How to Analyze a Fight
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.
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.
Terrasylvae still chooses those who walk in its shaded paths and byways. Why, no one can say, but it is not the personalities of men who decide who enters and who leaves: it’s the woods itself, listening for the souls who long for more than life can give, who long for a second chance. The worthy are always found within the borders of Terrasylvae.
“You cannot escape the inevitable, I will have your world for my own,” the voice was dark, guttural and inhuman. And it came from the creature chained against the wall. Veron gazed back and realized her eyes were no longer their purple vibrant color, but rather void, full of power and malicious intent.
Now Bush Mill wasn’t much of a village, but it suited Kane’s goal to travel with little effort. It got its name for the mill that ran with the steady stream. The rest of the buildings just cropped up overtime, filling in the necessities of those who lived there until it got its name on the map. It was quaint. Nice.
Kane couldn’t imagine living in Bush Mill.
The fight became a dance like, tug of war, in a rain of ash and sparks; the whole scene back-lit by burning homes and trees.
Every three weeks you have an opportunity to dedicate time towards your own goals, along side your fellow fighters. Do you take full advantage of it?
Karinith Grier, if you leave this place without trying an adventure, I’ll never forgive you.
Her own thoughts startled her, but they were right. Home was always waiting for her, home would always be there.
But an adventure waits for no one. They were just as restless as she was.
I decided to make a small story about how Sylas gains his curiosity in cooking… however I must apologize to Shay for Sylas only adds to her shop‘s recent misfortune. – Sylas Iorundr
One day the boy was scavenging for fruit when he heard the sound of metal striking metal. He went to have a look, and witnessed fencers fighting bandits. He saw a bandit sneaking up on one of the fencers, and so he shouted a warning.
In the depths of Woodland resides a place that is only rumored of by outsiders. A place of magic ruled by the Fey, with a queen as beautiful and as fickle as nature herself. The Fairy Glen.
His father was not within the delicately put together pure white bed he was before. He felt a cold steel nibble upon his neck and froze, listening to the loud heartbeat that echoed throughout the room.
“Who are you to enter this sacred place, monster?” A voice resounded.
“Who are you to call your son a monster?” Veron replied.
Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.
In art, a Study is a drawing, sketch or painting done in preparation for a more elaborate piece. Studies are often used to understand the problems involved and to understand a particular skill or subject in more detail. In this Woodland Watch, we can apply that skill to fencing.
Off a well hidden branch of a river are secret Limestone caves. Very few know its location and even fewer can navigate the paths there. It’s said it takes the luck of the fey to find it. A secret haven to those in greatest need. Also a wonderful place to have adventures that border on the otherworldly.
Fencing can frustrate us, it can infuriate us, it can confound us and inspire us. There is always more to learn, and I love it!