August 21 -- Alive
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Dear Diary,
Last night was glorious.
Last night, the Sigil had combat training. First of all, let me just say that at least lately, I've not seen anyone more... serious than the Sigil. I remember that spending time with them used to involve a lot of entertaining ridiculosity. Where was that last night? Everyone was grim or grave or some combination of the two. I understand that we're a serious humanitarian organization, but have things truly been that bleak? Aren't we supposed to enjoy our work as well? But there was everyone, looking as if we were going into violent battle situation instead of sparring for fun. Especially that kid with glasses (I'll get to him in a minute).
But whatever. Even if everyone else around me is SO SERIOUS, the rest of my life outside of the Sigil is typically too dire for me to really be able to remain grim and dark and grimdark with them. So, I had a gin and tonic and then I had fun.
The spar took place out on the docks. Lassair enchanted our weapons so that they wouldn't actually harm anyone, but would rather pass through them and leave splashes of bright color behind where we struck. I thought it was rather amusing: I was fighting against three paladins (the kid with the glasses, whose name is Lucasus; the draenei named Theelina; and Fenyx), but I'm fairly certain none of them had ever fought with a rogue before. And admittedly, I wasn't at the top of my game--the humidity in Menethil Harbor had my leg screaming at me--but they didn't manage to catch me until I got bored...and caught them all first. Pink, pink, pink.
Theelina and Fenyx were pretty good-natured about it and wanted to ask me about techniques later, which is fair enough, and a good point besides. People who fight like me aren't as common as we used to be, but we can be deadly if you're not expecting us. The worst part of it was that if it had been real combat and I'd had my poisons, all it would have taken was a scratch, and I can do that without getting terribly close. Just a scratch and you're paralyzed or twitching on the floor or dead.
All that to say, I hope that I can practice with more people more often. And also, more paladins need to wear (a) helms to protect their heads and (b) gorgets to protect their necks.
Back to Lucasus. He pulled himself out of the fight early because I managed to catch him in the back of the neck with a throwing dagger. This made sense to me, and logically, I thought that Theelina and Fenyx should've been out after I got them in the same places (since, you know. Being stabbed in the neck tends to cause severe problems). Lucasus, however, was upset that I was still fighting after getting caught in the leg.
He's young and he's grumpy, I think, and I almost wished I could've stripped down and shown him what I've fought with before. Hell, my entire body is a map of what you can still fight with. I think the only ones that really stopped me were the one I got from Oliver's pauldrons and the ones I received in Ahn'Qiraj. Still, I'm kind of amazed. You don't stop fighting because someone cut your leg. You stop because you can't move anymore without spilling your intestines on the ground or because you've been stabbed in the brain.
I hope he figures this out soon. As it is, he reminds me of a quieter, sulkier Chadley, and part of me feels pretty bad for his girlfriend. Light knows I hate it when Oliver broods like that, and it seems like a permanent state for Lucasus.
Moving on, Lassair granted me and Oliver permission to scope out the ruins of the Bordros house, and I think we're going to do that today. Light willing, we'll find some information about that Tatters character and be able to get out unscathed. Neither of us plan to engage in battle, either with that Tatters thing or with the little girl he's been seen with. If they attack us, Oliver plans to deathgate us away and have done with it. I'm not really planning to play games.
Still. Sparring. Fun.
-S.
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Dear Diary,
Last night was glorious.
Last night, the Sigil had combat training. First of all, let me just say that at least lately, I've not seen anyone more... serious than the Sigil. I remember that spending time with them used to involve a lot of entertaining ridiculosity. Where was that last night? Everyone was grim or grave or some combination of the two. I understand that we're a serious humanitarian organization, but have things truly been that bleak? Aren't we supposed to enjoy our work as well? But there was everyone, looking as if we were going into violent battle situation instead of sparring for fun. Especially that kid with glasses (I'll get to him in a minute).
But whatever. Even if everyone else around me is SO SERIOUS, the rest of my life outside of the Sigil is typically too dire for me to really be able to remain grim and dark and grimdark with them. So, I had a gin and tonic and then I had fun.
The spar took place out on the docks. Lassair enchanted our weapons so that they wouldn't actually harm anyone, but would rather pass through them and leave splashes of bright color behind where we struck. I thought it was rather amusing: I was fighting against three paladins (the kid with the glasses, whose name is Lucasus; the draenei named Theelina; and Fenyx), but I'm fairly certain none of them had ever fought with a rogue before. And admittedly, I wasn't at the top of my game--the humidity in Menethil Harbor had my leg screaming at me--but they didn't manage to catch me until I got bored...and caught them all first. Pink, pink, pink.
Theelina and Fenyx were pretty good-natured about it and wanted to ask me about techniques later, which is fair enough, and a good point besides. People who fight like me aren't as common as we used to be, but we can be deadly if you're not expecting us. The worst part of it was that if it had been real combat and I'd had my poisons, all it would have taken was a scratch, and I can do that without getting terribly close. Just a scratch and you're paralyzed or twitching on the floor or dead.
All that to say, I hope that I can practice with more people more often. And also, more paladins need to wear (a) helms to protect their heads and (b) gorgets to protect their necks.
Back to Lucasus. He pulled himself out of the fight early because I managed to catch him in the back of the neck with a throwing dagger. This made sense to me, and logically, I thought that Theelina and Fenyx should've been out after I got them in the same places (since, you know. Being stabbed in the neck tends to cause severe problems). Lucasus, however, was upset that I was still fighting after getting caught in the leg.
He's young and he's grumpy, I think, and I almost wished I could've stripped down and shown him what I've fought with before. Hell, my entire body is a map of what you can still fight with. I think the only ones that really stopped me were the one I got from Oliver's pauldrons and the ones I received in Ahn'Qiraj. Still, I'm kind of amazed. You don't stop fighting because someone cut your leg. You stop because you can't move anymore without spilling your intestines on the ground or because you've been stabbed in the brain.
I hope he figures this out soon. As it is, he reminds me of a quieter, sulkier Chadley, and part of me feels pretty bad for his girlfriend. Light knows I hate it when Oliver broods like that, and it seems like a permanent state for Lucasus.
Moving on, Lassair granted me and Oliver permission to scope out the ruins of the Bordros house, and I think we're going to do that today. Light willing, we'll find some information about that Tatters character and be able to get out unscathed. Neither of us plan to engage in battle, either with that Tatters thing or with the little girl he's been seen with. If they attack us, Oliver plans to deathgate us away and have done with it. I'm not really planning to play games.
Still. Sparring. Fun.
-S.