Innverse Stats | Heroes of Hraace (Pt. 3)

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Apista	Day 3 — Captain Apista by Brownie!
[Inspiring Chorus]	[Inspiring Chorus]. Maximillian ran, though it might have been the sheer embarrassment on his red, freckled face from having your personal cheering team lustily singing your virtues.
[Drummer]	A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.
[Inspiring Chorus]	A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.
[Uplifting Cheer]	A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.
[Masseuse]	A [Masseuse] was working the muscles in his legs as Maximillian lay down, and ameliorating the damage that would have kept the young man hobbling around like an invalid tomorrow. He squirmed, but one of the [Trainers] had a fruit beverage after a bitter draught of refreshing medicinal liquid. They were calculating how much water he needed.
[Trainer]	A [Masseuse] was working the muscles in his legs as Maximillian lay down, and ameliorating the damage that would have kept the young man hobbling around like an invalid tomorrow. He squirmed, but one of the [Trainers] had a fruit beverage after a bitter draught of refreshing medicinal liquid. They were calculating how much water he needed.
[Instructor]	“Absolutely! Just let us set up—our [Instructor], Jasrene, will demonstrate the form.”
Gazi Pathseeker	—And that was Max’s training. He was going through a complementary basic fitness course that Hraace offered to people they found worthy or who paid for it in quieter times. Maximillian and the other lower-level Mentors broke off from his exercise regimen to watch Gazi’s training.
[Fistfighter]	With fists, true, and padded arrows, but they were coming at her hard. No less than sixteen [Fistfighters] were swinging in a melee she was trying to get out of, and her eyes were spinning nonstop as several [Archers] free-fired arrows into the melee. And just to spice things up, every now and then, someone lobbed in a jar filled with cloth bags that exploded in every direction.
[Archer]	With fists, true, and padded arrows, but they were coming at her hard. No less than sixteen [Fistfighters] were swinging in a melee she was trying to get out of, and her eyes were spinning nonstop as several [Archers] free-fired arrows into the melee. And just to spice things up, every now and then, someone lobbed in a jar filled with cloth bags that exploded in every direction.
Gazi Pathseeker	The goal was to get Gazi ‘used to taking hits’. According to Pedagogia Araxia, Gazi had a lot of bad habits that came from wearing her nigh-indestructible armor. Her famed fighting style meant she deflected a lot of projectiles with her claymore, but she used her armor to tank the rest. If her armor broke—that style would get her wounded quickly.
Gazi Pathseeker	The goal was to get Gazi ‘used to taking hits’. According to Pedagogia Araxia, Gazi had a lot of bad habits that came from wearing her nigh-indestructible armor. Her famed fighting style meant she deflected a lot of projectiles with her claymore, but she used her armor to tank the rest. If her armor broke—that style would get her wounded quickly.
Gazi Pathseeker	What was the therapy? Eating a bunch of punches, apparently. Gazi blocked a punch to her gut, swayed out of a flurry of blows, and kept her arms moving, deflecting punches, dodging, using her opponents to block each other.
Gazi Pathseeker	It looked like it sucked, but Gazi didn’t utter a word of complaint, just doggedly trained. By contrast, Ceria was all complaints.
Ceria Springwalker	It looked like it sucked, but Gazi didn’t utter a word of complaint, just doggedly trained. By contrast, Ceria was all complaints.
Ceria Springwalker	“Come on, Ice Squirrel, right at me! Donut! Do-nut.”
Ceria Springwalker	Her trainers were waving a donut on a fishing hook at her, and Ceria blasted it out of the air with an [Ice Spike]. They swapped it out for a fried fish pilaf. They were waving it on the other end of a platform they’d rigged up.
[Ice Spike]	Her trainers were waving a donut on a fishing hook at her, and Ceria blasted it out of the air with an [Ice Spike]. They swapped it out for a fried fish pilaf. They were waving it on the other end of a platform they’d rigged up.
Ceria Springwalker	It was a simple contraption. A twenty-foot stretch of space over padded cloth bags. Ceria’s job was to get to the other side. However—and this was the trick—she was supposed to skate across the balance-beam in increasingly difficult ways.
Ceria Springwalker	Even a straight balance beam could be tricky when Ceria had barely enough space to put her foot down. But the Hraacians had made the path wobbly, forced Ceria to maneuver at sharp angles…and they were motivating her with food.
Ceria Springwalker	Even a straight balance beam could be tricky when Ceria had barely enough space to put her foot down. But the Hraacians had made the path wobbly, forced Ceria to maneuver at sharp angles…and they were motivating her with food.
Ceria Springwalker	The scowling Ice Squirrel went for the skating attempt again, tried to do a curve along a wide arc, and went flying off the balance beam to laughter and applause from the watchers. There was a reason Hraacian citizens liked watching the training. Ceria picked herself up, slapping away hands reaching for her.
Ceria Springwalker	The scowling Ice Squirrel went for the skating attempt again, tried to do a curve along a wide arc, and went flying off the balance beam to laughter and applause from the watchers. There was a reason Hraacian citizens liked watching the training. Ceria picked herself up, slapping away hands reaching for her.
[Trainer]	She snapped, and the [Trainers] were a lot less nice with her than Maximillian. One half-Elf put his hands on his hips.

Day 3 — Captain Apista by Brownie!

