Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27025977-20160922072353

It is the perfect weather to go outside and train. The sun is clear and the skys, clearer. You live in a building inherited by your father, who was a magnificent warrior in his younger days.

It was a two storied home with 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, living space, and the lock and key armoury room. The armoury room was full of stacked weapons, armours, halberds, along with rows upon rows of training manuals on weapons and how to make the best out of them. It even had its own training yard to go around and hone your skills.

The building lies in a small village of the order. However, the order's rules were quite lenient allowing mostly harmless monsters (And by harmless, they meant monsters who don't have the ability to create a mass orgy on the spot.) to live with their husbands and families in their home. In fact rumors gone around that the order might let it's grip go on this land soon.

Your father would constantly teach you the ins and outs of combat, pitting you against him if he felt strong enough. Even in his old age you couldn't compared to him. Yet after every defeat he would say "Cheer up boy-o, I could just tell you're destined to surpass me..." Unfortunately you'll never see that day.

One night while you were up reading books to entertain yourself you heard a rush of footsteps coming from your father's room. You ran and saw him there, sitting on a wall and a streak of blood leading out the window. He had a knife in his hands. Whatever attacked him must've gotten a good wholloping. His room tells the same tale as well, a broken table, chairs, ripped sheets. You tried to bandage his cuts. You took him to surgeons. The surgeons would inspect him and try to save him. However your old man wasn't going make it. "Had broken a rib or three" They say. "Internally bled."

That was a year ago and today is his birthday. You plan to honor him by practicing the whole day. While may not be much but he said before he kicked the bucket.

"If I die, you better start training on flips and swings boy-o... You make me one happy pappy." He passed with a smile.

You worked hard that day, slicing open straw decoys, stabbing through wooden shields. Easily said that your father's training paid off. You then reward yourself with dinner of bacon and roasted game with a side of fruits.

You were suppose to sleep off the night but a sound of soft creaks and footsteps put you on full alert. You listened some more and you focus where it was coming from. The intruder was in the training grounds. You grab and wore your sword, kettle hat, gambenson and ran towards the noise. It was just outside. It probably knows that you know where it is as the shuffling stopped. ''No point in suspension. ''

You open the door out to the moonlit night, blade first. Then you saw the intruder before you. It is a female dressed in a provocative outfit stood before you.

The woman had sleek pointy ears, a very voluptuous and petite body, and sports a holdable B-cup size. She stood around 5'5' ft, just only slightly taller than the average women in your village. A movement went behind her in a somewhat impatient manner. Then you realize it was her tail. She looks at you with her piercing green eyes. Her face are just as attractive as well. In her soft hands, she holds a curved bladed weapon. Held as a knife, she twirls it around hinting at great feats of dexterity and training with the blade. On her small waist holds a belt with smaller knives pocketed in each sheath. She's clearly angry at you.

"About time." She pugnaciously said.

"I was buh-beginning to think you won't get up at all." Her voice cracked at the end.

"Wouldn't make it fuh-fun fighting a sleepin' -SleepPING victim now would it? Either way you'll atone for the death of my mother!"She yells in a higher pitch as her cheeks glow fiercely red. Whether it is embarrassment or just awkward rage she clearly not used to being angry. (Or even death threats for that matter. It's hard to take it serious when your opponent sounds like child who wants attention does it?) It's your turn to act... 