Post by Alexander Valentine on May 4, 2020 1:06:18 GMT -5
Alexander’s various travels led him across the clover kingdom to meet all sorts of interesting characters. It had only been a year since the end of the war and yet he has met so many types of people across the land. It expanded his horizons exponentially as he saw how each of them were affected by the war. How he wasn't the only one who is recovering from the conflict; that the scars were very much wide spread across the land. Some lost their families, others lost their livelihoods, their limbs and so on. It drove home the fact of how lucky he was compared to them. That a part of himself felt guilty that he made his own problems bigger than they actually were. It was all maddening to say the least.
But he has a chance to make up for the time he has lost in his own way. He cannot see himself ever going back to the life he was after the war. His hometown burned and his family spent five years living in fear; he trained his body to distract himself but it also awakened a burning desire for change. A desire to see the world and see who else is out there. The tales his village elder told him as a kid were ingrained into his mind. Tales of heroism, triumph, despair and victory were burned into his mind as he trained his body and soul. If the heroes of yore can do it ,why not him? The heroes of the legend said they came from the Forsaken, if they can become legends through hard work and gaining power then it must be possible for him.
From what he heard over the past five years during the war, there were many who can bring great destruction and change the very land they walk down with their will alone. It was inspiring and terrifying at the same time as he wanted that power. He wanted that power so damn much that he trained tirelessly for the five years until the war ended; to prepare himself to fight an enemy that would never come. It felt hollow and angering to say the least.
On a whim, he decided to see if he was eligible in getting his grimoire. Numerous people far and wide showed up after the war, all of them hankering for a taste of this power. Many of them wanted to see if they were able to stand above the others and improve their lives. He saw them as pathetic as he got his. Many eyes were on him as he was one the select few to get their own book; some instigated fights with fists and stones. But he took them in stride as he left with a satisfied look on his face. Thus after returning home and thinking, he decided to travel for a while and see what sort of answer he can give to his family since they were finally safe now.
Traveling constantly had its benefits but it was going to get him killed one way or another in the future. His tendency to get into fights will eventually go wrong and if he stays on the path he walks then it will lead to tragedy. Fortunately, he was caught by a Magic Knight in the town of Hage that gave him some new direction in life. It was a mere suggestion but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to actually try it. He left that town with a new found resolve as he decided to become a Magic Knight.
But he realized on his journey home that it was going to be a challenge when he thinks about the types who are going to show up. His amount of training isn't going to suffice against someone who has been training for most of their life. His three basic spells aren't going to cut it as he recalls various stories about wizards who use various types of magic. If he wants to at least scratch those nobles, he is going to need a serious boost in fighting ability. He spent most of his trip wracking his head on how to actually boost his abilities in a short amount of time.
His cape is fine as is as it was the first spell he learned and he uses it a fair bit. Other basic attacks are good enough on their own but he needed more variety. A part of him feels like he needs to try and expand his horizons. Like he can do more with what he is doing at the bare minimum with the element he has.
It was obvious when Alexander got home his family can tell what he was thinking of. His usually lazy mood was not showing as he was walking around the house with a determined expression on his face. He did his usual chores and talked with his family before heading out into a more private part of the forest. The area he picked was a field in the middle of a forest with a massive stump where a tree was as large as a mountain was rumored to exist. It was all a local legend but it was the perfect place to think.
He sat there for a good while meditating in the center of a stump to figure out a way to use his magic. A multitude of ideas started to flood in as he wanted to try so many things; but he calmed himself as he wanted to do what he was possible for him at his current level. He reduced down the idea of him making weapons and creating massive attacks that can level a forest. A focus is what he needed and he thought about it for a while until the sunrise came.
Sometime had passed since he started and he slowly pieced together a plan for himself as he tried to find a focus. Three new spells was his goal and each one must be unique in its own way. No repeats or out of place concepts, it has to suit his image and fighting style he is aiming for. It was a wall he had to climb on his own as he wanted to see if he was actually capable of growing stronger.
