The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp
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				Title: <strong>The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 19:09:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"> The Interest Thread &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131372.msg5830771#msg5830771)<br>&nbsp;The Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.0)<br>&nbsp;The Encyclopedia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132503.0)<br>&nbsp;the OOC Board &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133016.0)<br>&nbsp;The Gate Camp &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133018.0)<br>&nbsp;The Outside of Anders &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133020.0)<br>&nbsp;The Inside of Anders &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133019.0)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ease.com/~randyj/kozan2.jpg)</div> The efforts of Reni Jikundi and Albert Truun has lived on for seven winters, in Capricorn of the last, the legendary Wizard Truun passed away at the age of 84. His legacy was left in the hands of Franze Derrick. Reni still runs the martial arts portion of the camp, but his days are coming to an end as well. He is not ill, but his enough of his students are capable of instruction, and he spends most of his days watching the world turn around him. He is the active traveler within the camp, actively meditating as he strolls from student to student, offering advice and leadership, usually without words.<br><br>The Camp is still in it's young stages, the only building with any structural integrity is Reni's private home near the entrance (pictured left). However, in The Truun half of the camp, the mansion is nearly finished, three stories high and enormous at the base, there are over thirty rooms inside, designed like private studios. In addition, there are two libraries, two ritual spaces on the bottom floor, and a laboratory used to concoct potions and otherwise useful medicines. There are no bathrooms inside though, the students that built this impressive structure were gifted with the knowledge of physics, but not plumbing.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>The following is a list of all the NPC's that are wandering through the outdoor gym and the coven<br><br><strong>Current 'Ji Tru' roster</strong>:<br><br>(<span class="bbc_u">name</span>)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(<span class="bbc_u">rank</span>)&nbsp; &nbsp; (<span class="bbc_u">personal info</span>)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(<span class="bbc_u">accomplishments</span>)<br><br>Masiat Dennagon - Scholar - Age 20 - Male - Joriad II - Physics I<br>Feralin Gander - Scholar - Age 18 - Female - Depti III<br>Markis Marriad - Scholar - Age 23 - Male - Depti IV - Black arts II<br>Gentry Michael -&nbsp; Scholar - Age 20 - Male - Depti II - Physics III<br>Eneno Dene - Scholar - Age 22 - Female Alunka I - Physics IV (Photo's PC)<br><br>Joa Sendik - Sentry - Age 26 - Female - Sukodi III - Physics IV<br>Mensi Endeel - Sentry - Age 25 - Male - Depti III - Ritual magic III - Physics III<br>Dwine&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - Sentry - Age 26 - Female - Alunka IV - Physics I<br>Erin Cori Dent - Sentry - Age 32 - Female - Sukodi IV<br><br>Ianto Dresden - Knight - Age 29 - Male&nbsp; - Sokudi IV - Black arts IV (ELF's PC)<br>Danni Delmin - Knight - Age 33 - Male - Alunka IV - Depti IV - Joriad II<br>Elysse Corbin - Knight - Age 37 - Female - Alunka IV - Physics IV<br>Lein Wennila - Knight - Age 34 - Male - Joriad IV - Physics IV<br><br>Cristop Amelton - Master - Age 42 - Male - Alunka IV - Joriad IV - Physics IV - Ritual Magic III (INFUSED)<br>Frances Fillips - Master - Age 48 - Male - Joriad IV - Sukodi IV - Black arts IV<br>Jakii Enlysoas - Master - Age 56 - Female - Sukodi IV - Depti II - Black arts IV - Physics IV - Ritual Magic II<br><br><strong>The Covens members (no order)</strong>:<br><br>Franze Derrick - Male - Leader - Age 53<br>Oliviar Portise - Female - Mage - Age 42<br>Wesily Mihel - Female - Ritualist - Age 49<br>Hunter Leam - Male - Ritualist - Age 38<br>Geena Woam - Female - Priest - Age 35<br>Leomay Darcum - Male - Mage - Age 31<br>Sitta Sinew - Female - Mage - Age 23<br>Fellis&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - Male - Mage - Age 26<br>Vicorian Deia - Female - Ritualist - Age 23<br>Kereva Maalkum - Female - Priest - Age 17<br>Meflin Faust - Male - Mage - Age 24<br>Surrim Pultis - Female - Ritualist - Age 15<br><br><div align="center">(http://i41.tinypic.com/m7dfrb.jpg)</div><br>- 1 (coordinates <strong>I-6</strong>) Original ritual ground for Infusion. The birthplace of the clan<br>- 2 (coordinates <strong>G-7</strong>) Reni Jikundi's private home<br>- 3 (coordinates <strong>L-8</strong>) The Truun Mansion<br>- 4 (coordinates <strong>E-8</strong>) barracks for Sentry's, Scholars<br>- 5 (coordinates <strong>E-6</strong>) personal cabins for knights and masters<br>- 6 (coordinates <strong>D-6 / D-7</strong>) Two courtyards for group training<br>- 7 (coordinates <strong>D-5</strong>) open commons area