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Owen had been presented with a most unusual problem concerning training, how to train a blind person. It was not something he had had to consider before, and looking through the records, in his office, neither would it seem had any of the previous leaders of the Rangers. Owen had tried out several ideas, enlisting the help of two of the Rangers, Galdrian and his brother Aldreas, they were unique among the Wolfkin being brothers. Although the ideas had seemed good ones at the time, once put into practice, the three Rangers soon became convinced that they would not be that beneficial, so Owen had retreated to his office to do some more thinking. The rest of the day passed slowly for him, and as dusk gathered Owen decided to call it a day and head to the Hole in the Wall for something to eat and drink, ever since Iris had left, Owen had spent most evenings there, enjoying the company of the other Wolfkin who liked to be sociable. It was some time later, after a satisfying meal, and a tankard or two of Lentrian Red, that Owen finally realised what he needed to do to help Firion out with his training. Making his excuses, Owen left the small gathering of Wolfkin, and headed back to his home. As he neared the tree where his house was, there was a slight rustling in the underbrush, and a large white female wolf appeared out of the shadows. Grinning to himself, Owen greeted his long time companion and the two of them continued on their way to Owenâ€™s tree house. The next morning dawned clear and bright, and another hot day was in order as Owen finished his morning run and made his way to the Rangers training area which was also used for any weapons practice, not just that which applied to the Rangers. While he waited for Firion to arrive, Owen busied himself, setting what he needed to help Firion learn to handle a staff and defend himself. Owen was still not sure his idea would work, but it had a better chance than anything else he had been able to think of, so he was quietly confident that this would solve his problem. It was not long before Firion arrived, and Owen greeted him warmly, even though the two of them had not really met before. Owen asked Firion about his experience with weapons, and was surprised to learn the young man had had no previous training, which was a first as far as Owen was concerned. Owen led Firion over to a rack containing staffs of various heights and thickness and asked him to choose one that was to his liking. When this was done Owen explained to Firion what todayâ€™s lesson would be about, and how he was to proceed. â€œI have set up two hollowed out pieces of wood, circular in shape, and inside they are half filled by various seeds, this is to allow you to hear them as they swing back and forth on the ropes they are suspended on. One is about waist height, maybe slightly lower, and one is about chest height. As I swing them so the seeds inside them rattle about against the wood. What I want you to do is to hold your staff across your chest, with your hands spaced evenly apart. As you hear one of the targets get close to you, I want you to try and block it with your staff. As you have had no experience before with anything like this, I think you will suffer a few knocks and bruises, but preserver and hopefully you will make progress.â€ With that Owen moved aside and after making sure Firion was ready, started to swing the two targets back and forth, not to fast, but fast enough to leave a red mark if Firion did not counter them. Owen The WhiteWolf Ranger Leader Firion, this is going to be very awkward for you at first, and you will suffer many a bruise. So for your first post I want you to give your reactions to meeting Owen, and to what he is asking you to do, then post trying to block the targets as they swing back and forth, and make sure you read my PM to you before responding to this.
It was morning again and Eyota had already finished his 4 mile run through the mountains. Randon had come with him this morning, Eyota chasing Randon for the first 2 miles until his friend decided to go off after something to eat. After a few minutes Eyota heard the unmistakable screech of a rabbit in the clutchâ€™s of death and knew Randon had found his breakfast. The sun was up and shinning bright as Eyota made his way to the infirmary. Cleaned up and ready for another day of training Firion. Eyota poked his head into the dinning room hoping to find Firion already up and there, when he didnâ€™t catch sight of him he decided to grab a quick bite to eat. He pulled up a few honey cakes and some tea and waited for Firion to arrive; he didnâ€™t have to wait long, the man looked like he had already been up as long as Eyota. â€œMorning Firion, looks like youâ€™ve already been up for awhile,â€ he offered the extra plate of food he had picked up to him and the young man quickly began to devour it as Eyota continued on with the days lesson. â€œToday youâ€™ll begin learning some of the basic herbs that we can find and use when out in the world or around the stedding. Though the sages have the most expertise in this area you need to have some notion of what you are using.