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“Of course I did, it’s never dull with you two.” Memories of fishing last night are still fresh in your mind, especially Yuka’s bare backside, soft, small and perfectly round.   “Aw, you’re

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Chapter 2: Beaten, Battered, Bruised

 

The weather had taken a miserable turn during your time with the Scholar. Outside, the sky had gone grey and storm clouds were approaching from the northern mountains. The day was growing dark, but there was still the thinnest veil of sunlight left. You approach a window and look out over the lake. It hasn’t started raining yet, but it looks like you’re in for a wet, stormy day.

 

You take a moment to do your hair, using the faint glimmer of a reflection in the window. You Pull up your grassy-green hair, straighten it out and tie a thin string around it, putting it in a ponytail. Your fringe still hangs down over your forehead, just out of reach of your eyes. It was good enough. After watching the clouds darken the sky and hearing two passing Guildhands complain about the weather, you shrug your shoulders and continue down the corridor. Your maidenhood was yearning for the delicate dance of your fingers, and as much as you would’ve loved to return your room and spend some time beneath the sheets with your lewd thoughts, you decide it was perhaps best to wait until tonight. Instead of heading toward the north wing, you turn left and down a flight of stairs, toward the training halls Addilyn had pointed out yesterday.

 

After dealing with Scholar Sidmere, you had decided to take his advice and look into some combat training. You weren’t a capable fighter, not by a longshot. You’d never raised your fists let alone lifted a sword, yet here you were on your way to the training hall, looking to get a weapon in your hand and most likely have the shit pummeled out of you by an Apprentice who was far more competent in combat.

 

Though you were hesitant about the idea, after a little bit of thinking, you realized Sidmere had a point. If you were to learn summons and manifestation, you’d at least need some experience wielding weapons. What good would an illusionary sword be if you couldn’t swing it? What good was conjured armour if you lacked the physique to bear the gruesome weight on your shoulders? It did not have to be much; a few pointers of proper technique and handling of a weapon was all you’d need.

 

A bell signals for quarter to ten as you arrive at the training halls. They were located all the way in the center of the fort, far from Scholar Sidmere’s study which was tucked away in the forts northwest wing. You walk down a final corridor and come to a hallway that divides four rooms, each door leads you down into one of the training halls, and this little chamber seems to serve as a crossroads. All around you, the sounds swords clashing, steel striking steel vicious ring out from the halls. You hear the vicious yells of the sparring Apprentices as they spar with one another. The sound is intimidating, it sounds like a battlefield echoing down from the long corridors. It rings in your ears and leaves you feel a little light with uncertain fear.

 

On the wall in the center of the chamber stands a large copper board detailing the various sparring sessions that are being run. The organized schedules side-by-side with the details reminds you of an Academy schedule. The board lists the type of training, the time of the session, and the Commander leading it, which in truth is not much different from an Academy curriculum. The only real difference being that you wouldn’t be beating the snot out of each other if this were an Academy.

 

Thankfully, you seem to have arrived just as each session was beginning. They all started at the same time, starting dead on ten in the morning and running until two o’clock in the afternoon. Would you even be able to survive four hours of combat training? A brief look at your beanpole arms tells you no. But there was only one way to find out. You place a finger at the top of the board and slowly read off the current training sessions.

 

There’s dueling, sparring with swords and rapiers and learning how to properly handle shields, a training session being run by Hannibal Wolfstadt, a man who’s name does not emit the finesse one would expect of a dueling teacher. Perhaps this was what Ledley had been talking about this morning. If this was that session that would mean you would most likely be sparring against Yuka and Ledley.

 

There’s also Archery, learning the way of ranged combat with a bow and arrow, being run by a lady named Moira Adelhart. As you’re reading that, hurried footsteps rush past you. You catch a faint glimpse of them over your shoulder. It’s Addilyn, the bard from yesterday. Her hair is braided and a short bow is hanging over her shoulder. She’s too quick to notice you and passes you without even a greeting, vanishing to the Archery training.

 

And lastly, there’s heavy combat training, learning how to handle oneself while clad in heavy armour and wielding the heftiest of weapons. That session is run by Lucina Lestant, the Vice-Guildmaster you’d met yesterday. You definitely lacked the physique to properly be using heavy weaponry, and perhaps you would struggle with such intensive training, but to attend it was entirely up to you.

 

What do you wish to do?

 

>Attend the Dueling lesson

 

>Attend the Archery lesson

 

>Attend the Heavy combat lesson

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You’d never held a bow in your life, let alone fired one. Regardless, you quite like the sound of Archery. Ranged combat and probably a tad easier to get into than dueling. At least you’d be spared the thrashings of actual trained fighters. Then, you get the most humorous image in your mind. Maybe if you learned archery you could learn to manifest swords instead of arrows, firing a barrage of large blades at any who dare oppose you. Maybe not. Maybe you were being a bit too ambitious right now, but it’s still a humorous thought.

