Cut n Thrust (TS: 12/23/14)

[MM/NPL Dustin]

Dex stands with his feet parted, his scimitar in his left hand, his right arm tucked behind his back. He steps forward and performs a combination of two downward diagonal strokes. He appears to be focusing on his feet, as he keeps looking down with each stroke. Every time he strikes, he steps forward then back, light on the balls of his feet.

[Sigurd Vask]

Grimnir watches casually and drums his fingers over the hilt of his bastard sword, red hood pulled up over his head and shading his gaze.

[MM/NPL Dustin]

Dex sweeps the scimitar in an upward stroke, but it slips from his left hand and flies through the air, embedding itself into a nearby tree. "Oh sod... this bloody sword is going to be duller than I am by the end of the day." He walks over and grips the hilt, pulling it from the tree limb, then examines the damage to the blade's edge.

[Alaxel Vane]

Alaxel Vane slips silently beside Grimnir to watch. Under her arm is a freshly baked loaf of bread from the tavern, pleasantly warm in the crisp-cold day. Her hood is dropped, and her three masks hang idly off her belt.

"Now what did that poor tree do to deserve this treatment?" She quips jokingly when Dex's sword performs its aerial feat into the trunk.

At the same time she tears off a chunk of bread and offers it to Grimnir.

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Sits watching from the porch of one of the cabins*

[Sigurd Vask]

Grimnir takes the piece of bread and takes a small bite, "I have no idea." Grimnir looks around, noticing Drakkon and chuckling.

"Drakkon! You making the poor lad do this?" His voice loud enough to carry to the cabins.

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Shakes his head slowly from side to side*

Nay. The boy knows he needs to stay sharp on his own. Especially with the pig stick he is practicing with. I'm just making sure he doesn't bleed out if he takes off one of his own fingers or hands.

[Sigurd Vask]

"Fair enough." Grimnir leaning back against one of the poles on the outer area of the tavern, "As you can see, Alaxel, people here seem to know we walk on a razor's edge."

[Alaxel Vane]

"So it seems!" Alaxel took a bite of her bread and chewed for a moment, in thought. "Up north there are bandits aprowl and all sorts of monsters lurking in the woods. What dangers plague Ralinwood, then?"

[Sigurd Vask]

"Depends on the day. Murkers, Sea Serpents, Bandits, Wild Elves, Fae," Grimnir taps his chin thoughtfully as he takes another bite of bread. "The Orcs will be a true threat soon."