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[onetrackminds]

Who: The crew of the Oargy
Where: On the ship! They're in the North East currently, near Himmelen, but that may change.
When: All of March
What: Everything.
Warnings: None yet! I'll edit if it becomes necessary, which is likely.
Style: You choose.
Status: closed

[ooc: Everyone behave, now. Or, you know, not.]

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3/10 - The Not-So-Squishy Mage of Team Squishy Mage

[bloodandbattle]

[The magic that had imbued him with the knowledge of one of the last arcane warriors made practicing the art of the sword a fairly moot point. Everything he knew, he mostly knew through 'instinct'. Not that he hadn't trained those instinctual skills during the blight, but he didn't have the years and years of training that soldiers did and it made it difficult for him to deviate from what he 'knew' and improvise in a fight. Something that had almost gotten him killed - or at least defeated - in his duel against Loghain. He barely won that battle and he knew it. The last few months following the death of the Archdemon had been busy with politicking and paperwork.

Sydni had not had much of a chance to get back to the difficult task of training himself to fight in a more proper manner. Until now. The seas were calm enough this day as they sailed for him to pull out his sword and dagger and start slowly going through some forms. Things he had learned from that long captive spirit and his body could do when he didn't think about it. Things he wanted to be able to understand better and actually know.

So it was that he was on deck, practically stumbling through what was probably the simplest of sword parries and follow-through counters. Making a fool of himself. A mage trying to be a warrior. Sten would have disapproved.]

[shipper_on_deck]

You know, the greatest masters I've known always did it naked.

[masters of what, Izzy?]

[bloodandbattle]

They would have to be masters to not need some armor in a battle.

[He said it with a casual air as he slowly attempted yet another relatively simple exchange of the double blade form he was using. During which he promptly tripped over his own feet as he tried to slide one behind the other.]

Which I am clearly not.