Raichu Master
...who?
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- Seen Aug 3, 2008
"I'll go to the weapons master now," Alvender nodded, not bothering to chase after Skye, he fully understood her, he was probably the only one here that understood how Skye was feeling right now. He didn't completely understand, but he was an elf, he didn't need to completely understand, he understood nevertheless. He understood that someone near and dear to her had been lost this day, he could tell in the way she moved when they walked out of his room.
"Very well, meet me in the courtyard when you're finished," Lucas nodded in reply. Bidding him farewell, Lucas disappeared, as all wizards do, leaving him in thought and in action.
Entering what seemed to be the training grounds for combat, Alvender was caught off guard by the point of a sword coming out at him. Blocking the first easy enough, Alvender found himself struggling to get his scimitar out in time to block the second one. The weaponsmaster, or who he presumed to be the weaponsmaster, kept coming in hard, forcing Alvender on the defense. Pumping both arms back and forth, trying to block each incoming attack.
Having enough of this, Alvender threw his broadsword out in a defensive position that blocked off the intruder from getting any clear hits. In the next second, Alvender lifted his shield, and sent his scimitar inlow. Alvender's eyes widened, as a foot stomped down on the blade, making it impossible for him to continue with his broadsword. Reversing his grip, Alvender pulled upwards,trying to tcut into his opponents leg, instead the intruder used the acceleration to launch himself upwards, and flip back 50 feet from Alvender.
To Alvender's surprise, the him was actually a her! "The weapons master I presume?" Alvender said, being the first to talk between the both of them as they studied each other.
"Don't bother explaining, I know all about you, Alvender Con'Tirna," she said again as she walked gracefully passed Alvender and put her two swords on a rack. Alvender's jaw dropped to the ground, did everyone here know who he was!?
"How could I not?" she continued, her facial and physical features hidden under a robe. This drew Alvender's attention fully on her, what did she mean by that?
'There's really something I should tell you...' his mother's voice said, a bit hesitantly.
'What now?' Alvender asked, not likeing the tone of her voice.
'You have a sister...she went off to train and become a warrior for the imperialist several centuries before you came along...' his mother's voice said, shame for not telling him earlier when she was alive was hinted in her voice.
'You mean she's...' Alvender started but finished the sentence out loud, "my sister!?"
Before the weapons master could even think about what Alvender had said, his mother chimed in, 'Yes.'
Again Alvender's jaw dropped to the ground at the news. Could today get any weirder!? First he falls in love with a female wizard, then he's forced to give up a lot of his memories, now he finds out he has a sister!
The woman pulled the hood of her robe back to reveal that she was in fact an elf. She had the same sapphire eyes as him, even the same shade of brown, but it was longer than his and pulled into a ponytail. She was a lot paler than him, since he was a slave and she was obviously living out the compliments of being born to two great warriors. Taking off her heavy robe, to reveal splint armor, that was probably reinforced with mythril chained mail. From the form of her armor, she was a slim and as eligant as any elf would ever hope to be. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.
"Welcome, I am Alicia Con'Tirna, the finest weapons master in all of the imperial army, and I dare say even finer than the rebel army," she said with a graceful bow. "And obviously your sister," she added, seeming to forget and not to care.
"You fight like a girl," Alvender said narrowing his eyes, not letting his guard down, not even for his own kin. He reminded himself the only person he could really trust was Skye. "I'd hate to see what the other's are like, if you can confidently say you're the best." Alvender spat.
"I'm a good hundred years and then some older than you. I'd watch your mouth if I were you," Alicia reminded him, but the snort Alvender gave her in replied told her he didn't care how much older she was.
'Now children, quit bickering,' her mother's voice scolded in both of their minds. Alvender found that Alicia wasn't as shocked to see him or hear from their mother. Obviously Alicia wielded the swords he had now until he called them to his side.
"Mother may have trained you well. But father trained me better," Alvender smirked, catching Alicia off guard.
"Mother was always the better fighter," Alicia said just as coldly.