The first spell idea he had on his mind as he wracked his brain for ideas involved giving himself a boost in speed. It was a simple idea but how he went about it was unique in application; he channeled his element through his legs to bolster his movements. ‘First spell out of three...done..” he muttered to himself as he looked at his legs that emanated his thunderous element. It soon dissipated as he took a knee to catch his breath. He made the spell but he still doesn't have a grasp on what it can actually do for him. After a few minutes of rest, he activated the spell again and began to go for a test run. Basic movements like a few kicks and hops were done and the results were subtle but it was a start.
He took a running stance and began to dash forward, he could feel the wind on him as he gradually increased his speed. Suddenly he made sharp turns at several points to see how it was affected by it but nothing seemed off. But his legs did feel a bit off when he stopped using the spell for a few seconds before they returned to normal. The spell seemed to have some sort of recoil when using it for prolonged periods. He can work out the issue with that for later but he still had more to try out as he used the spell again.
His legs were ready as he went for another running start before he went for a jump where he felt himself going further than he thought. It was not a similar feeling to when he uses his cloak but it was better than nothing. ‘Hm...need to work out the issues at a different time...but I need to just have this working for the exams’, he muttered as he went for a few more laps around the area. His speed gradually building up to new heights he never thought he could do. While it wasn't his cloak, it was a lot easier to bring out compared to his cape and it could come in handy in the future.”hmmm...legs of lightning running on the road….Lightning Road is a good name for this” Alexander said as the words started to form in his grimoire.
But that was only step one as he needed to compare the speed he got with normal to his boost. He took a stance as he went to work; the physical part of his training is about to begin and it was vital for him to train it alongside his magic. With a single thought he began to fly in the air and this the next part of the training began. He was gradually speeding up as he moved in the air, throwing punches and kicks in between dashes for good measure. His stance was stable and the cape boosted his power and speed but the issue became obvious as lit torch in the night. It practically made him a moving target for anyone who is not on his side and if he wants to live, he needs to be smart when using this spell in the future. As he finished up his training in the air, he fell towards the ground and landed. He soon fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night as he used too much energy during the day.
“Well might as well keep going…” he said as he mediated a bit more for a few hours to think of another idea. His attacks with strikes are going to be a deciding factor but it was something of an issue when he realizes that opponents can block his strikes. If the attack misses, it was another opportunity for them to strike at him. But this issue was not as big as he thought as his solution was the most straightforward.
He shot back up on his feet and gathered his mana in both of his arms visualizing his spell in both of them and….!”YES, NOW THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT” he yelled out as a burst of sparks came from both of his hands. Lightning came from both of his hands and he felt the power flow through him like he did with his previous spell.”Lets see what these bad boys can do” ,he said as he took aim at a boulder in the center of the field and hit it at full force. No mark and his hands hurted like hell from the impact; but his eyes burned bright as he activated the spell again and went at the rock. After that he went again and again and again through the night.
When the sun began to rise, the rock had been damaged in several areas but his hands were bleeding from the repeated strikes. He screamed out in victory as he came up with his next spell. The name of this spell was obvious from the get go as he was built from the basis of another.”Double Cross Lightning….spell number two”, he said as he keeled on the ground. Taking the time to dress his wounds as he spell name started to appear in the pages of his grimoire. After a bit of self care, he tested his normal technique with his one good arm. But instead of striking a rock he focused more on the motion of the strike. It was a one handed strike that was engulfed in lightning and was aimed at the head, chest or a limb. So the motion would be similar to a chop or a punch of some kind. Once he got it down, he took the time to catch another breather. He clenched his fists as they still stung but they were in better condition than before.
