The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[ShadowFolk]

At some point in time, hunger had gotten the better of her and she had her bowl to her lips, guzzling. She thought she'd heard a preposterous suggestion and she slowly placed the bowl back on the table, cleaning away the dribble. As if to erase the image of her eating sloppily, she sat up straight, folding her hands.

"I beg pardon? Try my hand at what, exactly?"

 

[Cinnonym]

"That is exactly my meaning," unlike the others, she did not mind talking with bread crammed into the hollow of one cheek, "It would be good for you. Good practice. The skinny man said no weapons, so you will not die. Perhaps."

 

[ShadowFolk]

The young elf laughed nervously, fidgeting. "Y-You're serious aren't you? I'd be on the floor before I could blink. No one would take me seriously and I should probably thank them for that. I do not even posses talent in magic, how can you expect me to wrestle or spar or duel...I do not know the correct term."

Sulahn'nehn continued to spew excuses like it was not clear she had no desire to entertain the idea.

 

[Cinnonym]

"How do you expect to learn without the trying?" Ghil glanced to Ulrin, nodding towards him. "Do you not agree?"

 

[Rosen2012]

"Ah well," The elf glanced at Sulahn'nehn and nodded slowly, "You both make good points." He stirred his spoon in his soup, "But it is unfair Ghil to match her against you. She should face someone withing her skill- and size rang- first. What will she learn from a proper pummeling other than to avoid larger foes? She needs someone she has a chance against."

 

[Cinnonym]

"You speak as though I cannot be gentle. Still, perhaps she would be more at peace versus a smaller fighter, like you." Ghil looked back toward Sulahn'nehn for her opinion, one eyebrow raised.

 

[Rosen2012]

"I suppose I could face her, if she is well enough for it?" Ulrin also turned his attention toward the female elf.

 

[ShadowFolk]

She glanced between the two. While it seemed like a great idea to go for the much smaller individual, she doubted he had as much experience. From what she'd heard, Ghil may as well have been a master. "If I am to learn anything, and I mean no offense to you, Ulrin, I would like it to be with Ser Ghil."

Oh please let that be the right name.

"She has more experience, I think, and if she speaks the truth about handling me gently I may survive to tell the tale."

 

[Cinnonym]

She smirked, clapping Ulrin on the shoulder. "Do not worry. You will be next."

Ghil stood up from the table, pushing her empty bowl and plate away towards the serving dishes to be collected when the slaves came to clean. She hadn't a clue where there was adequate room to practice hand-to-hand combat, but she was certain that with enough wandering they would find it.

"You must agree not to use your magicks on me."

 

[Rosen2012]

"...delightful..." The elf muttered under his breath as the barbarian clapped his shoulder. He pushed his bowl away and opted to follow the women. If he was going to be next, he may as well get a look at what Ghil's 'gentle' side was like.

 

[ShadowFolk]

It would be a lie to say there was no regret in her decision. At the moment, it had settled in her stomach like a stone. "Y-Yes, Ser." she nodded her head, walking alongside the barbarian. "I promise not to use it. O-On purpose. It should be fine, I think."

 

[Cinnonym]

"Do not be afraid. I am not going to pin you to the ground and punch your teeth out. That is best saved for others." She got tired of wandering once they reached the Great Hall, and she decided that the space here was good enough. Ghil paused to allow the two elves to catch up before gesturing for Sulahn'nehn to give her her hand. "I will teach you a thing or two, and that will be enough to practice with for now. Hold your arm just so. The thumb," She arranged the elven girl's hand into a delicate fist, "goes on the outside. Now, let me see."

She placed her hands on her wide hips and waited. She was expecting Sul to hit her.

 

[ShadowFolk]

The well spoken elf found herself with the ability to only utter one word.

"Um..."

What was she supposed to do, break her fist on the woman? She may as well have attempted to punch a wall. Or swat a fly with the way she threw her arm with no weight. Even she knew it was bad, turning red in the face. "This may surprise you, but I have not struck someone before."

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil's face held nothing but bemusement, "It is no surprise. Do it again. Do not let yourself fear that you will harm me. You will not. You must strike with force. And later, you must learn not to care if it hurts them."

She beat her fist against her own chest and nodded. "Again."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin had taken a seat off to the side to watch Ghil train Sul in the ways of combat. He leaned forward slightly resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in the palm of his hand. 'I think it would be more surprising to hear that you have before today...'

 

[ShadowFolk]

With a bit more effort this time around, Sulahn'nehn threw another punch, preferring not to aim at a woman's chest. Immediately after she retracted her hand, rubbing her knuckles. "Are you sure this is going to hurt anyone? I seem to do more damage to myself than you. Not...that I could bring any harm to you." She heaved a sigh, readying for another go. How foolish she must have looked.

 

[Cinnonym]

"It is for the practicing," she said, between Sulahn'nehn's weak punches; she took time to correct her form and prevent her from overextending her arm, "One day, you will be pleased that you learned. ...Perhaps sooner than you thought."

Ghil nodded at the space behind the elven girl; Constable Davinius was approaching with swift steps. His expression was fiercer even than usual.

"Girl. Maleficar." He paused well away from the group, gesturing. "Come with me, now."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin lifted his head from hims hand as the blood mage approached. He wondered what the human wanted with her now? She was already healed, and he did not seem like her was in a pleasant mood. Not that Ulrin had ever seen him in one. The rough stood and started to walk over to them so he would not miss any of what was said.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Whatever the constable wanted with them was going to be worse than knocking her knuckles against the stone that was Ghil. Staying put was preferable to going anywhere the blood mage wanted her to be, but if she remembered correctly she was expected to obey him. The elf reluctantly followed after him as asked.

 

[Rosen2012]

The rouge looked up to Ghil still frowning and muttered, "What did he want? Did he say why he is taking Sulahn'nehn from us?"