[Inspiring Chorus]. Maximillian ran, though it might have been the sheer embarrassment on his red, freckled face from having your personal cheering team lustily singing your virtues.

[Drummer]

A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.

[Inspiring Chorus]

A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.

[Uplifting Cheer]

A jogging [Drummer] lowered the tempo, but kept Maximillian running to the beat. The [Inspiring Chorus] was replaced by an [Uplifting Cheer], and like that, they coaxed another mile out of him. And another.

[Masseuse]

A [Masseuse] was working the muscles in his legs as Maximillian lay down, and ameliorating the damage that would have kept the young man hobbling around like an invalid tomorrow. He squirmed, but one of the [Trainers] had a fruit beverage after a bitter draught of refreshing medicinal liquid. They were calculating how much water he needed.

[Trainer]

A [Masseuse] was working the muscles in his legs as Maximillian lay down, and ameliorating the damage that would have kept the young man hobbling around like an invalid tomorrow. He squirmed, but one of the [Trainers] had a fruit beverage after a bitter draught of refreshing medicinal liquid. They were calculating how much water he needed.

[Instructor]

“Absolutely! Just let us set up—our [Instructor], Jasrene, will demonstrate the form.”

Gazi Pathseeker

—And that was Max’s training. He was going through a complementary basic fitness course that Hraace offered to people they found worthy or who paid for it in quieter times. Maximillian and the other lower-level Mentors broke off from his exercise regimen to watch Gazi’s training.

[Fistfighter]

With fists, true, and padded arrows, but they were coming at her hard. No less than sixteen [Fistfighters] were swinging in a melee she was trying to get out of, and her eyes were spinning nonstop as several [Archers] free-fired arrows into the melee. And just to spice things up, every now and then, someone lobbed in a jar filled with cloth bags that exploded in every direction.

[Archer]

With fists, true, and padded arrows, but they were coming at her hard. No less than sixteen [Fistfighters] were swinging in a melee she was trying to get out of, and her eyes were spinning nonstop as several [Archers] free-fired arrows into the melee. And just to spice things up, every now and then, someone lobbed in a jar filled with cloth bags that exploded in every direction.

Gazi Pathseeker

The goal was to get Gazi ‘used to taking hits’. According to Pedagogia Araxia, Gazi had a lot of bad habits that came from wearing her nigh-indestructible armor. Her famed fighting style meant she deflected a lot of projectiles with her claymore, but she used her armor to tank the rest. If her armor broke—that style would get her wounded quickly.

Gazi Pathseeker

The goal was to get Gazi ‘used to taking hits’. According to Pedagogia Araxia, Gazi had a lot of bad habits that came from wearing her nigh-indestructible armor. Her famed fighting style meant she deflected a lot of projectiles with her claymore, but she used her armor to tank the rest. If her armor broke—that style would get her wounded quickly.

Gazi Pathseeker

What was the therapy? Eating a bunch of punches, apparently. Gazi blocked a punch to her gut, swayed out of a flurry of blows, and kept her arms moving, deflecting punches, dodging, using her opponents to block each other.

Gazi Pathseeker

It looked like it sucked, but Gazi didn’t utter a word of complaint, just doggedly trained. By contrast, Ceria was all complaints.

Ceria Springwalker

It looked like it sucked, but Gazi didn’t utter a word of complaint, just doggedly trained. By contrast, Ceria was all complaints.

Ceria Springwalker

“Come on, Ice Squirrel, right at me! Donut! Do-nut.”

Ceria Springwalker

Her trainers were waving a donut on a fishing hook at her, and Ceria blasted it out of the air with an [Ice Spike]. They swapped it out for a fried fish pilaf. They were waving it on the other end of a platform they’d rigged up.

[Ice Spike]

Her trainers were waving a donut on a fishing hook at her, and Ceria blasted it out of the air with an [Ice Spike]. They swapped it out for a fried fish pilaf. They were waving it on the other end of a platform they’d rigged up.

Ceria Springwalker

It was a simple contraption. A twenty-foot stretch of space over padded cloth bags. Ceria’s job was to get to the other side. However—and this was the trick—she was supposed to skate across the balance-beam in increasingly difficult ways.

Ceria Springwalker

Even a straight balance beam could be tricky when Ceria had barely enough space to put her foot down. But the Hraacians had made the path wobbly, forced Ceria to maneuver at sharp angles…and they were motivating her with food.

Ceria Springwalker

Even a straight balance beam could be tricky when Ceria had barely enough space to put her foot down. But the Hraacians had made the path wobbly, forced Ceria to maneuver at sharp angles…and they were motivating her with food.

Ceria Springwalker

The scowling Ice Squirrel went for the skating attempt again, tried to do a curve along a wide arc, and went flying off the balance beam to laughter and applause from the watchers. There was a reason Hraacian citizens liked watching the training. Ceria picked herself up, slapping away hands reaching for her.

Ceria Springwalker

The scowling Ice Squirrel went for the skating attempt again, tried to do a curve along a wide arc, and went flying off the balance beam to laughter and applause from the watchers. There was a reason Hraacian citizens liked watching the training. Ceria picked herself up, slapping away hands reaching for her.

[Trainer]

She snapped, and the [Trainers] were a lot less nice with her than Maximillian. One half-Elf put his hands on his hips.

Heroes of Hraace (Pt. 3)

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