After a few hours of rest and meditation, he was at the final stretch of his training session as he wondered what else he could do. Ranged attacks are regulated to single shots and he cant make traps or defensive moves with his element. The only thing he knows what to do is attack and boost his speed; they were the only things he knows how to use and nothing else seems to stick. A few more hours were spent butting his head against a wall on how to come up with a solution to this question. It was his final spell and it had to be something that can be as versatile as it is unique. He grabbed a stick and swung it in the air as he tried to get his ideas going. His physical reinforcement and his movements were all he can do….it was all focused inward as he always found it more useful to rely on his own body rather than his magic. The answer was obvious but he could not see it as he swung at the air more and more until it dawned on him as he went in for another swing.
“....hm, what if I…”, he held the stick in his hand as he took a stance. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he began to coat the stick in magic. The stick began to glow and spark like his limbs when he was using his other spells. He held in place just long enough to see what it could do but it soon dissipated once more as he needed to catch his breath. He was getting exhausted from all this training but he can't bring himself to stop now as he has something. He casted the spell again and he began to go to work as he began to recall a few books he read about swordsmanship from another continent. It wasn't a perfect recreation as it had too many mistakes and delays but he was swinging his stick around to see if it could actually hold any of his magic properties.
He swung a rock he was practicing on before but it easily broke the stick. So he went and got a few dozen more and went to work as he practiced for who knows how long at this rock trying to shatter it with enough force. A swing and a failure, a swing and a failure, a swing and a failure, it was arduous and maddening as he grew more and more frustrated as he was doing everything right but it wasn't enough. He’d scream at several points to vent out his rage before he went back to practicing. It went on for hours, his screams echoing through the field as he inched his way forward bit by bit. A change in posture here, a step back there, swinging a bit faster there, the hours went by and he felt himself getting better and better. From dawn till dusk he trained this new spell until he beat it into his brain on how it can be used.
It was at dawn of the fifth day he’d been training this new spell. His clothes were ragged his hair was messed up, his arms were bloodied and bruised, but his expression remained stern as he activated the spell once again and dashed at the stone. With a single swing, the stone that had been mocking him for a week had shattered into pieces without any issue. His expression on his face was blank as he looked at the result, his eyes looking at the remains of it as he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He was quiet as the stick in his hands dropped to the ground and he fell to his knees.
His eyes began to realize what he had accomplished and he yelled as loudly as he could that it reverberated throughout the entire forest. Scaring birds and deer that were nearby as he screamed in triumph. His arms shot up into the air as he screamed to the heavens. “YEEEEEEEEES I DID IT, I FINALLY DID IT! YEEEEEEES” he roared out as he slowly got back on his feet. The pages of his grimoire began to flip once again but he never named it. He was puzzled for a moment as to what it was actually called and all it said was, “Lightning Blade”. The name captured everything he felt after that much time and effort was put into it.But it was all surreal to push himself to his utmost limit to create a spell like that. All he could do was laugh, he fell onto the ground and splayed out as he just laughed for a good five minutes at the celebration of his victory.
Alexander wanted to cool off with some relaxing practice of his lightning shots. Practicing his aim and shooting will come in handy for the exams as he knows people there are not going to okay coming into their zone and beating them down. He doesn't need to be good, but it needs to be effective enough to use so he wouldn't be completely gimped when out in the field. But this was child's play compared to the hell he put himself through. His body felt way lighter than it did before as a result of the training. Footwork, spell execution, physical attacks and the sort were all improved and burned into his soul. Actual progress has been shown and he proved to himself that he can get stronger. Its all going to go up from there as he knows there is going to be stronger people out there. But if he takes them all on with the same amount of energy and effort as he did here in this grueling training session then he will be more than fine.
He dusted himself off and cleaned himself before returning back home to his family. Of course they were worried about him since he did go missing for a good week without any sort of contact. His looks and injuries added but he explained to them what he was doing. All of their protests fell on deaf ears as his little sister Freya looked up to him and said “make sure you give em hell, bro”. He hugged his little sister as he gave those words of e encouragement as he got ready to head off. The family stopped insisting as they saw the look on his face as he said his goodbyes.