â€ Once finished with their meal the two men went to an examination room that he had gotten on loan for the day, and Eyota began pulling down the first herbs that Eyota had found to be the most helpful. â€œAndilay root and Flat wort are useful for reliving fatigue and clearing the head, each is prepared a little differently. Five Finger, Ground Ivy, Sunburst Root, Healall, and Sorfra will all help with minor bruising and pain.â€ Eyota now had all of the containers in front of him. He knew it was a lot to ask at first, but these were the simple things that would lead to more complicated. â€œSome of these are only useful when prepared a certain way, and others need no change at all.â€ Eyota had placed a few variations, dried as well as fresh cut, out in front of them. â€œYouâ€™ll need to get used to how they smell and look as well as how they are prepared.â€ Eyota was not sure how to approach the man about his next question but there was nothing to it. â€œThere are also materials in the library that deal with all of these herbs, and with my help reading the material Iâ€™m sure we can get you all you need to know.â€ OOC: Alright I want you to research the roots and give an oral report on how you could use them, what they look and smell like, and how theyâ€™re prepared. You can use the Yellow Ajah site for reference or dig around the internet of WoT sites if you like hereâ€™s the yellow ajah link http://groups.msn.com/YellowAjah/yourwebpage1.msnw . Eyota will help you through the lesson. You may NPC Eyotas help if Firion canâ€™t read.
Guest posted a topic in WoT Role Play's RP ArchivesThe sun reflected off the water sharply, and Janna turned away from the lake a bit as she bent over her fishing rod. Biting her lip she struggled to hold the thin line and tie on the bit of fluff and ribbon she had salvaged from the debris pile behind the Inn. Her smaller, stunted arm was awkward but she had long ago learned to discount it. She held the line down with her bad arm using the other to twist the line round her lure. Eyes narrowing she huffed out a breath as the knot took hold and tightened it quickly. Beside her Windracer yawned and rolled over in the warm yellow grass. You two-leggedâ€™s have the oddest notions about fishing. His tongue lolled out playfully and not for the first time she suspected he was laughing â€“ at her, at humans in general, at life. Fish tastes better caught in your jaws, Chime. Since my mouth is no where near as big as yours this will have to do, she laughed at the flash of surprise in his golden eyes and turned to the lake. With a motion borne of much practice she flicked the end of her line into the water and leaned back against the moss covered stone. Expertly she lodged one end of the rod between her twisted left arm and her hip and sat watching the surface of the water. Dragonflies droned an afternoon lullaby as they darted amidst the reeds, their wings casting rainbows in their wake. A waterbug darted around Jannaâ€™s line, seeming to dance with the bit of fluff for a moment before zipping off again. Birds of every shape and size lit quickly from one tree to the next, some diving down to the surface of the lake for a quick dip. The sun was warm and golden, high overhead and soon a soft snoring joined the birdsong. Glancing aside Janna smiled indulgently at Wind, sprawled on his back with his paws twitching in the air as he chased some rabbit in his dreams. He whined a bit and she reached out with her good hand, ruffling the fur beneath his chin until he quieted, paws still trembling occasionally as he pursued his dream quarry. She had planned to fish the afternoon away, returning to her small cabin with supper and a quiet night by the fire. But even as her future supper tugged sharply on the fishing line a scent caught her attention. She paused, the fish still dangling over the glittering surface of the lake, twisting and turning on the line. Eyota, she surmised, with a Wanderer in tow. Neatly she flipped the fish to the shore and cut the line from the rod. All her hard work at tying the lure was for naught but at least she had her supper. Tucking the rod next to the rock (her favorite fishing spot) she gently shook Windracer awake and nodded toward the eastern rise. He jumped up immediately and ran toward it, eager to see both Eyota and Random, Janna not far behind with the fish hanging from her crippled hand. Eyota topped the rise looking tired, but his eyes warmed as he caught site of the gray wolf lopping toward him. The girl hung back a bit, eyes wide and clutching a small bundle to her chest. When Windracer stepped forward to sniff at her skirts she started slightly and then again when Janna spoke. â€œWelcome home, Eyota,â€ it was still a struggle for her to not call him Aurin but she was getting better. â€œI see youâ€™ve brought us a new Wanderer.