tenth rune :: frost

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[Those patronizing Caritas this evening might find an elf sitting moodily at the bar, self-medicating with tumbler after tumbler of booze--largely scotch and rum. He's thinking about the course of his existence as it's so far gone in this place. The kiss with Vereesa. Her marriage proposal. The weird hair-petting thing with Alleria. And, of course, the kiss with Liadrin. All instances of contact that were directly influenced--forced--by the castle's whim. His already agitated expression darkens as he thinks over these events, and he grumbles, unaware of his open journal.]

Light damn this wretched place.

[A moment later, he realizes that the thing is open and speaks more directly into it.]

Some time ago, I was given a pupil to instruct. It seems that the boy in question was sent home. Thus, if any of you would like weapons training and are in need of a teacher, let me know. I have expertise in the majority of melee weapons, particularly the broadsword. My name is Koltira Deathweaver, for your reference.

[ooc: feel free to prod sir lineface X) ]

Comments

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

I have some experience with those. Was that your previous teacher?

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

Nah... well, sort of? I kinda teach myself everything, but I spar all kinds of people, including Alistair once.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Rigorous practice is the best way to learn.

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

Yeah! [...] But, uh... If there's a right way to do this, I guess I should learn, right?

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

You can survive without technique, especially if you're lucky. But luck isn't something I'd count on in this place.

sorry about the late tag!

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

Right... especially if we're somewhere without our powers again.