<Runs in smelling chili> I smell chili!

<Is run over by Forest Shadow, who also smells chili. Forest sits on top of Winter's back wagging her tail and giving Tay puppy dog eyes that say "Food ;D">

Jokes aside, I am still here, and I think....and I mean I THINK my training thread for swords is done, I am not sure Owen never said it was done or not :P

I is open to any open threads people might start, as currently Winter is stuck in RP limbo since the Stedding hasnt had anything open to him...then again I -could- of made a thread of my own..<Goes on rambleing in this general direction>

Err....yah....chili <Gives Tay pupydog eyes next to Forest>

OOC: I feel the need to bring by my Wolfkin to this thread.

IC: Faerwenda was in trouble, and he knew it. The battle was going worse then even -he- had expected.

All around him the Trollocs seemed to stream endlessly from what ever dark pit they were spawned from, the Darkfriends seeming to apeare almsot without warning in the ranks of the armies of Light. Something in the back of his mind seemed to tug at this image, seeming as if this battle had played out before.

This was doubtlessly a memory from the wolves, passed down through the years. He shrugged it off, and got back to the battle at hand.

Somewhere in the distance he thought he saw a Children calvery charge knock into a hill of Trollocs, and laughed. Perhaps they would prove a worthy distraction for Faer to slip in and kill some more of the Dreadlords, or perhaps not.

In his mind it did not matter, this was afterall the last battle wasnt it? He would fight until he was killed, and hn he would fight on in the minds of the wolves around him, and there were thousands of wolves.

The ranks seemed to thin around him though suddenly, and he was faced with a Neverborn, spawning a feeling of dread in his gut which he pushed away before it could get a hand hold. He laughed in his booming voice, and charged it, determed to take down one more of these beats then they could take down wolves.

Faerwenda Wolfcaller.

Death has no meaning at the end of the road.

Well, we can always think up something to do, or atlast I can if people want to do somethig.

I dont think we do...then again what is "Active" around here as of late?

The men who gave their lives in Operation Market Garden, and the men who lived on to tell (Or not tell) their children and grand children about it, are heroes in their own right and shall always remain so.

Though I do not know anyone who served in the War, or anyone who served in Market Garden itself, I have glimpsed the war through things like Band of Brother's (101st Airborn Documentery) and games like Company of Heroes (WW2 RTS that is alot like a documentery in its own way).

Thanks for Shareing the website with us, I will check it out here sometime :D

All I can think of to close this post is Semper Fi (US Marien Core Modo, "Always Faitful")

Good music, and a good book :D

I am actualy really happy with Worgen :D It I might play one for the rest of my life or something :P

Well Lost we can read TGS while we wait for Blizzard to relese whatever game...I am waiting for Cataclysm....and Diablo.....this could be a long wait.

But one that will have a good book to fill the gaps.

What! We all knew he was going to do it anyway :P

Oh great I know what the weapion training class is going to include..

"Sir, what does cleaning a pot have to do with shooting a bow?"

"Nothing, but that pot was -really- dirty!"

WElcome back.  ;D

Winter watched as the guardian showed him and Gabe how to use the practice target. Winter rubbed his arms, which were still sore from the other days work at the Blacksmith's shop, and thought to himself that he had seen this done before back in the Boarder Lands.

Owen told them that he would let them decide who would go first, and Gabe seemed to volenteer.

Winter watched him practice for a few swings before he picked up a pratice "Sword" and shield and walked over to an unocupied target.

He diecided to take is slow, slower atleast then Gabe who looked like his shield arm was already getting a good bruise, and poked the target "Shield" experimentaly. The ball and chain came around as it had for the guardian and he raised his shield and continued to put pressure on the target's shield till the ball and chain touched his shield.

Smileing to himself he hit the target a little harder this time, and was rewarded with a light smack on the arm from the ball and chain, he had forgotten to raise his shield. He tried again and was able to raise his shield a little earlier this time, and the ball and chain bounched off it.

He progressed this way for till mid-day, which is to say he progressivly hit the target harder until he wasnt able to get his shield up in time. When he encountered the speed that he had not raised his shield fast enough he would try again and practice at that speed until he was able to raise his shield in time.

By mid-day he had a nice bruise on his shield arm and walked towards the Hole in the Wall with a bundle of snow agisnt his arm, which helped take the pain away some.

After mid-day meal he returend to the practice yard and went back to beating on the target at a conftable speed, not as hard as he could hit it but still hard enough that he got the ball and chain to his arm a few more times before it was time to stop for the evening.

Walking back to the house he was bunking in he and Forest laughed over the days events, mostly on how Winter would be feeling the bruise for a while.

John Winterwinds and Forest Shadow.

Practice makes perfict, but it also hurts.

OOC: Sorry for the long delay.

Alright, my two people (Well ok so its one bio but with a wolf and a 'kin) will be waiting...most likely Forest Shadow (my WKs companion) will drag him out to meet you ._. like she does with everyone else......

Of course! Us wanderers have to stick together dont you know :D

Welcome to the Wolf Kin :D

Yes, there are alot of cool people here, and you will have plently of time to get to know them...cuz your never leaving....I mean...welcome  ;D

Remind me never to piss off the gient with the two-handed axe xD

I would think that any weapion is possible, I know of atleast 1 WK who is doing nothing but hand-to-hand.

But isnt an Axe a little sterio-typical since that is what the WK from the book used?

I am here for moral support?

Winter and Forest can help in anyway you want, they will most lilely wander over any way and ask to help, or Forest will drag Winter by his shirt over and "Volenteer" him for work.