 

You turn to face the door leading down the archery lesson. They corridor is long and you can hear people chattering. Sounds like they haven’t started yet. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and prepare to take your first step into combat training. You had no idea what it would be like, and the thought of training with weaponry was a far cry from studies in the Academy.

 

Before you make that vital first step, you feel a hand grab you by the shoulder. “Um, excuse me?” A girl asks you. The first thing you notice when you turn around are her hands, which are bandaged. She’s holding onto a bow and by her side an empty quiver hangs. 

 

She appears to be another Apprentice.

 

What does our new Apprentice look like?

 

Character

 

Name:

Personality: (What kind of person are they?)

Outfit: (Are they wearing armour? Or perhaps some light attire?)

 

Hairstyle: 

Hair Colour:

Appearance: 

 

Height:

Body Type:

Breast size:

 

Other Details:

 

A picture is not necessary but would be helpful.

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Alrighty, nobody else is commenting, so I think I'll dive in and see what I can cobble together:

Name: Renn Barraclough

Personality: Rather self confident, almost arrogant, especially in her abilities as an archer, which aren't entirely unwarranted, considering she's actually quite a good shot.

Outfit: She wears the trappings of an archer, with light fabric hugging her body to prevents snags against obstacles on the move, reinforced in the most critical areas to prevent ripping, and lightweight leather armor covering her vitals, secured with straps.

Hairstyle: Shoulder length, going no longer, again to avoid entanglement when on the move. She does it up in a bun when she thinks it could be grabbed by an opponent, but she tries not to ever let them get that close.

Hair Colour: Brown.

Appearance: Those unfamiliar with her might say that she doesn't look that quick on her feet, her hips flared, thighs wide, and arse ample. Under the leather chestpiece she wears, she also has a visible amount of tummy pudge bulging out from the fabric of her shirt, a symptom of being a woman with a rather healthy appetite. She has a pale complexion, and eyebrows that are thick enough to cause a second glance at her. If one were to get a gander at her without clothes on, one would see that she's quite bushy under the arms, and has an ample forest covering her mons.

Height: 5' 2"

Body Type: Pear-shaped/Plump/Bottomheavy

Breast size: Not large. She's definitely on the bottomheavy side.

Other Details: As hinted before, despite her size and proportions, she's actually quite agile and quick on her feet, and is also an excellent shot. As far as weaknesses, besides her overconfidence and arrogance rubbing people the wrong way occasionally, she's also a glutton when the opportunity presents itself. If you mix her overconfidence with her gluttony (such as an eating contest, or a challenge that she cannot devour a particularly large meat pie at the tavern), the results can be quite precarious as a day or so later she's left desperately trying to find a privy while a large, brown snake is slowly pushing between her heavy cheeks. Since her time as an apprentice, she's quite tolerant of using various facilities for relief, even a filthy privy. However, humorously, she is utterly loathe to go outdoors, either to empty her bladder or her bowels, unless she is absolutely sure nobody is peeping at her or listening to her expulsions, even if her gusset is going heavy with her waters or her load is smooching the fabric of her knickers.

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Oh sheit. Character creation. Alright I got this.

Name: May Russo

Personality: Kind and caring with a hint of leadership and motivational skills but isn't very confident in her own skills. Basically she's her own worst critic. Is brave and couragous in the sense that she chooses to press on despite being afraid or unsure.

Outfit: Usually wears a short flowing skirt with a blue color and a plaid pattern. Has a loose fitting light blue shirt and wears a silver breastplate with a brushed lapis blue trim designed to cover the upper chest region secured with shoulder straps. Lastly, she wears typical hiking boots and a blue bow in her hair slightly above her right temple.

Hairstyle: Slightly past shoulder length with bangs just about eyelength parted mostly to the right. Naturally straight but a tad messy. Has a small curly fringe hanging over her left cheek.

Hair Color: Teal.

Appearance: Has a slimmer build with a very mild hourglass shape. Easily confused for a teen due to her slim and young complexion. Has light freckles on her cheeks. Has white skin. Has lilac colored eyes.

Height: 5' 5"

Body Type: Slim. Mild hourglass.

Breast Size: C cup.

Other Details: Excells in archery but doesn't believe so herself. Always tries to encourage others to push themselves toward their goals. Has a lighthearted and juvenile sense of humor, finding silly remarks funnier than lewd and crude jokes. Has a pure mind but is secretly curious about lewd topics. Enjoys nature, helping others and is always willing to take up a quest. Doesn't like unnecessary violence and has a hard time getting along with more crude and rowdy people. Favorite colors are midnight blue and lime green. Has an unusually large appetite and a fast metabolism. Prone to putting off personal needs when working hard, whether it be in training, a quest, or aiding someone else in their eandevors. Easily embarrassed by flattery. Has a fear of spiders and being left completely alone. Uses a custom made shortbow stained a deep blue color.

(Would like to provide a picture but I'm away from my drawing equipment. And my drawing skills are lacking.)

