Post by Raven Credale on Aug 3, 2019 7:27:48 GMT -5
Sitting by the fire of the Last Flagon Inn, her sketch book laid beside her on the end table and a cup of warm tea resting in hands. Her hazel eyes watched the flames dance in the hearth before looking away toward the entrance of the inn.
Aella wondered if anyone would pass through the door with the blood of Orcs, goblins or any of the other residents of the Hullack on their armor. She her mind found it to be a probability, yet at the same time if also thought it wouldn't. A soft smile crept to her lips as she looked back to the fire while taking a sip of tea. She thought of one of the people she knew just kicking the door in. Injured but still able to hit something, yet seeing her by the fire would cause them to rush over. Like one would after not seeing a loved one for some time.
A soft chuckle escaped her before she set her cup down. The chances of that happening were slim, or at least she thought they were slim. Regardless of that thought coming to pass or not, Aella knew that returning to Cormyr was better than sitting in Deepingdale and getting information like she was apart of a spy network. That alone made her fell caged, yet she knew she couldn't adventure out with others just yet. She wasn't back in fighting shape yet.
A sigh escaped her as she watched the flames. Her hand twitched a bit as she thought of past events, something she shouldn't have done. After closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, Aella picked up her sketchbook and started to draw. Drawing always made her feel better, it always helped her get what was being pent up inside out. Even if those feelings sometimes lead to the creation of some dark artwork.
Post by davenutninja408 on Aug 4, 2019 2:35:11 GMT -5
A sneaky and lithe half orc, once satisfied with what he sees takes his leave of the last flagon inn, to deliver his report in person; from the Hullack, to Thunderstone he hops the soonest departing ferry to the capital before making his way back to an old fishing warehouse in Marsember. The report reaches the squires ears later that eve, a rare hug is given in return before the squire packs his equipment, and takes his leave.
Sylus Kelton - Follower of the Red Knight, RCMH Squire
Post by Raven Credale on Aug 4, 2019 13:54:29 GMT -5
By the next morning, Aella was outside the inn practicing with a Quarter staff and hitting a make shift dummy with it. Part of her mind wished she had an actual person to spar against as she has neglected her Masters training. But part way through she paused in her training and looked at the staff before turning her attention to her hands. The gears in her head turned as she resumed her training, now combining two of her fighting styles together. One hand used the staff for distant attacks while the free hand could counter close rang.
A rather interesting thought but against a Dummy it wasn't as informative. A sigh escaped her before she set the staff aside then paced back and forth. Her hazel eyes showed she was in deep thought about this, but there was a spark of something else in her eye.
"If I could combine all three of their teachings some how..." Aella muttered to herself as she looked back to the staff. Though she soon rubbed her neck and gently pulled at her choker. Discomfort appeared in her eyes for a moment before it faded away. She hadn't forgotten the reminder that was left there. What the mark now meant to her. But that was all it was to her now, a reminder of what she can't allow again. There was little she could do about the past now, but what she could do now was learn from it and move on. So that's what she did.
She needed to learn to accept the reality of things. To get out of her own head and face the truth. Blindly ignoring it was dooming her to repeat the event later on. It was time for her to stop playing the victim and start taking action. But first she needed to accept who she was. Who she really was. And that was a monk who could fight with a staff in one hand and a sword in another. But part of her mind was nearly hellbent on obtaining a Naginata now.
"I'm sure with that I could combine all three teachings into one...it would make sense. Rei Ming was about grace and flowing like water. Lin-Shoo wanted attacks to be swift but powerful, and Xio Zhang wanted things to be balanced or easily adapt to the situation at hand." Aella murmured more to herself then lightly knocked her knuckles into her forehead. As if to tell herself she was talking to herself again, something she knew she had a bad habit of doing when alone. But it did help her think through things better than try and maul them over in her head like she would with others around.
Post by davenutninja408 on Aug 5, 2019 14:32:23 GMT -5
He had to catch a late ferry from the capital before he finally arrived in Thunderstone, he made his usual rounds, salutes and hails where required. He stopped by the RCMH hq and did his usual tasks seeing to the stables and making sure things around the outpost looked in order before he ventured into the Hullack. His journeys here had been few and dangerous, most of those hunts were alone, as patrols with his superiors and fellow squires had been few to non existent in the recent months. But as usual, he found his way to the Last Flagon and watched the recovering monk with a quiet smile. "Quarter staff? Never seen you use one of those before. New talent?" He chortled before approaching and holding his hands out offering... a cupcake. It was clear the squire had missed Aella, his eyes shining as if withholding tears. "I'm glad you made it back."
Sylus Kelton - Follower of the Red Knight, RCMH Squire
Post by TheArchivist on Aug 5, 2019 16:18:24 GMT -5
A frail looking elven figure is often a seen in and around the Last Flagon.
He comes and goes. Sometimes he is there for a few minutes, other times he is there for a few days.
His visit, when staying, always starts the same. He appears out of thin air. Usually smoking a jet black Cigar. The embers of which barely penetrate the magical darkness within his hood. He purchases the same meal, beef and cheese, and then takes up residence at a Table to the right of the door towards the shop. He then quietly smokes, eats and drinks. A jet black cat is also seen in the area when he is around. Sometimes he is mousing, sometimes he is just strutting about.
Occasionally the Elf would one and observe the training and activities of the individual practising. He would say little, unless addressed, just quietly observing and smoking. He always has an old and peeling black leather book strapped to his belt and his sword gives off a faint dull glow through it:s hilt.
Post by Raven Credale on Aug 5, 2019 22:42:57 GMT -5
Upon hearing a familiar voice, the half elven monk smiled and looked over to the squire. "Well I had to show back up eventually. As for the staff, I've always known how to use one. Well that Master Xio had a habit of hitting me on the head with hers." A small sheepish chuckle left her before she took the cupcake that was offered and nodded her thanks.
A thing to note about this woman was that unless she was spoken to or around those she knew, Aella was more than likely to be observant of her surroundings. Never one to speak out unless she felt the need to but never one to turn away from trying to help others.
"I was actually thinking about seeing if a blacksmith knew how to make a Naginata at some point." Aella continued as she spoke to the squire. "Something in my gut tells me that with a weapon like that, I could combine the teachings of my masters into one."
Post by Raven Credale on Aug 9, 2019 6:56:38 GMT -5
With her days continuing to pass by with little to no excitement outside her training, Aella sits quietly under a tree eating a roll of bread. Her quarter staff leans against her shoulder before a raven with blue tipped feathers lands on her knee. Tied to it's right foot is a small scroll of paper.
"Huh...well guess I popped back into Cormyr when things were getting chaotic. I must have some horrible luck if chaotic things are becoming my normal day to day stuff." She muttered to herself after reading the piece of paper. "Kinda glad I'm not ready to fight armies yet. Not when I've got a score to settle with a certain someone first."