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[taryon]

Who: Taryon Darrington (taryon) & others.
What: Catch-all for intro log and Thesa shenanigans.
When: December.
Where: Thesa, space, Wyver, places.
Warning(s): Will edit if any.


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for fitzchivalry.

[taryon]

(( prompt: WELCOME TO WYVER - east end training grounds ))

[ It doesn't surprise him that Vox Machina wants to make this place their home over Olympia: there's something very comforting about the wild city, especially here, where the clash of weapon and weapon rings out. Taryon is dressed in full armor, but his rod is still just a rod as he meanders looking for a competitor that takes his interest. He half expects to see Grog stepping off the dirt of the wrestler's ring, sweaty and bruised, and the archer's range makes him think of Vex.

When he spots the young man working alone with the axes, however, he stops, drawn somehow by a brooding charisma he would be too embarrassed to try and put to words. ]

You there! Hello! Fancy a bit of a match?

[ He doesn't really know shit about axes but when he tells his rod — ]

Axe!

[ It turns into quite a good one. ]

[badgerlock]

[Fitz is not in full armor, because he was barely trained with a jerkin, let alone anything approaching armor. But here he is, having found a pair of axes and is finally feeling his footing. After the entire - well, everything - that was the past year, it makes him feel like maybe he can be himself again, eventually.

Well.

Maybe not. Chade's boy is well and truly dead.

He looks up when he's addressed, and his lips tip a little, suggesting a smile.]

All right.

[He says it but then-]

You ought to give a warning when you do that.

[But he sounds more interested than anything.]

[taryon]

Do— oh, the rod.

[ He gives a slightly prideful little smirk, since he's grown used to people admiring it, both here and back home, and to his credit he did make it himself. But still. Probably he knew exactly what Fitz was referring to. ]

Terribly sorry. I suppose I'm simply used to it.

[ A slight shrug, and he goes on. ]

It's a useful feature — but only if I keep training in multiple weapons. No point making it an axe if I can't use one.

[badgerlock]

Can you use one?

[He hefts his own axe. This isn't the one he had at home, but that one was left behind, abandoned. The truth is the only weapon Fitz ever cared about is Verity's sword, and that's with him, and so he's not bothered by whichever axe he has to use to get his point across.

But he wants to get an idea of what level of expertise he's working with, here.]