fruit, he checked his backpack again to make sure he had everything. Finally ready to go, Kaelan takes a seat on the dew-covered grass outside the sleeping chambers as he waits for his companions.
Rolzup
First Post
Shouldering his pack, Darrick stretches and twists for a moment. The armor feels good, not restricting his motions, and he gives a satisfied nod. He buckles on his sword, balances it with his mace, and then stops, lost in thought as he stares at his shield, its face still covered by canvas. "It's time," he says aloud. "Past time, in fact." He strips the cover away for the first time in almost five years, and looks at the device that now stands revaaled.
Argent, a Manticore rampant sable, above a sword fesswise gules.
[sblock]
Assuming I have my heraldic terms correct -- hardly a safe assumption -- it's a black manticore rearing upon a a field of white, above a red sword pointing to the viewer's left.[/sblock]
"I will prove worthy," he whispers, bowing his head.
Darrick comes striding across the courtyard a few minutes later, his steps sure and his head high. He stops sharply upon seeing the headmaster, comes immediately to attention, clicking his boots together.
"I am here, sir. And ready."
Argent, a Manticore rampant sable, above a sword fesswise gules.
[sblock]
Assuming I have my heraldic terms correct -- hardly a safe assumption -- it's a black manticore rearing upon a a field of white, above a red sword pointing to the viewer's left.[/sblock]
"I will prove worthy," he whispers, bowing his head.
Darrick comes striding across the courtyard a few minutes later, his steps sure and his head high. He stops sharply upon seeing the headmaster, comes immediately to attention, clicking his boots together.
"I am here, sir. And ready."
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