Dot dot dot (...)

So his name is unpronoucable by a civilised toung?? Well good thing none of us here are "Civilized" we are wolfies for crying out loud :P

After Owen told him what to do Winter sat down near the pile of blades and looked at the whet stone in his hand, he had seen his brothers sharpining swords before but had never hand much interest in it before. Now was as good a time as any to learn though.

Picking up a dull blade from the pile Winter proceeded to shapen it. He didnt do so well at first but as time wore on he slowly grew more confedent in the steady strokes of the whet stone over the dull blade. By mid day he had shapend or repaired atleast a dozen blades, which was a small amount compaired to the size of the pile, but as he talked to Forest while they walked towards the Hole in the Wall she reassured him.

"You are still learning brother, you cannot hope to learn all the skills you are taught by the pack in one rotaion of the sun and mood, it will take many more, but you will learn them I am sure." She said, if she had been human Winter could of sworn she would be smileing at him, then again he was not sure she wasnt.

When he returned to the forge him and Gabe traded places, and it was his turn at the grinding stone.

It was hard work, more so then the whet stone which now hung from a pouch on Winter's belt, but after finding a steady pace he began to sharpen a few blades.

As the sun set Winter looked to the pile next to him, it was small, only about two dozen, but it was larger then the one he had gotten with the Whet stone.

John Winterwinds

The work of a Blacksmith is hard work.

OOC: Forgive me for the long wait, I have been having a rather bad case of writers block laterly. Hopefuly it will pass soon, or perhaps it already did with this post.

An interesting choice of names to divulge

I think I would rather keep calling Owen Owen if that is alright, if not I shall just call him Mr. Admin, or perhaps the RP god....

Yes, I am awair that Owen will most likely make me call him the RP god....

Welcome :D It is good to see people returning.

Winter shivered as he walked towards the Rangers Barracks, it was warmer then it had been for a while, but that was not saying much when the trees still held frost so thick they were more white then green. He had left Forest napping infront of a warm fire with a promise to hunt with her later.

He had been instructed to come to the Ranger's Barracks to meet Owen and another whom he had met in passing. They were to be taught the way of the sword.

He walked down the same hallway he had not a week earlier after he had helped a friend with a task.

He knocked once and the answer of "Come" answered him shortly.

He smiled at Owen and the man he thought was named Gabe, and took a seat after accepting a warm mug of tea.

Owne told them to tell him and the other about themselves, and Winter frowned into his mug, he did not want to tell too much, but he felt compeld to.

After Gabe finished Winter's turn came to tell his story.

"Well, I guess I should start at a name, my name." Winter sighed, "I was born with the name Jonathan Valorwind, though I have forsaken my former sirname for what the wolves call me, so I guess I would be known as Jonathan Winterwinds. Or just Winter or John."

He took a long sip of his tea and continued, "I was born a merchients son, the last of five, in the Boarder Lands. All my older brothers are in the military, which left me to running the estate when my father retired. That all changed, after...well my eyes changed."

He looked absently at the roof, "My parents would of most likely allowed me to run the estate if not for the event that earned me my name. But that is a story for another day."

Winter finished his tea as Owen told a bit about himself, though nothing Winter couldnt of guessed.

When he finished he indicated that they should leave the office and head out to the Armory.

When they reached the Ranger's Armory Owen told them to go in and choose a sword, but not to be too quick about it.

Winter walked inside, and picked up a few and tried their weight. Though he had been burried in books for most of his life, he had still picked up a few things from his brothers on how to choose a good weapion. As such he also looked for one that would balance well in his arm, was not too heavy as to tire his arm after a few swings and one that might perhaps look good.

After around twenty minuets of this, he came apon a sword that was about 3 feet long and in a plain leather scabard. For some reasion he felt drawn to it, and as his hand wrapped around the grip he smiled, it felt right in his hand.

He picked it up, and drew the blade, and marveled at the etching just below the cross-guard, which was of a wolf braying to a full moon. Looking now at the cross-guard itself he found that it was a good grade of iron that could withstand a blow or two before bending. The was likewise of good make, it was also iron but was wrapped in aged leather, the end of it had a small moonstone inlayed in it.

Putting it back in the scabard he came outside with a smile.

A sack or a good ol' foot locker.

Viviaina was roused from her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder, she looked over to find the Blue next to her had been talking, "I think visiting the Kin is a good idea." Mariella said with a smile, "They've a lot experienced women there as well, and I think if there's one thing that a group of women in charge of keeping an area to rights knows, it is what's going on in their own town." The Blue then went on to muse that perhaps they should find the Kin incharge of the city and ask. Viviaina woundered how wise of an idea that might be, but it might work.

"How do you think they'll respond best," Mariella said, then looked over at Viviaina, "you've studied the Kin before this trip, haven't you?" Viviaina nodded. Shad studied them awhile before this trip, which hadnt been much but it would have to do.

"Should we be intimidating and demanding," The blue said, or mused really.

"No that wont work, they would most likely bolt before we even got around to talking to what we want from them." Viviaina said.

"Or try to coax them along with smiles and sweet words?" Mariella supplied.

"That would be a better idea, we may not want to be known to them as Aes Sedia before we know what we need to know, best not to spook them before we can make use of them?" She sighed, "It is a good thing we are the oldest in the group, we stand the best chance of talking to the Kin. Who would think two old women to be anything then what they say they are?"

With that she looked towards their destination, they would be there soon hopefuly, a nice bed and a place to freashen up would be welcomed.

Viviaina

Brown NSW