“Take care of everyone, Freya. I’m going to show them what I’m made of”, he said as he walked down the trail. His little sister stayed resolute as she saw her big brother off, holding back the tears. His body felt lighter than when he first came home but a part of himself feels more alive.
“So, what's the next destination?”
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But he has a chance to make up for the time he has lost in his own way. He cannot see himself ever going back to the life he was after the war. His hometown burned and his family spent five years living in fear; he trained his body to distract himself but it also awakened a burning desire for change. A desire to see the world and see who else is out there. The tales his village elder told him as a kid were ingrained into his mind. Tales of heroism, triumph, despair and victory were burned into his mind as he trained his body and soul. If the heroes of yore can do it ,why not him? The heroes of the legend said they came from the Forsaken, if they can become legends through hard work and gaining power then it must be possible for him.
From what he heard over the past five years during the war, there were many who can bring great destruction and change the very land they walk down with their will alone. It was inspiring and terrifying at the same time as he wanted that power. He wanted that power so damn much that he trained tirelessly for the five years until the war ended; to prepare himself to fight an enemy that would never come. It felt hollow and angering to say the least.
On a whim, he decided to see if he was eligible in getting his grimoire. Numerous people far and wide showed up after the war, all of them hankering for a taste of this power. Many of them wanted to see if they were able to stand above the others and improve their lives. He saw them as pathetic as he got his. Many eyes were on him as he was one the select few to get their own book; some instigated fights with fists and stones. But he took them in stride as he left with a satisfied look on his face. Thus after returning home and thinking, he decided to travel for a while and see what sort of answer he can give to his family since they were finally safe now.
Traveling constantly had its benefits but it was going to get him killed one way or another in the future. His tendency to get into fights will eventually go wrong and if he stays on the path he walks then it will lead to tragedy. Fortunately, he was caught by a Magic Knight in the town of Hage that gave him some new direction in life. It was a mere suggestion but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to actually try it. He left that town with a new found resolve as he decided to become a Magic Knight.
But he realized on his journey home that it was going to be a challenge when he thinks about the types who are going to show up. His amount of training isn't going to suffice against someone who has been training for most of their life. His three basic spells aren't going to cut it as he recalls various stories about wizards who use various types of magic. If he wants to at least scratch those nobles, he is going to need a serious boost in fighting ability. He spent most of his trip wracking his head on how to actually boost his abilities in a short amount of time.
His cape is fine as is as it was the first spell he learned and he uses it a fair bit. Other basic attacks are good enough on their own but he needed more variety. A part of him feels like he needs to try and expand his horizons. Like he can do more with what he is doing at the bare minimum with the element he has.
It was obvious when Alexander got home his family can tell what he was thinking of. His usually lazy mood was not showing as he was walking around the house with a determined expression on his face. He did his usual chores and talked with his family before heading out into a more private part of the forest. The area he picked was a field in the middle of a forest with a massive stump where a tree was as large as a mountain was rumored to exist. It was all a local legend but it was the perfect place to think.
He sat there for a good while meditating in the center of a stump to figure out a way to use his magic. A multitude of ideas started to flood in as he wanted to try so many things; but he calmed himself as he wanted to do what he was possible for him at his current level. He reduced down the idea of him making weapons and creating massive attacks that can level a forest. A focus is what he needed and he thought about it for a while until the sunrise came.
Sometime had passed since he started and he slowly pieced together a plan for himself as he tried to find a focus. Three new spells was his goal and each one must be unique in its own way. No repeats or out of place concepts, it has to suit his image and fighting style he is aiming for. It was a wall he had to climb on his own as he wanted to see if he was actually capable of growing stronger.