with small pond<br>- 8 (coordinates <strong>E-5</strong>) kitchen and cafeteria<br>- 9 (coordinates <strong>F-5</strong>) Garden (mostly edible plants)<br>- 10 (coordinates <strong>F-8</strong>) Garden (mostly flowers)<br>- 11 (coordinates <strong>L-6</strong>) The current Truun tent city<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 18:33:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jikundi Truun camp southern most training field<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1 – Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Today something is troubling the slayer turned knight. He had awakened earlier than his norm with as uneasy feeling. Not knowing what is causing this feeling makes him restless and edgy. Several hours past sunrise finds the warrior kneeling in a corner of the training field meditating. He is trying to both calm this feeling and discover the reason for it, but even after the hours have past he is no closer to knowing the cause or calming it. His eyes are closed and he appears to be unaware of his surrounding as he has not reacted at all to any others using the field. He is dressed in his standard all black simple loose fitting clothing. A light breeze ruffles his dark hair below the black clothe head band worn to keep hair out of his face. His sword as always is at his side but it is a wooden practice sword that is upright in front of him with both hands on the pommel. His head is bowed as if in prayer.<br><br>Over the last couple of years it has become Ianto’s practice to spar with the other members of the camp. Most know that if he is on the field with a practice blade he will accept all challengers, but this day though a few have approached him for the practice he has not responded to even those requests. Due to his dedication to his arts and being born a slayer he rarely looses these friendly matches and many of the younger ones see beating him as something to strive for and will use any advantage they have try and defeat him. A group of four see is apparent lack of awareness as a chance to surprise him and possibly claim a victory over him. They take up positions matching the four points of a compass with him in the center. Moving as silently as they can all four draw their wooden blades and prepare to attack the unarmored Sokundi Knight.<br><br>Although by all appearances the four launch their attacks simultaneously there are subtle differences in their speed. At the last possible instant before blows from four wooden practice swords can strike the knight he suddenly moves. His own weapon flashes up to deflect one blade away and he dodges the remaining three by rolling on his shoulder at an angle between two of his attackers. It is not until his has rolled all the way to his feet facing the four do his eyes finally open. A slight smirk crosses his face as he looks at his four attackers as the sword only briefly is held in defensive manner as he goes on the attack. He takes two running steps forward before leaping into the air and rolling over the four of them. His sword is already in motion as he turns to remain facing them. In the same instant that his feet touch the ground his sword is landing a blow to the leg of what had been the furthest attacker from him. He instantly pivots and spins throwing one foot into the air the heel of which catches another of the four across the jaw sending him sprawling to the ground away from Ianto. As the knight lands from the kick he again deflects an incoming blade with his own and steps in under another. He strikes the chin of the dodged attacker with the heel of his palm driving the warrior’s head back and lifting him off the ground to crash down on his back. The younger man with the now slightly numb leg is suddenly the recipient of a black clad foot to the side of his face. When another sword attack comes in this time Ianto expertly ensnares the weapon with his own and flips it out of the woman’s hands sending it sailing across the field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 08:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg) (http://i40.tinypic.com/wk5isi.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Eneno Dene </strong> - <strong>Cristop Amelton</strong><br>The Jukundi courtyards<br>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ianto Dresden<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Eneno had been alone on the northern courtyard as Ianto dispatched four of the clan's scholars. She shifted from stance to stance, as if turning the pages of a gigantic book. A lazy hold, she was arched backwards and off balance, her shoulders lined up with the wooden sword that she held, dragging it across the dirt. A firm hold, she slid forward and held the weapon toward the sky with both hands squared up in front of her, knees even, bent and sharing body weight. A classic stance. The blade moved to her hip and she cradled it there near her back foot, her front foot was bent, supporting most of her weight. She kept switching, incorporating nearly ten different holds. Her attention drifted as the spar took place.