[ After a while of hard training, Istvan, Seylin, and Patrick decide to chill some. Alcinoe and Kardos have gone off to train some more (wink wink, nudge nudge), and Will is off spending time in prayer (which is sort of like training, for him), so it's just the three of them on the rooftop of the Flying Couches home. ] [ Session Start! ] * Istvan is standing by the edge of the roof, looking out idly into the distance. He is, as is becoming routine, black and blue all over. Somewhat less routine is the anvil strapped to his back. * Seylin lands on the roof. "Hi, Istvan! Uh, why do you have an anvil strapped to your back?" [ Style. ] * Istvan looks back at Seylin... and teeters for a moment as the anvil throws off his balance. He gets his feet under him before he topples over, thankfully. "Old dwarven training trick. You walk around with an anvil strapped to your back. Makes you strong." * Patrick grins as he walks in from, somewhere. He's kinda creepy that way, but whatev. "I'll say. Kinda like training weights." * Seylin examines it. "I don't think that'd work well for me." You're not a power fighter, so this'd be all wrong for you. But me... all I got is strength, so I gotta make the most of it. A bit of strength doesn't hurt. Neither does the ability to control that strength in an instant. * Patrick smiles at Seylin. "Think you have that training down?" I'm getting the hang of it. I still need to practice more, though. That's cool. You're a real natural at it. ^_^ * Seylin smiles. "Thanks!" 'course. Anyone who's gonna be hitting people needs some strength. But I don't think Seylin needs, or wants, this. *flexes a bicep; it's big* * Seylin giggles. "Impressive, but you're right." * Patrick grins. You depend on bein' quick and elusive to fight. I ain't a statue, but I'm not gonna dodge a ton, and the war pick ain't a defensive weapon. So I gotta be able to just walk forward and hit someone so much they don't have time to hit back. You'd probably get hit less if you used a shield, you know. Could. But you can't use a war pick with one hand. And I ain't anywhere near as good with any other weapon. (In FFXI, you can! ;p) (XD) Mm, I'm pretty sure you can get special training to use it in one hand. (Monkey Grip baby!) But either way, increasing your strength and endurance is a good thing! I know. There were a coupla dwarves back in Moradin's Deep who fought like that. But you just don't get the same power behind the strikes. Yeah, but you're helluva target to hit. ~_^ Hitting opponents behind shields is a pain in the ass, even for archers like me. s'why I wear such heavy armor. And why I'm learnin' to make weapons'n armor that's as good as anything a wizard can put together. Will you be able to make an invisible halberd like mine someday? If I manage to master all the techniques, I could make you an invisible vorpal halberd. Wow! That'd be fantastic! * Patrick whistles. That's impressive. Can you make vorpal arrowheads? * Patrick grins. ... dunno about that. Maybe if you were shootin' at pixies. Though it wouldn't work against that pixie I made the tower shield for. * Seylin laughs. Trust me, I can put enough punch behind the bow to shoot through someone's spine. ^_^ * Istvan shakes his head. "I know that it's a polymorphed dwarf... but still, pixies shouldn't be wearing full plate." Ew, yeah. Tinfoil isn't going to divert many attacks. Tinfoil? Try enchanted adamantine. Still not going to do much. * Seylin tilts her head slightly and blinks. Prolly not, yeah. If only 'cause the force of the arrow would knock him a few blocks. That and there's not enough surface tension to keep the metal from folding. ( You should go on a quest do find a way to turn him back into a dwarf. ) * Patrick grins. "You kinda have to know these things if you make flexible weapons like longbows." You guys want something to drink? I've been experimenting with Patrick's vanilla ice cream and some orange juice. It's really good! ( ORANGE SEYLIN ) * Patrick laughs. "Orange Icecream?" Not quite. Mix them together and stir them up, and it's kind of a drink, kind of a snack. Hmmm... Wouldn't it be a bit thick then? Maybe we should add some milk or cream? I'd appreciate it. *nods back at Patrick* You'd prolly know more than I do 'bout that. But you'd be surprised what a good suit of dwarven-made armor can stand up to. Milk, yeah. That's what it's missing. Come on, let's make some then! * Patrick jumps off the edge of the roof. * Seylin watches Patrick go. "I think I'll take the long way down for once. Want to come along, Istvan, or shall I bring yours up here?" I'll come down. Stairs are... well, not