The first spell idea he had on his mind as he wracked his brain for ideas involved giving himself a boost in speed. It was a simple idea but how he went about it was unique in application; he channeled his element through his legs to bolster his movements. ‘First spell out of three...done..” he muttered to himself as he looked at his legs that emanated his thunderous element. It soon dissipated as he took a knee to catch his breath. He made the spell but he still doesn't have a grasp on what it can actually do for him. After a few minutes of rest, he activated the spell again and began to go for a test run. Basic movements like a few kicks and hops were done and the results were subtle but it was a start.
He took a running stance and began to dash forward, he could feel the wind on him as he gradually increased his speed. Suddenly he made sharp turns at several points to see how it was affected by it but nothing seemed off. But his legs did feel a bit off when he stopped using the spell for a few seconds before they returned to normal. The spell seemed to have some sort of recoil when using it for prolonged periods. He can work out the issue with that for later but he still had more to try out as he used the spell again.
His legs were ready as he went for another running start before he went for a jump where he felt himself going further than he thought. It was not a similar feeling to when he uses his cloak but it was better than nothing. ‘Hm...need to work out the issues at a different time...but I need to just have this working for the exams’, he muttered as he went for a few more laps around the area. His speed gradually building up to new heights he never thought he could do. While it wasn't his cloak, it was a lot easier to bring out compared to his cape and it could come in handy in the future.”hmmm...legs of lightning running on the road….Lightning Road is a good name for this” Alexander said as the words started to form in his grimoire.
But that was only step one as he needed to compare the speed he got with normal to his boost. He took a stance as he went to work; the physical part of his training is about to begin and it was vital for him to train it alongside his magic. With a single thought he began to fly in the air and this the next part of the training began. He was gradually speeding up as he moved in the air, throwing punches and kicks in between dashes for good measure. His stance was stable and the cape boosted his power and speed but the issue became obvious as lit torch in the night. It practically made him a moving target for anyone who is not on his side and if he wants to live, he needs to be smart when using this spell in the future. As he finished up his training in the air, he fell towards the ground and landed. He soon fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night as he used too much energy during the day.
“Well might as well keep going…” he said as he mediated a bit more for a few hours to think of another idea. His attacks with strikes are going to be a deciding factor but it was something of an issue when he realizes that opponents can block his strikes. If the attack misses, it was another opportunity for them to strike at him. But this issue was not as big as he thought as his solution was the most straightforward.
He shot back up on his feet and gathered his mana in both of his arms visualizing his spell in both of them and….!”YES, NOW THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT” he yelled out as a burst of sparks came from both of his hands. Lightning came from both of his hands and he felt the power flow through him like he did with his previous spell.”Lets see what these bad boys can do” ,he said as he took aim at a boulder in the center of the field and hit it at full force. No mark and his hands hurted like hell from the impact; but his eyes burned bright as he activated the spell again and went at the rock. After that he went again and again and again through the night.
When the sun began to rise, the rock had been damaged in several areas but his hands were bleeding from the repeated strikes. He screamed out in victory as he came up with his next spell. The name of this spell was obvious from the get go as he was built from the basis of another.”Double Cross Lightning….spell number two”, he said as he keeled on the ground. Taking the time to dress his wounds as he spell name started to appear in the pages of his grimoire. After a bit of self care, he tested his normal technique with his one good arm. But instead of striking a rock he focused more on the motion of the strike. It was a one handed strike that was engulfed in lightning and was aimed at the head, chest or a limb. So the motion would be similar to a chop or a punch of some kind. Once he got it down, he took the time to catch another breather. He clenched his fists as they still stung but they were in better condition than before.
After a few hours of rest and meditation, he was at the final stretch of his training session as he wondered what else he could do. Ranged attacks are regulated to single shots and he cant make traps or defensive moves with his element. The only thing he knows what to do is attack and boost his speed; they were the only things he knows how to use and nothing else seems to stick. A few more hours were spent butting his head against a wall on how to come up with a solution to this question. It was his final spell and it had to be something that can be as versatile as it is unique. He grabbed a stick and swung it in the air as he tried to get his ideas going. His physical reinforcement and his movements were all he can do….it was all focused inward as he always found it more useful to rely on his own body rather than his magic. The answer was obvious but he could not see it as he swung at the air more and more until it dawned on him as he went in for another swing.