<br><br>Markis and Masiat had likely come up with the strategy. As their wooden weapons started to clash, Eneno dropped out of her stances and stood with every joint straightened out, like a flag pole. Her sword was used as a cane with the blade in the dirt. Her left shoulder and both of her breasts were covered by a yellow sash, it wrapped around her ribs tightly, and synched itself on her left shoulder blade. A low hanging waist line cinched her hipbones, and the muscles in her abdomen, and lower back. This belt held onto a thin pair of sheets that washed over her legs. The fabric was also yellow, and opaque in the sunlight. Eneno's sandals were tied around her entire calf, eventually hiding under the length of her pants. A heavy coat covered her from the neck to the knees, and most of her clothes were hidden underneath it.<br><br>She watched Gentry's leg go numb, and she watch Masiat catch multiple strikes to his chin. Markis had been bruised as well. It seemed like Ianto had the decency not to directly strike a girl. the 18 year old Feralin had been disarmed, standing in front of her opponent like a wild hare suddenly stuck in a cage. 'That was fast.' She thought. 'Three depti and a Joriad, they were doomed in close combat against that Sokudi. Ianto was too agile, too fast. slow fighters don't realize how quickly a speedy blade can think.' Eneno was alone in the northern courtyard, and now Feralin and Ianto were the only two standing to the south.<br><br>Eneno looked cocky, she hadn't tried to be, it was how an Alunka stood. It was in their training to act like rock. 'Hold still,' Eneno was thinking it, even now. 'If your opponent really wants to fight, they will charge you. Feel sorry for them if they do.' Most demon's fought with a grueling intensity, The Alunka style was made to resist that. In turn, it was rather effective against The Sukodi method, for it had been designed to imitate that same demon 'rush'. Eneno knew that she was outmatched by Ianto. He was a slayer, he had survived some of the most gruesome things that Ms. Dene had ever known to exist. But there was an odd feeling in her stomach that morning, and it had been there since she first awoke. It felt like her innards were made of thick marble. She wasn't hungry, or dis-eased. Nothing was the matter. During her morning meditation, she had been able to watch over ten thousand sunrises in a single hour. <br><br>A distant rumble crept into the camp. It was thunder, crackling in the air around them. Eneno looked up with a hint of confusion on her brow. The clouds were gentle, and no darker than an old man's grey beard. There was no wind, and the rain fell lightly, still resembling more of a mist. 'That thunder had come from no where.'<br><br>As Markis, Masiat, and Gentry got to their feet, it was obvious that they heard this sound too, in fact, the entire western side of the camp begin to buzz. The thunder grew louder, and a snap of attention came from a flash of light to the east: It was Cristop. His cabin faced the sunrise, away from the courtyards. But something had drawn him to the back of his home. He stood still on a slight hill. A thin tree-line separated the cabins from the courtyard, he was on the western side of it, obviously witness to Ianto's victory, and the lone Alunka to the north. His infused body continued to spark and flash. He looked to be sending some kind of message. His thunder focused loudly on the ears of Ianto and Eneno. He had no word or code to send them, only a feeling; one of shaking and action. He wanted them to fight. <br><br>Eneno's marble guts stayed still. Her coat flung itself to the side, as it floated away over stagnant air, Eneno loosened her stance and tried to look into Ianto's eyes with a challenge. They were nearly 50 yards apart, his face was hard to see. She swayed as she prepped herself for Ianto. She looked like a freshly lit camp-fire.<br><br>She put her weapon in front of her and tapped it against a flat rock loudly. To initiate the challenge audibly, she called his name, "Ianto! come, see if you can hit me!." It was difficult to tell what Cristop was doing, or why he was watching. But, as Eneno announced her challenge another distant crash of thunder clearly rang through the two courtyards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 10:05:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jikundi Truun camp southern most training field<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1 – Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eneno Dene, Cristop Amelton, &amp; the other four scholars<br><hr><br>As the practice sword is sent sailing away Ianto looks at Feralin as he lowers his blade and is about to say something when the sound of thunder rumbles through camp. He looks up to the sky through very light rain. When he sees the pale gray clouds and virtually no wind his eyes automatically turn to the towards the masters and knights cabins sure enough there stands Cristop on the small hill behind his cabin. The infused master is highlighted by a flash of lightning. Something about the man’s stance and the way his thunder is directed causes Ianto to look to the north to the other practice field. There he sees standing alone the last of the five scholars of the camp Eneno. Of course one studying the path of the Alunka would not have taken part in such an attack as her fellow scholars just tried. The implication of what master Cristop wants becomes clear and from her actions it is obvious that she got the message as well. From the distance between them he can see the challenging look in her eyes but that is not necessary as she removes her coat and taps the flat rock and vocally invites him to come and hit her.