"Not so, if I remember correctly, father was the one that last saved our mother's life. Putting the score at 10-2 in favor of father," Alvender countered coolly, Alvender liked being in command, as he could see Alicia was losing her temper.
'Children! Behave yourselves! We always considered ourselves equals, so your bickering is meaningless. It is true that your father trained you from a younger age, and I dare say better than I could have done with Alicia. But she has the experience over you,' their mother said, scolding both at the same time.
"Told you so," Alvender said with a grin, not out of pleasure, but out of the fact that even though she was older, he was the more temperate out of the two.
"You're still my apprentice," Alicia said.
"Says who!?" Alvender growled, returning to all the memories that were locked away, becoming his distant self again.
Alicia noted the change quickly, was a little set back at how defensive he was being. "You're an elf, so start acting like one. Your tongue may be sharp, but your brain needs to be a lot sharper. Your blade may be sharp, but your skills are dull and imperfected, unlike the blades you proudly wield," Alicia said, making sure to keep this as professional a relationship as possible.
"I thought elves didn't take sides in a war," Alvender noted, elves normally claimed neutrality unless they had to fight.
"So did I, but then I laid eyes on you," Alicia snorted.
"I had no choice. You have no clue what I've been through," Alvender countered.
"Nor do I care. Pity is for the weak. Here at the academy, you'll be learning your technique from me. You will learn how to rely on yourself, and not go searching for someone to pity you. You may have Skye, and Skye may have you. Yes I know about her and you, I'm an elf, a more powerful elf than you give credit. While your with me, there will be no arguing, the first smart comment I hear from your lip, I'll cut you down," Alicia said sternly, her voice become gruff like a drill sargents.
"I was trained by-" Alvender started but Alicia quickly broke it.
"For three whole years. I've been trained by both mother and father for a 10 centuries. You are just a maggot. Now listen up, and listen good. I'm only going to tell you this once. You address me by 'ma'am' when where here, and when you cross paths. Never call me anything but. If you do you'll die. Second, get yourself out of those rediculous robes! Who dressed you? A worm? Who would dress in seuded robes? Get some new ones one, and get some battle armor under that while your at it. Then get back here in two hours! NOW GO!" Alicia growled as she watched Alvender take his leave.
"Very well, meet me in the courtyard when you're finished," Lucas nodded in reply. Bidding him farewell, Lucas disappeared, as all wizards do, leaving him in thought and in action.
Entering what seemed to be the training grounds for combat, Alvender was caught off guard by the point of a sword coming out at him. Blocking the first easy enough, Alvender found himself struggling to get his scimitar out in time to block the second one. The weaponsmaster, or who he presumed to be the weaponsmaster, kept coming in hard, forcing Alvender on the defense. Pumping both arms back and forth, trying to block each incoming attack.
Having enough of this, Alvender threw his broadsword out in a defensive position that blocked off the intruder from getting any clear hits. In the next second, Alvender lifted his shield, and sent his scimitar inlow. Alvender's eyes widened, as a foot stomped down on the blade, making it impossible for him to continue with his broadsword. Reversing his grip, Alvender pulled upwards,trying to tcut into his opponents leg, instead the intruder used the acceleration to launch himself upwards, and flip back 50 feet from Alvender.
To Alvender's surprise, the him was actually a her! "The weapons master I presume?" Alvender said, being the first to talk between the both of them as they studied each other.
"Don't bother explaining, I know all about you, Alvender Con'Tirna," she said again as she walked gracefully passed Alvender and put her two swords on a rack. Alvender's jaw dropped to the ground, did everyone here know who he was!?
"How could I not?" she continued, her facial and physical features hidden under a robe. This drew Alvender's attention fully on her, what did she mean by that?
'There's really something I should tell you...' his mother's voice said, a bit hesitantly.
'What now?' Alvender asked, not likeing the tone of her voice.
'You have a sister...she went off to train and become a warrior for the imperialist several centuries before you came along...' his mother's voice said, shame for not telling him earlier when she was alive was hinted in her voice.
