06-24-2021, 04:37 PM
The first event seemed to be a necessary one. A task all wanderers should engage in alike, especially on a weekly basis. Sometimes daily. Honing their skills in weaponry was vital, but a sharper blade struck harder and was important to battle. While Romulus didn't necessarily engage with weapons, he knew of their importance. There was no questioning that. The blade that had killed his father was sharp and cut through his being like butter. Stryker's brutish tactics and silver tongue could only do so much against the physicality of a savage pirate's sword.
At the front of the Contraband Shanty, sparks flew from all angles. Flames shot outwards. Careful paws held a short knife against a spinning rock wheel, controlled through his own earth elementals. Romulus pressed lightly. With consideration and control, the tip of the knife began to form a miniscule point. He proceeded further down the knife as time went on. Eventually, the Kingpin reached where the hilt would be and stopped the rock promptly. He pulled away.
Slitted hues narrowed. The silver blade before him appeared to be suitable, but hadn't lived up to the test yet. His grip lowered to the ground and loosened. Romulus slightly pushed the knife towards a blade of grass. The sharp edge cleanly sliced through it, leaving the top balancing neatly on the top. He raised it carefully upwards. Tilting his head, the leader looked down at the blade one last time and offered a satisfied huff. He promptly set it down next to him.
Romulus looked up from his fine work. The sun was beginning to rise and golden hour highlighted the treetops before him. Given his instructions, he called out. "Wanderers, come gather this morning and assist in sharpening some weapons, the kingpin remarked. "If you do not know how, I will instruct you." And maybe if they were up to standard or better, they could have some early breakfast on him. That was up to them.
He blindly reached to his right and scooped up the hilt of a sword. The Kingpin loosely waved it at those that gathered. "Everyone grab a blade of your choice and begin."
At the front of the Contraband Shanty, sparks flew from all angles. Flames shot outwards. Careful paws held a short knife against a spinning rock wheel, controlled through his own earth elementals. Romulus pressed lightly. With consideration and control, the tip of the knife began to form a miniscule point. He proceeded further down the knife as time went on. Eventually, the Kingpin reached where the hilt would be and stopped the rock promptly. He pulled away.
Slitted hues narrowed. The silver blade before him appeared to be suitable, but hadn't lived up to the test yet. His grip lowered to the ground and loosened. Romulus slightly pushed the knife towards a blade of grass. The sharp edge cleanly sliced through it, leaving the top balancing neatly on the top. He raised it carefully upwards. Tilting his head, the leader looked down at the blade one last time and offered a satisfied huff. He promptly set it down next to him.
Romulus looked up from his fine work. The sun was beginning to rise and golden hour highlighted the treetops before him. Given his instructions, he called out. "Wanderers, come gather this morning and assist in sharpening some weapons, the kingpin remarked. "If you do not know how, I will instruct you." And maybe if they were up to standard or better, they could have some early breakfast on him. That was up to them.
He blindly reached to his right and scooped up the hilt of a sword. The Kingpin loosely waved it at those that gathered. "Everyone grab a blade of your choice and begin."
ROMULUS MALUS
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