<br><br>The Sokundi knight bows to the four scholars with him on the southern training field. He then turns to face Cristop whom he bows very deeply to making sure that the gesture can be seen from his distance. Finally he turns to face Eneno and bows to her more deeply than he had to the other scholars but not nearly as Cristop. Coming up from the bow he starts to walk directly the yellow clad young woman his practice sword down at his side. As he draws closer to her a small smile appears on his face. ”So, Eneno, you think you can finally prevent me from hitting you? Well we shall see.” Once he has cut the distance between them in half he starts to jog still with his weapon just being carried casually at his side. Despite the uneasy feeling solidly lodged it pit of stomach still there is a grin on his face. At ten yards from her he increases his speed to a run.<br><br>Just Ianto gets just two yards from Eneno he leaps into the diving over her head just out reach of her sword should she reach up to strike at him with it. He hits the ground behind her rolling on his shoulder a pivoting. He sweeps his legs back towards her legs aiming to sweep her legs from underneath her. Whether he hits his target or not he continues movement on past her starting location using his momentum to bounce back to his feet facing her in combat stance. His left hand is up while his right is down with his weapon now held in an under hand grip with the blade pointing down and ruling back along his leg. His knee are bent with his weight evenly distributed over both legs making him perfectly balanced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 10:25:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg) (http://i40.tinypic.com/wk5isi.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Eneno Dene </strong> - <strong>Cristop Amelton</strong><br>The Jukundi courtyards<br>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ianto Dresden<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Eneno was frozen solid. Still as Ianto rushed her, her form was not flinching. It may have had something to do with Cristop<br><br>'come on.' She thought to herself as Ianto got closer. Fear was not in her mind. She was trained to do this, to wait for the last possible moment, to adjust as soon as the opponent makes his mind.<br><br>Ianto launched himself, and Eneno lowered herself to avoid a possible strike. She had no idea how long his weapon was. Further, she was not sure of his capabilities, he could be planning an attack from any angle. Her eyes followed him, still lowering her stance and sinking weight onto her backfoot. (her current back foot, it was her front foot only seconds before). As Ianto attempted his sweep, Eneno was unprepared, her center was lowered and avoiding this strike would take quickness. She adjusted in time to stay on her feet. Firing herself out of her stance and spinning into the fastest barrel roll possible, Eneno lifted over his sweep. However, his foot made contact with hers and it sent her off balance.<br><br>Floating through the air for a moment, Ianto reset only moments before she landed on her left foot, right knee, and her only empty hand. She quickly rolled backwards to avoid a second rush and sprang up into the exact same stance that she had been in upon his initial assault. She offered Ianto her Side in a flawless 'leaning cougar'. Her left foot was forward and straight, lining up with the lean of her upper body and shoulder. All of her weight was on her right foot, bent at the knee. Her sword dangled in front of her with a loose overhand grip. It was a two handed weapon. Her back hand was against the hilt palm first. She smiled a bit, completely prepared for Ianto's next idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 19:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jikundi Truun camp northern training field<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1 – Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eneno Dene<br><hr><br>Ianto watches as Eneno lands after the minor contact of her foot and his and quickly resumes her stance. Although it was quick by her standards to him it seems like he is waiting for her to ready herself for his next attack. Had she been a demon or evil human he would not have given her the chance to recover and pressed his attack, but this is just practice a training exercise so he waits not wanting to really hurt the attractive young woman. When she smiles he smiles into return with a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He gives her a small nod of approval before starting to swing his blade around at an increasing speed alternating between simply circles and a figure eight pattern. When the wooden sword is light more than a blur of motion he begins to advance towards her in precise almost dance like steps in manner as to not make it clear if he will come at her from either side or straight up the middle.