fun with this thing, but good. Okay. * Seylin starts heading down to the kitchen. Via stairs! [ The stairs lead down into the house and through it! It's a fascinating journey that I'll describe some other time when I'm feeling less lazy. ] * Istvan takes the stairs a little bit slower that Pat and Sey. For obvious reasons. * Patrick is in the kitchen with ice cream and orange juice and milk and cream out on the counter! Hey, what took you so long? ^_^ Just felt like taking the stairs for a change. [ Normal stairs would complain under the weight of Istvan's anvil. But these stairs were built to handle Tia, so he's fine. ] * Istvan takes a deep breath as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, and proceeds to the kitchen. [ Speaking of which, both Seylin and Istvan pass Tia on the way down. She's busily playing with a prismatic butterfly. ] * Seylin had waved to Tia when she passed her. [ Tia didn't notice. BUTTERFLY! ] (I wonder if we have the equivalent of blenders, or if we're just going to have to make Istvan stir a lot? ;p) (We got blenders.) (Heck, we have TV.) (And electric guitars.) (True!) Patrick, where's the blender? This thing? * Patrick tosses Seylin a blender. * Seylin catches the blender. "Yes! This! Which really isn't good for throwing." * Istvan fidgits. "I'm startin' to realize why this is a dwarven training technique, and not a human one." Yeah, you're gonna be short if you keep that up. ~_^ * Seylin sets the blender down on the counter. "Now, the ingredients." She picks up the ice cream and scoops some into the blender, then laughs at Patrick's comment. Nah, s'not that. Higher center of gravity means it's pullin' down on my back more. S'gonna help build up those muscles... but it damn well ain't very comfortable. * Seylin pours in some milk and orange juice and a dash of cream, then sets the blender to, well, blending. She leans an elbow on the counter and watches Patrick and Istvan. * Istvan pauses for a moment. "Then again, I'm carrying a freakin' anvil. No way it could be comfortable." Hey, question for you, Pat. * Seylin stops the blender and rummages in the cabinets for glasses. Whaddya do if you run into someone with armor enchanted with one of those spells that repel arrows? Nothing is enough to repel all my arrows at once. Also, I can always wait for them to take the armor off. ^_^ Usually there's a limit to what the armor can do. * Seylin pours drinks, finds flexi-straws, and puts one in each. She holds them out to the guys. "They're ready!" * Patrick takes one and sips it. "Great job Seylin." ^_^ But if they're charging at you, would you be able to keep outta melee long enough to get past it? *chugs* Orangey. Thanks. Thanks! So, what would the normal limit on armor like that be? * Seylin takes a sip of her own drink. If they're charging me they're right where I want them. ~_^ Even if the armor is protecting them from most of your arrows? Normal limit is once per volley. And, if I have my way? They would never see me strike. * Seylin sips again and considers this. * Patrick sips and smiles. ( Here's an idea. Why don't you guys go back upstairs? ) Wanna take this up to the roof? ^_^ Fresh air's good for you. And I'm sure *you* could use the practice, Istvan. Sure, why not? * Istvan twirls his finger. "Whoopie." *heads up the stairs* * Patrick starts up the stairs! * Seylin gives Istvan a comforting pat on the arm and starts heading upstairs. [ On the way up the stairs, Seylin crits a Listen check! ] * Seylin hands her drink to Patrick. "You guys go on ahead. I'll catch up." * Patrick smirks. "Go for it Seylin. And watch out for Tia." ^_^ * Seylin heads off towards where she heard the conversation. * Istvan tilts his head as Seylin wanders off... and nearly topples over. * Patrick pulls Istvan up and steadies him. "Careful." He grins. Thanks. *gets steadied* This thing throws your balance all outta whack. Well duh. That's part of the point. Not really. Dwarves don't really do balance training... but I guess it's a double training for me. Dwarves are steady. You're not. Dwarves are short. I'm not. Why do you think they're steady? ^_^ Because they're short. Duh. *smirks* * Patrick continues up the stairs commenting on how dwarves are short, steady, and really need to lighten up. * Istvan responds by noting that, if dwarves lightened up, who would piss off the elves? * Patrick idly notes that elves get pissed off by humans too. * Istvan points out that nobody pisses of elves like dwarves. Except maybe drow. And Tarrasques. But that's more terror than pissedness. [ And so they slacked off for a while. Session End! ]