Post by Sir Kerag on Oct 24, 2011 17:41:53 GMT -5
This was the first he'd experienced a one on one training session with the Commander, and to his surprise, it was better than he imagined it to be. With every mistake came a quick but effective correction from Grayell, until Kerag had went from awkwardly trying the position to becoming quite comfortable, remembering the stance for practice later. He kept the cups balanced in his massive hands, the blood inside them still. Kerag gave Grayell an incredulous glare, mind racing on how he was going to move the blood into the bowl. The most obvious method would be to pour them in, yet defeat the purpose of the exercise all the same. No...he needed to learn to control the blood.
The orc closed his eye, blocking the cups, Grayell, and the lake from view. He turned his consciousness inwards, focusing on both his breath and the steady strong beat of his heart.
In
Out
In
Out
Amaranth wasn't far from him. That too was on his mind. Then the ocean of blood filled his vision, and he was no longer standing with Grayell by the lake. He looked down, blood up to his waist, Amaranth unsheathed, the black blade flat against his shoulder thrumming softly. The ocean extended as far as the eye could see in every direction. No sun or moon hung in the white blank sky. The blood kept him warm. He welcomed the sensation, and inside the crimson waves he saw a countless amount of faces staring back at him. Instinctively he knew they were all claimed by the sword at one time, that if he were to compare all of his slain enemies to the sword's, he would own a bloody puddle in the road compared to this...hellish body of claimed souls. The sight alone may have driven less experienced men mad, but Kerag fought the panic rising in his gut, like he did every night and looked at his reflection in the crimson water. He held a hand outward and reached for a connection, anything to help him feel the blood as Grayell did. He had no time for rituals and complicated reading material. He needed the power now
You must dive
Kerag hesitated, unsure where the whispering voice came from. The blood around him rippled when the sound reached him.
Dive
The orc's chest expanded, filling with air and he plunged into the depths....
In the material world, Kerag still held the cups, but the blood inside them began to ripple and swirl. The orc's eye remained closed, but he felt something. A connection. His heart drummed faster, and the blood inside the cups swirled almost violently. Individual droplets were rising from them, hovering above their respective cups. Kerag's breath grew rapid, and although he wasn't entirely aware of what he was doing, the mental strain it was causing him was all too apparent in his face.
The orc closed his eye, blocking the cups, Grayell, and the lake from view. He turned his consciousness inwards, focusing on both his breath and the steady strong beat of his heart.
In
Out
In
Out
Amaranth wasn't far from him. That too was on his mind. Then the ocean of blood filled his vision, and he was no longer standing with Grayell by the lake. He looked down, blood up to his waist, Amaranth unsheathed, the black blade flat against his shoulder thrumming softly. The ocean extended as far as the eye could see in every direction. No sun or moon hung in the white blank sky. The blood kept him warm. He welcomed the sensation, and inside the crimson waves he saw a countless amount of faces staring back at him. Instinctively he knew they were all claimed by the sword at one time, that if he were to compare all of his slain enemies to the sword's, he would own a bloody puddle in the road compared to this...hellish body of claimed souls. The sight alone may have driven less experienced men mad, but Kerag fought the panic rising in his gut, like he did every night and looked at his reflection in the crimson water. He held a hand outward and reached for a connection, anything to help him feel the blood as Grayell did. He had no time for rituals and complicated reading material. He needed the power now
You must dive
Kerag hesitated, unsure where the whispering voice came from. The blood around him rippled when the sound reached him.
Dive
The orc's chest expanded, filling with air and he plunged into the depths....
In the material world, Kerag still held the cups, but the blood inside them began to ripple and swirl. The orc's eye remained closed, but he felt something. A connection. His heart drummed faster, and the blood inside the cups swirled almost violently. Individual droplets were rising from them, hovering above their respective cups. Kerag's breath grew rapid, and although he wasn't entirely aware of what he was doing, the mental strain it was causing him was all too apparent in his face.