<strong>Hall of Lore--&gt; Training Grounds</strong><br/><br/>(http://www.elfwood.com/art/j/a/jamberry/halfdrowcharsm.jpg)<br/><br/>Jalynfein listened intently to Hatch'net's lesson and found himself seething, like a terrible anger was building in him at listening to the master-of-lore's oratory. He understood that it was more or less a history lesson into the origins of their race but that didn't make the young half-breed's building anger subside.  He drifted out of the Oval-shaped classroom, focusing inwardly to sublimate his emotions and took a deep breath as he headed for the training grounds.  He let had avoided making too much of a scene on the way into the training grounds, thankful for the moment that this was something more active.   Jalynfein much preferred this sort of lesson to sitting (or standing) around listening to a lecture for hours on end.<br/><br/>Once there, he looked over the area, noting all of the dummies and other training paraphernalia- then he saw the boulders.  Noting the weights, he knew instinctively he could easily move all of the others other than that one that weighed a ton and a half.  Well...he knew he might be able to if he really let the rage triggered by the previous lesson surge through, but he'd already drawn attention to himself once today in a bad way, no reason to do that again.<br/><br/>"It looks easy enough." he said and walked over to the weights.<br/><br/>The first four of them he moved with ease, mostly by blatantly lifting them off the ground. But the last one, he pushed against it a few times and was unable to move it.  HE tried a couple times...<br/><br/>But that rage hadn't gone away yet and his frustration was mounting, displaced as it was it was there. With a mighty roar of pure hatred (for the fairies/elves, whatever) Jalynfein slammed his taloned hands into the boulder and shoved it along as if it were no heavier than the last boulder.<br/><br/>Using open-palm strikes to keep the momentum going, and snarling curses he pushed it the required ten feet then back to it's starting point.<br/><br/><strong><em>"damned wievai, wux shio rigluin ekess loreat!"</em></strong>he growled as he moved it, directed anger was rarely rational but it could be helpful.<br/><br/>Once it was moved with a grinding, eerie sound Jalynfein stepped back from it, still visibly seething with angry glowing maroon colored eyes.  Knowing it'd do him no good to direct it at anyone else and the emotional surge satisfied; he took a deep breath and let the rest of it drain away.  The effort left him fatigued but he still stood, takin deep breaths to regain his focus. He was still seething visibly, made plain by the slight rising of his hair in the way a hackled dragon's spines might rise up when agitated.  He wasn't going to attack anyone here, but was clearly keeping his rage on ashort leash so he could better direct it until it burned out.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jalynfein's Max Loads and modifiers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>He can normally move up to 2000 lbs as his max drag/push load, but with his use of his rage ability: his strength increases to 24 giving him the ability to move up to 3500 lbs as his max load.  And has used his 1/day rage ability to do so already and is now fatigued. (-2 Str -2 Dex and can't run or charge. It says "til the end of the encounter, but DM's how do you want to play this? Will it dissipate before the stamina test? since he's basically going first with the Str test, knowing he may recover in time since he'd have to wait for the others to take their turns.)</div></div>