<br><br>Just when it looks like Ianto is going to strike from Eneno’s right, he actually launches an attack from her left. Still holding the blade underhand he steps in closer placing his body more to her right while the blade comes in fast to slash at her lower torso. He is holding the sword in his right hand only. He fully expects her blade to block his and even before his blade is close to connecting with her body he is already launching a heel of his palm strike from his left hand towards her chin and his right knee his is aimed at her right thigh as he moves to go on past her in his attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 23:49:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg) (http://i40.tinypic.com/wk5isi.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Eneno Dene </strong> - <strong>Cristop Amelton</strong><br>The Jukundi courtyards<br>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ianto Dresden<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Eneno found no opening. Her training wasn't sufficient, there was no way out of this fight without a bruise. She was more concerned for her dignity then her body. Competition was not a strong virtue in her. She had been a student of physics for almost four times longer than she had spent on her Alunka training. This all came to her mind as Ianto charged her the second time.<br><br>Cristop could see the Sukodi speed holding back. He could see it during the first charge. He could see The hesitation after that assault and he could see it in Ianto's second charge. He wasn't trying to hit Eneno, he was trying to keep her entertained. It did not please the infused soldier on the hill.<br><br>Eneno was lost in thought, and she let her defenses fail her. She barely deflected his weapon, so his palm strike and his low strike made contact. Eneno's right leg lost feeling, and she dropped to one knee. As she fell, the momentum of her jaw's concussion shifted her weight, and the Alunka representative hit the deck. She suffered no loss of consciousness, only a biting pain in her face, and the sensation of a frozen leg. Pins pricked her from the middle of the thight down to the tips of her toes. The feeling was coming back, slowly. She struggled to get up, and keep her distance. Ianto would be deadly up close.<br><br>With her injured leg, she found herself in an improvational stance. Her leg was holding her up, the injured side was down on it's knee. Bent over herself, she held the sword in front of her, she nearly dissappeared behind it. Only the top half of her head peered over the blade, her eyes were angry.<br><br>Cristop's light errupted again. A selfish burn came out of his eyes, and thunder roared over the field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 14:02:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jikundi Truun camp northern training field<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1 – Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eneno Dene &amp; Cristop Amelton<br><hr><br>This Ianto does not pause for a breath but turns even as his attack takes him past Eneno to remain facing her. He switches the grip on his wooden sword back to a standard overhand position and grips the hilt with his left hand along with his right. He swings the blade coming from below in a very powerful and fast motion aiming at the weapon held up and across her form in hopes of protecting from his next attack. The blow in intended to knock her weapon up away from her body and in a fluid even graceful movement too fast for normal eyes to follow the blade arches back down. With the blade out to his side parallel to the ground he again steps in close slashing at her torso above the bent leg she is hunched. This attack is launched at his full speed and is being driven not only by the strength in his arms but also that of his back and legs. If he were using his steel blade and landed such a blow all but the most heavily armored demons would likely be cut in two. Even with the wooden blade it could easily break ribs or rupture vital organs of an unarmored human.<br><br>It is not Cristop’s clear unhappiness at the way the fight is going that has Ianto not pausing or pulling his blows. At this moment he does not care that the master or anybody else is watching. While he does not want to hurt the attractive young woman he does want her to be able to defend herself and the other people of Anders. He now wants to drive home the importance of her training. There may not be a lot of them but there are demons that are just as fast if not faster and stronger than him. If she cannot defend against them she and those she is protecting will die. Whether the blow lands or not he pivots and takes a stance to immediately launch another attack. If she avoids the attack and rises back to her feet he will attack again with the sword this time aiming for her head. If she falls to the ground he will pounce like a cat to pin her down. Either attack will be made using his full speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 05:36:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Eneno Dene </strong> -<br>The Jukundi courtyards<br>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ianto Dresden<br><br><br><hr>These strikes worked right through Eneno's defenses. He had made contact more than twice, and her vision went dark. She clenched her eyes, shocked by the pain, she wasn't knocked out cold, but before she could comprehend what was happening, her body was spinning across the hard dirt of the courtyard, and her weapon was bouncing in steps beside her. she stood up slowly, embarassed that she had yet to make any contact with him at all.