Jurahâ€™s stance was steady with the blindfold wrapped tightly around his eyes. His moleskin leather boots shifted his  stance slightly as he focused his senses. A gentle breeze blew by him and as if in a whisper, revealed his targets. Seven large wooden posts with dry rope tied around their tops stood in random placement that surrounded Jurah. The chain in his left hand rattled slightly as he adjusted his stance again; letting his senses get their bearings. The blade, held in an underhanded fashion, sat in his right hand and was attached to the other end of the long metal chain. The sun shone bright off of the bladeâ€™s highly polished surface, showcasing its simple yet elegant beauty and deadly design. The blade was no longer than a forearm and held a subtle but noticeable curve that when used properly sliced cleanly, evenly, and accurately through the air, flesh and bone. Holding in a slight breath, Jurah turned sharply to his left and let fly his blade, swinging quickly overhead and with the gained momentum, he yanked it down towards his target. In an instant he snapped the blade back into his hands sent it off in another direction, pulling the blade back and swinging it around again in a whirlwind flurry of attacks. Suddenly Jurah could here subtle steps from outside his training yard were quickly approaching and with a swift turn of his body, he maneuvered the chain in such a manner that it flew off his arm with the blade leading it, straight for the sudden new comer.<br/><br/>â€œMaster Jurah!â€ the familiar voice of Loz, head of Jurahâ€™s Watchmen, caused Jurah to quickly grip the chain tightly, stopping the blade just shy or Lozâ€™s throat and sprung back into the hand of its wielder. The Watchmen were a group of talented and skilled individuals that Jurah put together to be the first line of the villagesâ€™ defense, in that they held towers along the far parameters of the village on the Plains of Denravi and watched for any signs of intruders. These men and women were the â€œelite guardâ€ so to speak, of Denravi. As Loz stepped into the training yard, the ropes around the tops of the wooden poles slit apart and the each â€œhead pieceâ€ of the poles slowly slid off their bases, revealing the perfect slices induced by Jurahâ€™s expertly handled chain dagger. Their sudden crash to the floor startled Loz a bit as he made his way closer to Jurah, who wrapped the chain diagonally across his loose white leather vest and removed his blindfold, letting his dark brown hair bounce back into place. He fixed his deep gray eyes on Loz in such a gaze that Loz knew he needed to speak up quickly.<br/><br/>â€œWe have reports from the West Wind Tower that there is a small unit of Goblins waiting just out of reach of the Winds, southwest of the village.â€ Lozâ€™s voice was a quiet but it still held a solid and masculine tone, much like Jurahâ€™s, whose voice was smoother but always had a slight cold tone to it.<br/><br/>â€œAnd why hasnâ€™t the West Wind Tower disposed of them?â€ Jurah asked as he fixed his large black scarf.<br/><br/>â€œBecause the Goblin Warband is waiting for you, sir.â€ Loz paused a moment, â€œTheir commander asked for you specifically. I think thatâ€¦â€ Jurah cut him off before he could finish his thought.<br/><br/>â€œThat you should ready my horse. Iâ€™ll meet with their â€˜commanderâ€™ shortly.â€ Loz simply bowed and made his way back out to the front of Jurahâ€™s home. Jurah himself turned in towards the back entrance of his home which was no different the others in the village other than it sat in the far back behind a small hill. The framework that held up the small structure was of large stone pillars, piled up and sealed with clay mortar. The walls themselves were of thick hardened clay and insulated well with straw. Inside was a simple layout, completely open with a large bed in the corner, wooden table off to the side with four intricately carved wooden chairs that looked weathered but still held a natural and antique beauty about them. It was simple, it was basic and Jurah was content with it. After cleaning up a bit Jurah emerged from his front door to see Loz mounted on his own horse standing next to Jurahâ€™s horse, Destro, a large creature with a gorgeous white coat and flowing mane.<br/><br/>â€œLetâ€™s get this over with, shall we?â€ Jurah spoke with a slight smile as he hauled himself on top of his beast. Moments later the two sprung down the main road and out into the Plains of Denravi to meet up with this so called â€œGoblin Commanderâ€. The plains were vast and beautiful. Wild flowers and herbs grew in abundant amounts throughout the entire breadth of these plains and such were the main resources of Denravi. The people would venture out into the fields and collect the best of herbs and flowers and conjure power healing potions and medicines which they distributed all across Imperia. In the distance Jurah could see the West Wind blowing furiously as it should and on the other side, in a hazy form, stood the Goblin Warband. Upon arrival Jurah dismounted Destro and motioned for the West Wind Tower Watchmen to step aside and away from the Wind barrier. As Loz started to dismount off of his steed Jurah motioned for him to stay put while he continued towards the furious wall of Wind. As Jurah approached he held up his hand a break in the visible wind barrier split apart briefly, before closing again behind him as he passed through. On the other side Jurah counted the small group of Goblins; seven total including their supposed commander. Their armor was light and weak partially mismatched all over their bodies. Jurah simply smiled.<br/><br/>â€œYou are Jurah of Denravi arenâ€™t yâ€¦â€ the sudden sound of a whirling chain cut the Goblin commanderâ€™s words short. Before any of the other Goblins could even comprehend what had just happened, Jurah pressed forward into the group and spun his blade in precise yet dazzling patterns before it zipped back into hand and the Goblinâ€™s lifeless bodies fell hard to the ground. Jurah then made his way back through the Wind barrier and back onto Destro. â€œNext time, donâ€™t wait for me and just kill them.â€ Jurah smiled at the Watchmen, then spun Destro around and made his way back to Denravi. _________________