â€ â€œJanna Telenvar this is Odette Rachma lately of Saldea.â€ He beamed at his newest charge and Janna felt a flash of jealousy. That was completely ridiculous of course, she considered Eyota a brother. Didnâ€™t she? Though Randon cocked his head at her curiously, Aurin seemed oblivious. â€œYou two should become fast friends, both being from the Borderlands.â€ Irrationally she didnâ€™t want to be anything to this slip of a girl, let alone a friend. Still as Head Tracker it was her duty to make new Wandererâ€™s feel welcome after all. She held her good hand out and tried to smile, â€œWelcome to the Stedding, Odette. If your headed to the Infirmary Iâ€™ll come along.â€ Turning to Aurin she began to relate what had happened in the Stedding during his absence. Janna Telenvar Twisted Chime Head Tracker and Wolfsister Companion to Windracer OOC: Odette if you can rp your reaction and then arriving in the Stedding to see the Sages weâ€™ll prod Steve to post next as Miryana. ICQ me with any ?â€™s. Windracer is a gruff and gray wolf and Janna is approx 22, dark hair tightly braided and a twisted, crippled left arm.
EYOTA Today would be a challenging day. He had trained countless new wanderers; but this was the first time he had to train someone who couldnâ€™t see. John had asked him to take the task, and as always Eyota had agreed. He was a little nervous to be working with this boy, working in close proximity to another. Eyota had left word at the infirmary for the boy to meet him in the woods out by his cave. He knew he had a companion and he hoped he would work as the boys eyes in the tangled brush. Before the boy actually came into sight Eyota caught his scent, Eyota could tell the young one was slightly nervous. He could understand his hesitation, he had felt much the same when he began his training. Eyota schooled his own senses, quickly masking what he felt truly inside, if he were with Janna, Wall, or Feilena, but she was gone wasnâ€™t she, they would instantly know what he was truly feeling, but fortunately this young cub would be none the wiser of the darker currents running through Eyotas thoughts. As Firion came into view Eyota rose to greet him, â€œHello Firion I have the privilege of being your mentor for the coming months or years.â€ The young man grinned as he introduced him self. â€œI donâ€™t come into the stedding much anymore so Iâ€™m sorry we havenâ€™t met before this. I understand you have some limitations, however Iâ€™m sure the wolfkin senses will help you compensate. If you wouldnâ€™t mind Iâ€™d like to know a little about you and your past.â€ OOC: Aurin now goes exclusively by his wolf name Eyota. He his dark skinned from staying out in the sun. He had long hair tied back with a leather thong. He wears woodland garbs, soft brown pants, and a leather shirt. He was a guide all over the continent before going through the howling and joining the wolfkin. Lets do a little bit of get to know you before we start your training. FIRION Firion almost spoke withought thinking then composed himself and started using the storytelling voice he had learned so long ago. "I was born in Deven Ride in the Two Rivers. My mother was Domani and my father Shienaran. They died before I learned who they were. A man named Kel al'Thorin raised me in the mountains of mist until he died in a blizzard when I was seven. The following spring I began travelling with a gleeman who had had a blind father. Ten years later we returned to Deven Ride and we seperated. I headed to my childhod home. Then the howling began and I met Cloud Hunter here." He indicated the large albino wolf next to him. he had appeared at the stedding early that morning. "A few months later Wall came to me and brought me here. From there you come in." Firion smiled he thought it was a rather good telling. Firion had finished story and started to focus his senses on the things around him. Eyota was wearing leather, at least it smelled like it. He stored Eyota's scent in his memory then he realised the was a second scent old yet constant, but it was muted. This smell he himself hade made many times since thinking of his dead family. Grief, or sorrow, they stilled smelled much alike to him. Firion wondered how he muted the smells of emotions. Firion grew impatient. "What training do I start with first, Eyota?... And by the way how do you keep others from smelling your emotions, at least fully?" OOC: Because of my character's lack of sight he has even more highly developed senses of hearing and smell than most wolfkin. If you think my character is advancing to quickly on his own PM me and I'll edit my post. AURIN â€œWell Firion, by now you have realized that your senses have begun the change. And I suspect because of your lack of sight that your other seneses have compensated. Your sense of smell is much more advanced than any one I have ever met. Youâ€™ll learn how to keep your emotions concealed later in your training.