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Soldier Falora Tilde
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Thu May 25, 2006 01:51
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After twenty odd minutes, the SeiíTar finally decided to call a halt to the game, gathering the trainees into a cluster in front of him. Once all had gathered, Harin began the lesson proper by giving some background about the importance of stretches and other warm up exercises before doing any form of sword work.

Falora listened to the familiar warnings and admonitions, these were things she had heard countless times in her previous life. A former Fist of Heaven, she had received fair amounts of training in basic swordsmanship, though their weapon of choice was the lightning swift rapier rather than a heavier longsword. Both weapons operated rather differently. Falora expected that she would be learning something new this day.

Harin continued with his lesson, moving on to the philosophies of fighting. The former Soldier listened carefully. Her instructors on the other side of the ocean had taught much the same things Harin was saying now. Had these principles been in place since the time of Hawkwing himself?

The SeiíTar spoke of the Void, a meditative state where one shut out all emotions and floated in an emptiness that allowed separation from reality. Its opposing counterpart was the full fledged embracing of emotions, an outpouring of expression, the embodiment of passion and exuberance. Of course, anger and hatred served just as well. The focus here was more on instinct than on rational thought.

Next to be presented were the five styles or schools of combat. Falora listened, trying to keep her mind open despite what she had previously been taught. As with all lessons, there were few truly impartial instructors.

Governing the physical aspects of combat, each school had a different emphasis, ranging from the Scales of Power, the discipline of strength and endurance. Fighters of this style prized heavy, overpowering strokes.

Next came Mo'kai'la, a discipline that prized precision of the forms over anything else. One of the most hotly debated among her former instructors, some had derided practitioners of the style as being inflexible, bound forever to the precise application of the form and unable to improvise. Its proponents, however, argued that with perfect mastery, one could find a form for any situation.

The Path of Water and Thunder on the Ocean followed. Rather similar styles, both involved the principle of attacking from behind a solid defence. The latter prizing surgical strikes while the former remained mainly defensive.

Finally, there was the style that Falora herself preferred. The Way of the Wind. An offensive style, speed and precision took precedence over heavy blows. Most of the men and women within the Fists of Heaven favoured this attack style, suited as it was to their battle tactics and psyche.

Around her, Falora listened to a low muttering among the newer trainees, some of whom had had no prior exposure to such information. She smiled a little when the memory of the awe she had felt on first hearing such things surfaced. It had been another lifetime ago.

In front of the class, Harin SeiíTar had proceeded to demonstrate the five basic guard stances. The Los, Taer, Rahien, Mosiev and Val. All were familiar, though subtly different. Each stance held the same basic shape that she knew but contained minor changes in position and angle. She would examine these differences when she had the time, to examine the advantages of each version.

Once he was done demonstrating, Harin lined up his entire class, quizzing them individually their choice of philosophy and discipline. As his gaze fell on her, Falora receded into military discipline. Her heels clicked together as she brought herself to attention, answering crisply.

ďEmotions are my way, SeiíTar, as is the Way of the Wind.Ē A few more questions convinced him that she knew what was going on and Harin moved on. Once everyone was done, Harin began running the assembled students through the five guard positions.

Falora herself moved fairly smoothly, though she drew some of the SeiíTarís ire for what he referred to as her ďconsistently poor concept of anglesĒ.



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    • The Forms to Success!Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Wed May 31 05:18
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      • Swing it, shake it, move it, Spar it.Harin Rieldred, Sei'Tar, Sun Jun 11 05:47
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        • Lesson ClosedRick, Tue Jun 20 04:13
          Nice job guys. Thanks to all who took part. Credit is awarded to: Sarin, Aethan'Tar Riani, Aethan'Tar Valla, Aethan'Tar Sirestes, Aethan'Tar. I will be e-mailing Jeremy with credit later today. So... more
        • To Be Practical or Orthodox?Sirestes Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 18 08:04
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        • An Expected LossRiani Aethan'Tar, Wed Jun 14 13:55
          Sparring, Riani thought, gritting her teeth, oh, thatís just great. Excellent. Her mouth should have been dripping with the sarcasm of her unspoken words, but Riani had had sixteen years of practise... more
        • Wood as SteelSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 11 18:08
          Sarin scratched his chin as he listened to the SeiíTar lay out the rules for their spars. He smirked when he heard that if you got hit in the leg you lost use of it, he couldnít imagine himself... more
      • Give It All, or Give It UpValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat Jun 10 11:46
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      • Four in SuccessionSirestes Aethan'Tar, Sun Jun 4 08:40
        Once all had been said and done, and once Sirestes, breathing more heavily than he might have liked to, could lower the wooden lathe in tandem with the rest of the trainees, the lesson could... more
      • Dancing Cats & Kissing HummingbirdsSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Fri Jun 2 22:10
        The lathe in his hands began to irritate Sarin as he shifted it from stance to stance and back again. He snuck a quick glance down at them and noticed that his right hand was now a bright red. He... more
      • No Pain No Gain, Right?Riani Aethan'Tar, Thu Jun 1 10:47
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    • Decision and IndecisionSirestes Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 14:42
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    • Now this is what I call a work-out!Riani Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 12:36
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    • Try, Try AgainValla Karajan, Aethan'Tar, Sat May 27 03:46
      Pressing the back of her clammy fingers to her red cheek Valla took no more than a moment to collect herself. The game had truly woken her up, she now pulsed with energy. In fact, rather too much... more
    • Super-conducting loopSarin Cordana - Aethan'Tar, Fri May 26 17:52
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    • New and Old — Soldier Falora Tilde, Thu May 25 01:51
    • Low Wind RisingTain Aethan'Tar, Thu May 25 00:47
      When the SeiíTar began to describe the two different types of philosophies, Tain smiled slightly to himself. Faoelin had drilled the Flame and the Void into his head, as forcefully as she could,... more
    • Rinse and repeatAccepted Celeste Illharess, Wed May 24 23:30
      Finally, the game drew to a close as the SeiíTar, one Harin, called the group to gather. He began the lesson proper by touching first on the philosophies of fighting, the schools of thought that... more
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