<br><br>Cristop was furious. The mystery of his presence dissipated with the thunder, he turned around and made way out of sight. <br><br>Eneno's whimpers were loud in the new found silence, still trying to find her feet, she was afraid to look up. A part of her didn't even want to live anymore, it was a brutal defeat, and Ianto's age and superior training didn't matter to her. She liked to think that she could put up a better fight than this. She felt lucky, foolish, and incredibly untalented.<br><br>Her ribs were in too much pain... She tumbled, sprawling downwards and landing on her stomach. Cristop's presence scared her, it felt like he had wanted this to happen, although, she was bordering on unconscious shock, when he made his official exit. She didn't want to, but tears started to spill from her eyes, and she sobbed quietly, trying to hide it, fearing further embarassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 01:59:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jikundi Truun camp northern training field<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1 – Mid morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eneno Dene<br><hr><br>As Eneno attempts to regain her footing only to collapse back to the ground and the thunder from Cristop falls silent Ianto stands up out of combat stance. Clearly this fight is over and he sincerely she got the point and learned a lesson from her defeat. After picking up her wooden training sword he crouches down near her head leaning on both blades. ”Do not cry, Eneno, the only shame in this defeat is if you fail to learn anything from it.” He looks up from her to where Cristop had been standing. ”I do not know what Cristop wanted us to do or what outcome he expected. Perhaps the same thing that is bothering me is also bothering him and nothing we could have done would have satisfied him.”<br><br>Rising back up to his feet Ianto puts both wooden blades into his left hand and extends his right out to the young woman to help her back to her feet. ”I hope that I have not injured you.” He stands there with his hand out for the girl to take but his eyes lose focus as he looks off in the general direction of the Gate Camp. His next words are quite and seem to be more for himself than anybody else. ”It has been some time since I have visited the gate. Maybe I should pay a visit to the Sages there perhaps they will have answers to the questions I do not even know how to put into words.”<br><br>Even as he stands there to help Eneno Ianto’s mind goes back to the strange he has had since awakening in the early morning. He suddenly remembers when he had this feeling before. It was before the attack on his slayer encampment that left him the sole survivor and gravely injured himself. With that knowledge he decides that he definitely needs to talk to Micshe and decides that as soon as he is sure Eneno is not hurt he is going to head to the gate Camp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Jikundi Truun camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 09:11:52</strong>
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				High above the Jikundi Truun Camp, the clouds swirled with fervor. Winds whipped about, concerning the observant Jikundi students and Truun witches and warlocks alike. Everyone stopped what they were doing and a silence blanketed the camp, questions hung tangible in the air. Tension swelled as the whirling clouds produced a circlet of purpley black shadows. Was this an omen?<br><br>It seemed the Jikundi Truun were not the only ones restless from this event. A buzzing noise, faint at first, became louder and closer. From a distance it looked like nothing more than a huge black cloud ten feet long. As it ventured nearer, tiny bodies could be seen. Flies and beetles mostly, though a strobe was created by the blinking of numerous fireflies. A few ladybugs lighted on the shoulders of several soldiers. The buzzing created quite a den but was nothing compared to the sounds heard next as thousands of cicadas sprouted from the ground, joining the others in their flight of fury.<br><br>While warriors and mages ran about trying to make it to cover, a tremble seemingly directly from the earth's core began under foot. Just a vibration at first, it grew to the point where even the most stable of fighters were losing their balance.
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