â€ Eyota made a mental note to keep a tighter control over himself than usual around this perculiar boy. â€œThe wolfkin are blessed with the gifts of enhanced smell, hearing, and eye sight, as well as the ability to enter the Wolfdream. Today we would usually be working on the first three things I mentioned, sight, hearing, and smell. However weâ€™ll be working highly with smell and sound. As for the Wolfdream there are a many dangers there and you are still expressly forbidden from entering the dream on your own until we have finished your training in it. Randon or I will be watching your dreams to make sure you donâ€™t accidentally enter the dream; and please remember Randon will not hurt you.â€ Eyota remembered when he had first gone through the howling and his accidental discovery of the dream, there were many times as of late he wished he could forget those first few nights in the dream, he had been thankful that Janna and Wind had kept him safely from that place until he could deal with itâ€™s problems on his own; and Eyota hoped in time the young man would feel the same. â€œNow to begin Iâ€™d like you to me what you hear and smell around you, reach out and see what you find.â€ OOC: Remember youâ€™re new to your gifts so it will be a little difficult at first. Even with your senses compensating for your lack of sight. But donâ€™t be afraid to use your imagination, please be detailed, it will make your RPing experience much more rewarding. And away we go! FIRION Firion smiled, hearing and smell were his eyes. he spread the focus of his senses. "There is a tree, an oak, about a hundred-fifty paces due north of here. There are two... no three eggs. The third is rotten though. The mother is landing it sounds like a lark." Firion once again let his senses go to work. "Someone is practicing battle. The locations are varied the closest being about three hundred paces to the southwest." Suddenly a loud chirping filled his ears. "Blasted, cricket!" Cloud laughed in Firion's mind. "My senses are picking up so many little things I never noticed before. It's overwhelming, Eyota." Firion was astonished at the infinitesimal things he heard. The beating of butterfly wings, ants moving about underground. Firion excitedly described all this to Eyota. "What I find even more amazing," said Firion after regaining some composure, "is that I can hear your heart beating." Firion heard that same item quicken its pace just ever so slightly. Firion was now able to envision the world as never before. "Eyota, I can envision this world so completely now I believe I was truly blind until today. I hear feathers falling, smell foods and herbs that are believe to have little or no scent. I truly thank you for showing me this." EYOTA Eyota listened as his mentee told him the things he could hear and smell. Eyota noted that it was the basic things that you could hear or smell; he was not surprised, learning to focus your senses was rather difficult when they become heightened so fast. â€œThat was a good attempt Firion, but there is more out there. The deer crashing through the field past the trees, the mouse scurrying through the grass to your right, even some ones heart beat.â€ Eyota grinned as Firion raised an eyebrow and Eyota remembered his first time hunting after the howling had taken him. He could sense the deerâ€™s fear and heartbeat as it ran for itâ€™s life, he hadnâ€™t known it the moment it happened; however once they had finished Janna had explained it to him and asked him to remember more. â€œI want you to think back on your walk from the infirmary to this cave, it should have taken you about 20 minutes if you didnâ€™t get lost. Think of the things you noticed, the scent of the people you passed, the smells of the stedding.â€ Eyota had not commented on why his emotions were muddled to Firion yet; and hoped that young man would let it pass for now. Most of the kin didnâ€™t mask their scent unless they had need of it, so remembering what people were feeling as he walked shouldnâ€™t cause him too many problems. OOC: Ok, I know itâ€™s basically the same thing, but I want a little more detail, donâ€™t be afraid to get a little creative. FIRION Firion focused back on the hike to this spot. "There was quite a smell of excitement coming from the younger wolfkin, and impatience from some of the more experienced ones having to teach classes. There was a rotten creature... a rabbit I believe, on the path to the cave. There were also smells of lust emanating from the wolfkin,a few from the younger women seemed to be directed at me. There were squirrels gathering acorns, one of them had a limp on his left front leg. There was a smell of sulfur as I approached the cave." Firion paused. "This bring me to you, Eyota. The only emotion I can get from you is grief, and that's only