“....hm, what if I…”, he held the stick in his hand as he took a stance. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he began to coat the stick in magic. The stick began to glow and spark like his limbs when he was using his other spells. He held in place just long enough to see what it could do but it soon dissipated once more as he needed to catch his breath. He was getting exhausted from all this training but he can't bring himself to stop now as he has something. He casted the spell again and he began to go to work as he began to recall a few books he read about swordsmanship from another continent. It wasn't a perfect recreation as it had too many mistakes and delays but he was swinging his stick around to see if it could actually hold any of his magic properties.
He swung a rock he was practicing on before but it easily broke the stick. So he went and got a few dozen more and went to work as he practiced for who knows how long at this rock trying to shatter it with enough force. A swing and a failure, a swing and a failure, a swing and a failure, it was arduous and maddening as he grew more and more frustrated as he was doing everything right but it wasn't enough. He’d scream at several points to vent out his rage before he went back to practicing. It went on for hours, his screams echoing through the field as he inched his way forward bit by bit. A change in posture here, a step back there, swinging a bit faster there, the hours went by and he felt himself getting better and better. From dawn till dusk he trained this new spell until he beat it into his brain on how it can be used.
It was at dawn of the fifth day he’d been training this new spell. His clothes were ragged his hair was messed up, his arms were bloodied and bruised, but his expression remained stern as he activated the spell once again and dashed at the stone. With a single swing, the stone that had been mocking him for a week had shattered into pieces without any issue. His expression on his face was blank as he looked at the result, his eyes looking at the remains of it as he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He was quiet as the stick in his hands dropped to the ground and he fell to his knees.
His eyes began to realize what he had accomplished and he yelled as loudly as he could that it reverberated throughout the entire forest. Scaring birds and deer that were nearby as he screamed in triumph. His arms shot up into the air as he screamed to the heavens. “YEEEEEEEEES I DID IT, I FINALLY DID IT! YEEEEEEES” he roared out as he slowly got back on his feet. The pages of his grimoire began to flip once again but he never named it. He was puzzled for a moment as to what it was actually called and all it said was, “Lightning Blade”. The name captured everything he felt after that much time and effort was put into it.But it was all surreal to push himself to his utmost limit to create a spell like that. All he could do was laugh, he fell onto the ground and splayed out as he just laughed for a good five minutes at the celebration of his victory.
Alexander wanted to cool off with some relaxing practice of his lightning shots. Practicing his aim and shooting will come in handy for the exams as he knows people there are not going to okay coming into their zone and beating them down. He doesn't need to be good, but it needs to be effective enough to use so he wouldn't be completely gimped when out in the field. But this was child's play compared to the hell he put himself through. His body felt way lighter than it did before as a result of the training. Footwork, spell execution, physical attacks and the sort were all improved and burned into his soul. Actual progress has been shown and he proved to himself that he can get stronger. Its all going to go up from there as he knows there is going to be stronger people out there. But if he takes them all on with the same amount of energy and effort as he did here in this grueling training session then he will be more than fine.
He dusted himself off and cleaned himself before returning back home to his family. Of course they were worried about him since he did go missing for a good week without any sort of contact. His looks and injuries added but he explained to them what he was doing. All of their protests fell on deaf ears as his little sister Freya looked up to him and said “make sure you give em hell, bro”. He hugged his little sister as he gave those words of e encouragement as he got ready to head off. The family stopped insisting as they saw the look on his face as he said his goodbyes.
“Take care of everyone, Freya. I’m going to show them what I’m made of”, he said as he walked down the trail. His little sister stayed resolute as she saw her big brother off, holding back the tears. His body felt lighter than when he first came home but a part of himself feels more alive.
“So, what's the next destination?”
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