'You mean she's...' Alvender started but finished the sentence out loud, "my sister!?"
Before the weapons master could even think about what Alvender had said, his mother chimed in, 'Yes.'
Again Alvender's jaw dropped to the ground at the news. Could today get any weirder!? First he falls in love with a female wizard, then he's forced to give up a lot of his memories, now he finds out he has a sister!
The woman pulled the hood of her robe back to reveal that she was in fact an elf. She had the same sapphire eyes as him, even the same shade of brown, but it was longer than his and pulled into a ponytail. She was a lot paler than him, since he was a slave and she was obviously living out the compliments of being born to two great warriors. Taking off her heavy robe, to reveal splint armor, that was probably reinforced with mythril chained mail. From the form of her armor, she was a slim and as eligant as any elf would ever hope to be. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.
"Welcome, I am Alicia Con'Tirna, the finest weapons master in all of the imperial army, and I dare say even finer than the rebel army," she said with a graceful bow. "And obviously your sister," she added, seeming to forget and not to care.
"You fight like a girl," Alvender said narrowing his eyes, not letting his guard down, not even for his own kin. He reminded himself the only person he could really trust was Skye. "I'd hate to see what the other's are like, if you can confidently say you're the best." Alvender spat.
"I'm a good hundred years and then some older than you. I'd watch your mouth if I were you," Alicia reminded him, but the snort Alvender gave her in replied told her he didn't care how much older she was.
'Now children, quit bickering,' her mother's voice scolded in both of their minds. Alvender found that Alicia wasn't as shocked to see him or hear from their mother. Obviously Alicia wielded the swords he had now until he called them to his side.
"Mother may have trained you well. But father trained me better," Alvender smirked, catching Alicia off guard.
"Mother was always the better fighter," Alicia said just as coldly.
"Not so, if I remember correctly, father was the one that last saved our mother's life. Putting the score at 10-2 in favor of father," Alvender countered coolly, Alvender liked being in command, as he could see Alicia was losing her temper.
'Children! Behave yourselves! We always considered ourselves equals, so your bickering is meaningless. It is true that your father trained you from a younger age, and I dare say better than I could have done with Alicia. But she has the experience over you,' their mother said, scolding both at the same time.
"Told you so," Alvender said with a grin, not out of pleasure, but out of the fact that even though she was older, he was the more temperate out of the two.
"You're still my apprentice," Alicia said.
"Says who!?" Alvender growled, returning to all the memories that were locked away, becoming his distant self again.
Alicia noted the change quickly, was a little set back at how defensive he was being. "You're an elf, so start acting like one. Your tongue may be sharp, but your brain needs to be a lot sharper. Your blade may be sharp, but your skills are dull and imperfected, unlike the blades you proudly wield," Alicia said, making sure to keep this as professional a relationship as possible.
"I thought elves didn't take sides in a war," Alvender noted, elves normally claimed neutrality unless they had to fight.
"So did I, but then I laid eyes on you," Alicia snorted.
"I had no choice. You have no clue what I've been through," Alvender countered.
"Nor do I care. Pity is for the weak. Here at the academy, you'll be learning your technique from me. You will learn how to rely on yourself, and not go searching for someone to pity you. You may have Skye, and Skye may have you. Yes I know about her and you, I'm an elf, a more powerful elf than you give credit. While your with me, there will be no arguing, the first smart comment I hear from your lip, I'll cut you down," Alicia said sternly, her voice become gruff like a drill sargents.
"I was trained by-" Alvender started but Alicia quickly broke it.
"For three whole years. I've been trained by both mother and father for a 10 centuries. You are just a maggot. Now listen up, and listen good. I'm only going to tell you this once. You address me by 'ma'am' when where here, and when you cross paths. Never call me anything but. If you do you'll die. Second, get yourself out of those rediculous robes! Who dressed you? A worm? Who would dress in seuded robes? Get some new ones one, and get some battle armor under that while your at it. Then get back here in two hours! NOW GO!" Alicia growled as she watched Alvender take his leave.