because it has saturated itself into your natural smell. All your other smells are muted to me." Firion tried to remember what else he had heard. "There were frogs and fish swimming in a lake. Some of the algae is rotting. That's all I can remember, Eyota." Firion focused his mind on Cloud Hunter, He still mourns the loss of his mate, doesn't he? The albino wolf's thought came back, Just as you still mourn your father and the parents you never knew. A new wave of grief swept over Firion. No matter what he wanted to believe he was alone in this world. unlike the other wolfkin he looked the same as he always had. Tall, handsome, blonde, and these Light forsaken white eyes. He wasn't a Two Rivers farmbboy anymore. He's a wolfkin. Firion's body was itching for motion. "What other training do I have to do, Eyota?" EYOTA IC: Eyota listened as Firion gained more confidence as he remembered the things he smelled and heard on his walk to the cabin. He was doing very well for a new wolfkin, and his senses would only improve. â€œYou can stop now, youâ€™re doing well, it takes time to adjust to your senses and be able to catalog what you take in. But it is something you will have to practice often. For the next two weeks I want you to keep a journal, every night before you go to sleep you need to find someplace in the stedding to sit and listen for a half hour, then you need to move somewhere else and do the same thing with scent.â€ Eyota could tell Firion wasnâ€™t looking forward to the homework, â€œAt the end of the two weeks when you look back at your first entries youâ€™ll be amazed how much more you notice. Now it looks to be about noon, so we are going to have some lunch.â€ Firion grinned, Eyota had noticed his stomach growling for awhile. Firionâ€™s grin suddenly disappeared as he realized his mentor had something in store for him, â€œNormally I would have you wear a blindfold but since you canâ€™t seeâ€¦.well youâ€™ll be able to do it anyways.â€ He hadnâ€™t had to do this until his second lesson, but becoming accustomed to it before he had to move through dense woods would be good for him. â€œStay on the porch. Before we truly began I want you to know somethingâ€ Eyota Slowly masked his scent and moved away from his young student. Talking the enter time, but with each step making his voice softer and softer until he was finally about 20 feet from Firion. â€œOk you canâ€™t see me, but Iâ€™m about 20 feet from you and still whispering.â€ Eyota whispered in a voice no louder than a leaf falling to the ground. Firions eyeâ€™s widened as he realized he had heard his mentor from that far away. Still whispering Eyota continued, â€œThe more you focus the more attuned youâ€™ll become to whatâ€™s around you, eventually it will be second nature to focus on each sense all at once and take it in, but for now we need to train each one.â€ â€œFollow me inside the cave, I have food stored in the throughout, please prepare us a meal with what you find, and be careful Randon will be moving around and occasionally under your feet.â€ Eyota grinned as Randon poked his head from outside the cave and Firion caught the wolfâ€™s sent. â€œWith your impairment you might be able to use your companion to help you out. Iâ€™ve never tried it but perhaps you can still see through his eyes.â€ Randon had never met Firion so went through his formal introduction; the two had never actually been introduced since Eyota had not wanted to overload Firion on his first few days within the kin. The image of a wolf standing between a bear and a pack of cubs fighting with itâ€™s life, it meant Randon; Wolfs Shield. Eyota could see Firion was having a hard time taking all of it in. â€œHeâ€™s a little long winded, you may call him Randon, and youâ€™ll get used to listening to him later on, tell me what if anything you understood from Randon, as well as how you knew what it was while you find and prepare our food.â€ OOC: Alright, for this one itâ€™s pretty simple first part is all reaction stuff, then explain what you â€œheardâ€ from Randon, then find the food around the house, youâ€™ll have to move around and Randon will try to get under your feet now and again. FIRION Firion's mind was reeling. He had often used leaves crackling to determine his footing, but this man's voice was a featherfall at 20 paces. Firionhad heard him clear as a bell. He sent his own wolf name image to Randon. Complete unchanging darkness with two points of perfectly white light just above the horizon: Ever Night. "Eyota, he's excited. He thinks it will be easy to trip me up, but he uses far to many thought to get his point across." Randon growled at him, I think you to be overly brief in your thoughts, Ever Night. "Brevity has its virtues, brother." Firion now focused on smelling for the food. As he started, Randon had so silently gotten in front of him Firion fell forward. He quickly Put his hands to the ground and sprang off of them to land on his