Blackkoven’s Captain, Part 7: Ranger’s Rescue
There was a subtle change in the glint off Evanlyn’s arrow, and Shay realized it was now pointing directly at her.
There was a subtle change in the glint off Evanlyn’s arrow, and Shay realized it was now pointing directly at her.
Lorcan expected that perhaps they would roll out some long red ribbon for him to walk on, and would play trumpets at his return. But, that would be ridiculous. Long red ribbons were expensive and impractical, and trumpets weren’t to be invented for several centuries.
She however paused as he held out his pay, seeming to recognize him. “Wait, what’s your name?”
“Veron Tepes, son of Vlad,” Veron replied, setting down his payment as she seemed to refuse to give him his loaf, eyeing him up and down, trying to recognize where she’d seen him before.
Nearly every person has experienced being in “the zone,” that place we reach in our minds when our best fencing happens seamlessly.
Yet despite the legends and dangers present, still people try to reach the tops of these stone columns, only to fall to their deaths below. There are some skeptics who don’t believe that there’s anything at the top of these stones at all, that they’re myths created by vindictive people, or even Haute himself.
He was beginning to understand why the Lime Sink was so hard to find.
For a moment he feared the dream that had woken him was more than a dream, and that he was once again in the time before time; that he had somehow returned to the age of Gods.
He didn’t want to die, but if he was going to, it seemed better to him to cross the Styx from this place than on some forsaken battle ground, fighting some other man’s war.
“Besides, where better to put a village than where no one is looking? And where better to place a path than where no one expects it?”
For whatever reason, on this particular day, Karinith couldn’t go more than a few steps outside the village before she suddenly found herself right back where she left. At first, Karinith thought it nothing more than choosing the wrong path. But when all the paths into the woods were closed to her, her annoyance grew into frustration. It was far from done with her…
Inkom is a land well-known in Terrasylvae for its savage people. Anyone who goes to Inkom is presumed to be lost forever, and will NOT be rescued. So why did Miren & Shay decide to go?
I don’t believe that any of the three types of fighters are better than one or the other. I believe that they are merely three different ways of approaching the art of fencing. But now that the general idea of the theory has been covered, let me explain how color comes into play
There were heavy and acrid smells too, familiar but not so comforting; sweat, smoke, wet leather, metal, wool soaked with blood. It smelled like dawn, it smelled like battle.
While Veron and Vlad are deciphering what creature it is they are currently studying, Blackkoven is planning something mischievous…
Learning to analyze a fight is a crucial skill for every fencer. We can all benefit from breaking a fight down into smaller, more manageable pieces.