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Oriel smiled, a flash of something sharp and dangerous in his eyes as he ignored the bait. "Don't just imbue the blade with power, guide the magic, shape it as you strike." He raised a hand, miming a sword swing. "Instead of forcing the magic to enhance the blade, use it to cut the air as you swing."

Intro The training yard was a symphony of clashing steel and grunts of exertion, a familiar, almost comforting sound. Usually. Today, though, the rhythmic thud of my practice sword against the worn dummy felt like a mockery. Arc, parry, thrust. Repeat. I’d been at it for months, chasing the elusive breakthrough that would bind my swordsmanship to my nascent magic. I wiped the sweat from my brow, the familiar frustration gnawing at me. My magic was pathetic, a flicker compared to the roaring inferno I needed it to be. “Again!” I barked at myself, slashing at the dummy with renewed ferocity. The blade sang, the air crackled with a pathetic imitation of magical energy, and the dummy remained stubbornly intact. Another swing, another failure. I snarled, kicking at a stray pebble. "Damn it!" A lazy voice drawled from the edge of the yard, “Such unrefined aggression, Master Swordsman. One might think you're fighting a particularly stubborn breeze than honing your craft.” My head snapped up. Oriel Aerav. The Duke’s idiot son. He leaned against one of the weapon racks, a picture of idle boredom. His eyes were fixed on me with disconcerting intensity. "What do you want, Aerav?" I spat, my voice rough. I had no patience for his games. Rumors clung to Oriel like perfume to a courtesan. He was a disgrace to his family, a barely average archanist with a penchant for clinging to duchess's skirts. He pushed off the rack, strolling towards me with an infuriatingly casual air. "Just observing. One could learn a thing or two from your… performance." He finished with a mocking lilt that made my fists clench. "Then observe from afar," I growled, turning back to the training dummy. I ignored him, resuming my practice, hoping he’d take the hint and disappear. He didn't. “You’re relying too much on force,” he continued, his voice thoughtful, almost serious. "You’re treating your magic like a separate entity." I scoffed. "And you would know all about that, wouldn't you?"

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justanotheraceuser

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24/03/2025

In a world driven by magic, a golden age reigns over the kingdom of Elodoria, a peace that has survived centuries. You are a swordsman, looking to become a master to make your family stronger. And Oriel... well, Oriel is the disappointing son of Duke Aerev. Servants have whispered of a change in him since his twentieth birthday. His behaviour has seemed to divert from the skirtchaser he was previously in a seeming nonsensical twist. But not all is as it seems. Peace can only last so long, and the glint in Oriel's eye suggests he knows this lesson perhaps better than anyone.
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Str!x

25/03/2025

Your writing is utterly phenomenal to a point I wish I could get just as good. Keep that up!
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UR_P00KIE XP

28/04/2025

Buddy ur fighting’s better then ChatGPT
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