feet. "Being trained by a gleeman has its advantages," said Firion slyly. Firion then focused his mind through Randon's. The surrounding area became quite clear in his minds eye. Randon tried several more time to trip him, but seeing as Firion could see through his eyes it was to little avail. Firion easily found the rabbits, vegetables, and spices that eyota had spread throughout the cave. He deftly started a fire. He deboned the rabbits and gutted them. Then he stuffed them with honey, vegetables, and a heavy amount of spices. He began cooking them on a makeshift spit, and basted them in a honey and spice mixture. He made sure Eyota wasn't looking and stuffed the remaining peppers into Eyota's rabbit. "Eyota, lunch is ready. I hope you like it." Firion was very careful in not letting his voice betray him. Firion got out the flute he always carried and began to play "The Return from Tarwin's Gap." IC:Firion didn't particularly like small spaces, such as caves. The sounds bouncing off the walls usually became quite the annoyance. Firion continued to play his flute, and he remenisced his travels. He had told the tales of of the wolfkin to countless people and now he was one of them. Firion put down his flute. "I've been thinking," Firion queried, "you told me to keep what I hear and smell in a journal, right?" Eyota nodded. Firion continued, "One little problem is I can't read or write due to my lack of eyesight. How do you propose we remedy this problem." Firion began eating his rabbit waiting for a reply. EYOTA The rabbit that Firion was preparing smelled wonderful; however it smelled like Firion was planning on trying to play a joke. It wasnâ€™t the first time a wanderer had tried to get even for a little of the training they would be put threw. â€œAs far as the journal goesâ€¦thatâ€™s a good point. I still want you to sit and focus; donâ€™t worry about writing it down. Each morning weâ€™ll talk about your observations and Iâ€™ll keep notes for you. Sound like a plan?â€ Eyota quietly and discretly pulled the peppers out of the rabbit and took a big bite. â€œYour rabbit is wonderful by the way.â€ â€œNow, as far as speaking to the wolves go; the scent is important; however the wolfkin share the ability to communicate with the wolves. We donâ€™tâ€™ really speak to them in words as much as in pictures, which is why it often takes time to learn to communicate; it may take time for you to hear them speaking to you though, so we will continue with that later.â€ Eyota was impressed with his students improvement. In a matter of hours the man had become more confident with himself and was working very well with what Eyota had given him. The rabbit that the boy made tasted better than anything Eyota ever cooked, having been a guide for so many years he had learned to eat what was on hand quick and easy. He very rarely cooked if he didnâ€™t have to; but having a hot rabbit in front of him was a wonderful surprise. They ate their meal and cleaned up. Firion only stumbled a little as they cleaned the dishâ€™s. Randon was still taking his job of tripping Firion up seriously. Eyota managed a small grin from the images that Randon kept sending to him of the young wanderer. â€œIâ€™m curious Firion; have you ever been hunting? I realize without your eyes it could be difficult. Weâ€™re going to go hunting; mostly you will be following me and I want to see if you can use the sound of the wind as well as my foot falls to move quietly through the forrest.â€ Firion nodded to Eyotas request, he had assumed as much but wasnâ€™t worried. â€œWhen we find our quarry I will give take the first shot, remember to use your senses.â€ They had a few hours of sunlight left though he doubted it would make much difference for Firion. â€œOnce the kill is made I would like for you to tell me everything that you noticed. If you heard the prey how it moved how far from us it was; and everything that you noticed along the path. OOC: Alright just talk about the hunting trip, and talk about your enhanced senses. You get the first shot, you can choose what to do with it. FIRION Firion had never hunted using a bow before. He had always previously used snares. Eyota's steps in front of him were feather falls. Firion's were only slightly louder. Firion was sad that his pepper ploy had failed. He was rank with anticipation as he approached the quarry. He heard something on for hooves quickly move. He point the arrow just in front of the beast, an elk he now realized by smell. A moment later he heard a thunk then the shattering of bone. Firion spoke on the verge of tears, "It was afraid. I didn't think I'd hit him. The smell of panic, the rush of his footfalls, they all shouted his fear." Firion swallowed. "Smaller animals ran away from us as we came to the quarry. They were all afraid. They elk didn't know that his running let me know exactly where he was. I shouldn't have fired." Tears were streaming down his cheeks at this point.