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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/9/2018 4:50:26 PM
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[spoiler]First post of the new year.
I might reply within a day, if you are lucky.
:)[/spoiler]
[b]Eastern Courtyard, Inner Dojo[/b]
[u]22:36[/u]
[i]The faint glow of green filled the courtyard, accompanied the sound of rushing wind as Shadow practiced.
A swing right, a slash down turned into a roll completed by a hamstring.
Shadow’s fully armored form fought imagined enemies in the moonlight.
A dive under a swing turned into a push off of a rock to sever her non-existing opponent’s head.[/i]
[spoiler]Open to anyone, really.[/spoiler]
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[i]lysanthar walks by. He Stops to say that he was good with the blade. The elven wizard yawned. And than he got an idea. “I see your practicing” the elf starts saying “ I need to test my aim for my spell casting, because apparently everyone is so good at dodging around here. You look like you are practicing fighting, which you are. How about we do some training exercise, I shoot a spell at you and you try to dodge. Deal?” The wizard says [/i]
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[i]Shadow turns to face the elf.[/i] “Why, that sounds almost like a challenge. I shall take it as such.” [i]She places her sword back in its scabbard on her back.[/i] “Make this a challenge!”
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[i]lusanther looks at shadow. “Fine I challenge you to doge all may spells” the elf says [/i]
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“As the challenge is issued, so shall I meet it!” [i]She takes several steps back, placing more room between her and the elf.[/i] “I must warn you, however, that I am not unskilled from the arts of magic myself. I might turn your spells against you for my amusement!” [i]Her dark armor dispels, revealing Shadow in form-fitting armor more suited to a futuristic setting.[/i] “I am ready, elfling!”
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 1/9/2018 8:33:06 PM“You fight well”. Standing to the side observing the person training was a Dragonborn. His scales were gold and glowed in the moonlight. He is 6’ 8” tall. He was heavily armored In plate mail, with a great sword tucked away in its scabbard. He also had a massive shield strapped in his back.
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 1/9/2018 8:47:47 PM“If was poor with a blade, I would not be standing here today.” [i]Shadow turned to inspect the one who comes from dragons.[/i] “You yourself look to be well equipped. Are your weapons well kept?”
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[spoiler] By the way he is a dungeons and dragons Dragonborn not a Skyrim Dragonborn https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0349/73/1411330295990.jpg D&D Dragonborn.[/spoiler] “Yes they are well kept. He pulls out his sword and preforms a few massive swings at a incredible speed for a man, and sword of his size.
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“Good. I was hoping that they were not for show.” [i]Shadow places the sword she was practicing with into a sheath on her back before reaching into a portal that opens before her. She pulls out a sword of bone that is almost as tall as her. A flick of her wrist sends it flying to embed in the ground in front of the child of fire.[/i] “My weapon of choice. Carved from the spine of a great wyrm that crawled in the space between space.”
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“So you killed a dragon”?
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“Amongst many others, yes. You find my weapon offensive?”
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“The Dragonborn starts to transform, he becomes taller and bigger until he turns into a dragon with golden scales. “As Long as the dragons were evil then I’m not offended by your blade”.
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“Then you shall be satisfied that the beast shall no longer consume worlds for its amusement.” [i]The sword sank into the shadow of the dragon, flowing back to Shadow’s hand.[/i]
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“Yes I would be satisfied, I am not a creature of evil, instead I do my best to stop it wherever it might be”.
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“A worthy goal of a child of fire! Burn away the darkness, and seek the light.”
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“Who exactly are you”.
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“Who, or what?” [i]Shadow chuckles.[/i] “I am Shadow. What I am, is far more than that.”
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“Ok shadow what are you”.
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"Um. Excuse me?" A man was standing on the side of the court yard facing to dojo, and looked like he had just sucked a lemon, a quality not helped by the fact he looked absolutely shattered.
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[i]The sword now at his neck probably didn’t help matters.[/i] “Name, reason, point?” [i]A faint glitter is all that gave indication that there was someone underneath the helm.[/i]
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"I desire to cross the courtyard without being decapitated, O nifty one."
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“You shall pass, crafty tongue.” [i]The sword lowered from his neck and Shadow stepped back to allow the man to walk.[/i]
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The man passed him. "I am in your debt, O man of compinsating blades."
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“Thou hast made in error, for I am a woman!” [i]Shadow stared menacingly at the offender.[/i] “I know the armor helps not, but thou canst not mistake my voice!”
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"I must apologise in earnest, iron maiden, for the iron that disguises your face does the same for your voice."
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“The mistake is easily made. For thine honesty, thou shall live.” [i]Shadow steps back once again before moving away to practice.[/i]
