Post by jono on Jul 31, 2016 11:41:54 GMT -8
Movement. Action. Work. Progress.
After leaving the Gathering, Redding returned to the Chantry. The building seemed empty, the Magister elsewhere. After checking the building for further slugs, he went directly to the old home's gymnasium. The room was built when the house was much younger, and civilized men of the day worked their bodies to demonstrate their fitness in all areas of life. It had also been reinforced and warded to keep magics within its boundaries, to allow for Tremere to practice their battle magics.
Moving methodically, Redding set up a trio of training dummies in different positions around a circle. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he took up a classic boxer's stance and began to jab at the first dummy. His punches land in precise points, laying into specific pieces of human anatomy. He moves quickly but mechanically. After time, he shifts to the second dummy and changes his attacking style. The physical martial arts were a relatively recent import from the East, and they suited Paul's mentality. Quick, precise, elegant motions. On the third dummy, he applies a variety of attacks, mixing and matching techniques from many different arts.
When he is done, the dawn is close, and he retreats to his haven. His mind calmer. More focused.
Before the weight of the sun's presence forces him into unnatural slumber, he begins reading. There are new magics to learn that will help with his work here.
His last thoughts before his mind turned off were of how best to defeat the enemies of the Domain and how to support the Prince and his Court. That day, he dreamt of Sisyphus and boulders.
After leaving the Gathering, Redding returned to the Chantry. The building seemed empty, the Magister elsewhere. After checking the building for further slugs, he went directly to the old home's gymnasium. The room was built when the house was much younger, and civilized men of the day worked their bodies to demonstrate their fitness in all areas of life. It had also been reinforced and warded to keep magics within its boundaries, to allow for Tremere to practice their battle magics.
Moving methodically, Redding set up a trio of training dummies in different positions around a circle. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he took up a classic boxer's stance and began to jab at the first dummy. His punches land in precise points, laying into specific pieces of human anatomy. He moves quickly but mechanically. After time, he shifts to the second dummy and changes his attacking style. The physical martial arts were a relatively recent import from the East, and they suited Paul's mentality. Quick, precise, elegant motions. On the third dummy, he applies a variety of attacks, mixing and matching techniques from many different arts.
When he is done, the dawn is close, and he retreats to his haven. His mind calmer. More focused.
Before the weight of the sun's presence forces him into unnatural slumber, he begins reading. There are new magics to learn that will help with his work here.
His last thoughts before his mind turned off were of how best to defeat the enemies of the Domain and how to support the Prince and his Court. That day, he dreamt of Sisyphus and boulders.