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Name: Luna Shadowsong

Personality: She's quite similar to your stereotypically arrogant and uptight elf, looking down on anyone else she deems to be a fool or less skilled than her. She's greatly confident of her own abilities, perhaps sometimes to the point of overconfidence. And she enjoys cleanliness very much, immediately disliking anyone dirty or smelly, especially when they come near her.

Outfit: (Are they wearing armour? Or perhaps some light attire?)

She's always seen in simple non-armored clothes, as she relies on dodging everything and attacking from afar for her defence, thus mobility and flexibility provided by such clothes are really important for her. She is usually seen wearing a cape, followed by a one piece short dress, thigh high socks with some greaves, and her winged sandals which magically enhanced her feet's agility. She usually wears dark colors, most often green or teal.

Hairstyle: 

Long hair, braided slightly near her long ears

Hair Colour:

Golden

Appearance: 

A slim build with small breasts. Quite the large butt and thigh however.

Height:

5'3''

Body Type:

Slim, bottom-heavy

Breast size:

Small. You can even call them flat, as they are just two little mounds on her chest

Other Details:

Her arrogance is only matched by her expertise in the art of archery. She can fire off a barrage of arrows in quick succession without missing a beat. And she can take on the sniper role as well, as her range can get up to a mile if given the right bow and arrow. She is no slouch in stealth combat as well, and she's quite good in wielding daggers to take out her enemies from their back silently.

However, her weakness is her small bladder and bowel, and the distaste of admitting her need to anyone. She doesn't want to relieve herself outside as well, and especially when others are in near vicinity. She only wishes to do her business in a clean toilet. Nowhere else.

This, naturally, leads to many, many close calls. And some ended in actual accidents even. Thankfully, for those cases, so far, she always managed to hide the fact from her companions.

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Name: Arlia Crest

Personality: A jovial girl who is afraid of being the center of attention. Small gatherings are her ideal party. Not wanting such heavy focus, Arlia manages a tough balance between still being active in conversations while also keeping her eyes peeled for anything interesting in her peripheral vision. She doesn't mind getting her hands dirty with physical work but she loathes any studies, the closest coming to a book being either some form of picture book or the rare story of a hero she might get entangled with. Has a slightly lacking self-confidence issues and is eager to please any compatriots, despite her aversion to attention. In times of stress or danger, a hidden courage rises that makes more likely to volunteer for dangerous tasks. Enjoys helping those in need regardless of the issue. Never one to judge people for hardships. Easily excitable over famed archers or heroes. Loves testing her marksmanship frequently to see if she's improving.

Outfit: Form fitting trousers with leather boots tightly fastened on. A cloth/padded jerkin is her typical top attire. Leather belt, gloves and a slightly spacious blouse underneath the light armour.

 

Hairstyle: Lengthy, straight flowing. Sometimes found tying up, other times left to waterfall.

Hair Colour: Blonde

Appearance: Slim but evidently not letting their body go to waste. Very young complexion - late teen years. Slight pointed ears just about reveal possible elven heritage. Fair skin tone with the occasional painted markings - Although these are not always present (mainly when on missions). Tiniest hint of excess belly.

 

Height: Average - 5' 4"

Body Type: Slim, well-built.

Breast size: ~C cup. Depending on her clothes, they may be deceivingly flatter than they actually are?

 

Other Details:

A cheerful girl who always tries to encourage others to better themselves. Quite naive in some aspects, not fully understanding some adult themes at first, depending on what is said. Adores scenes of nature alongside shopping for survival related gear. Enjoys camping in groups, sharing stories around campfires and embracing the wild. Arlia has a very creative imagination, often over exaggerating some details, which lead to an irrational fear of oozes as a side effect, despite only ever seeing them depicted in books. She has never been drunk though her mind leads her to crazy imaginings of what such a thing would be like - She refuses drinks through fear of the unknown and concern she would become a laughing stock among locals. Arlia dislikes imposing on others, even over the mildest of topics. This extends to things such as asking for directions or having the courage to interrupt a conversation if there is something important to share, or in her most embarrassing case, asking where a privy would be - Normally her biggest give away is standing next to the talking individual(s) with a nervous expression and wobbling stance simply out of guilt for imposing.

Despises trying to relieve herself in the outdoors despite how some may claim its natural along with her love for the outdoors. Depending on her urgency, she will flat out deny needing to go. While not suffering from any bladder defects, she cannot share the same opinion for her bowels. As someone known for having a larger appetite, her body seems to process it almost too efficiently. it would not be unusual for her to purposely avoid tending to her needs to the extent she made herself constipated until she reached the safety of civilization - Provided she lasted long enough to hold it all in. Following a time when she was attacked trying to manage herself alone in the wild, such an attitude has lead to a history of both types of accidents on lengthier missions as she refuses to even empty her bladder when given a moment of privacy.

When occupied with tasks or having arguably the most fun of her life, Arlia puts away her personal concerns and troubles, actively searching to help others and share the enjoyment to all. When performing her feats of combat, she prefers using a longbow and having time and patience. Being pressured for time flusters her. She enjoys making friends.

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