25th Ymiden, 718
With a loud thud the axe slammed down to the floor, Varlum's arms shaking as he paused for a few trills. Wielding an axe of that size was hard work, and swinging it just as difficult. Combine that with how long he had been working as of late and how little rest he had got and Varlum was in for a difficult day. All he could be grateful for was the fact that today, he would be accompanied. On his few days off work the Ithecal would usually allow himself time spent alone, but this time he would be joined by Xander again. The two had agreed to meet on the morning, and like Varlum always tried to be, the Ithecal was early.
Varlum reached down to his waterskin and allowed himself a drink from it as he rested in the open field. It was where he was used to training, unlike the military areas that most would use. Varlum wasn't a soldier, as much as he would love to be. His fighting style wasn't fitting for what Ivorian wanted, and his rank displayed that. Despite receiving little respect among the other Ithecal, though, the man continued to press forward for what he believed in. One day, he knew, he would forge himself a weapon and be the most fierce globally with it. That was his goal, whether he spoke of it often or not. Fighting had been his passion as much as Smithing had been, after all.
Varlum sat and looked up at the still rising sun with a small smirk on his face, his razor sharp teeth more on display than they were before. Immortals, he'd missed the heat, and the sun being so clear in the sky - and everything about the hot cycle. It was his favorite time of the Arc, the cold making him beyond uncomfortable. It also meant that earlier rises were better, which meant more training and better use of his weapons. Or at least, that was his hope.
Aside from the sight of a female Ithecal outside of his shop every day, getting more and more armed as each day went by, Varlum had been living a fairly bland and uneventful life. His skills were improving, better weapons being made as time went on and on, and his combat improving slightly. Though the man knew he would have to go further now, to get better. Simple training away from most of his fellow soldiers was no improvement, not in the long run. Perhaps he would get slightly better, but that wasn't enough. Something needed to change.
His thoughts were put on hold as he saw a human approaching, the man standing at his full stature as his tail lightly scraped across the floor. "Good to see you again, Xander."
With a loud thud the axe slammed down to the floor, Varlum's arms shaking as he paused for a few trills. Wielding an axe of that size was hard work, and swinging it just as difficult. Combine that with how long he had been working as of late and how little rest he had got and Varlum was in for a difficult day. All he could be grateful for was the fact that today, he would be accompanied. On his few days off work the Ithecal would usually allow himself time spent alone, but this time he would be joined by Xander again. The two had agreed to meet on the morning, and like Varlum always tried to be, the Ithecal was early.
Varlum reached down to his waterskin and allowed himself a drink from it as he rested in the open field. It was where he was used to training, unlike the military areas that most would use. Varlum wasn't a soldier, as much as he would love to be. His fighting style wasn't fitting for what Ivorian wanted, and his rank displayed that. Despite receiving little respect among the other Ithecal, though, the man continued to press forward for what he believed in. One day, he knew, he would forge himself a weapon and be the most fierce globally with it. That was his goal, whether he spoke of it often or not. Fighting had been his passion as much as Smithing had been, after all.
Varlum sat and looked up at the still rising sun with a small smirk on his face, his razor sharp teeth more on display than they were before. Immortals, he'd missed the heat, and the sun being so clear in the sky - and everything about the hot cycle. It was his favorite time of the Arc, the cold making him beyond uncomfortable. It also meant that earlier rises were better, which meant more training and better use of his weapons. Or at least, that was his hope.
Aside from the sight of a female Ithecal outside of his shop every day, getting more and more armed as each day went by, Varlum had been living a fairly bland and uneventful life. His skills were improving, better weapons being made as time went on and on, and his combat improving slightly. Though the man knew he would have to go further now, to get better. Simple training away from most of his fellow soldiers was no improvement, not in the long run. Perhaps he would get slightly better, but that wasn't enough. Something needed to change.
His thoughts were put on hold as he saw a human approaching, the man standing at his full stature as his tail lightly scraped across the floor. "Good to see you again, Xander."