forum No Choice (Closed with Null-Gravity) (1/1) (MxM)

Started September 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Incarcius loved his manor's training room. Not just because of the vast array of weapons and training areas, but also because of how far removed it was from the rest of the rooms in the house. It was his own little haven where nobody dared bother him, not even his guards.

It was a magically reinforced granite room, 30 feet wide and half a mile long, filled to the very foundations with fortification spells, anti-magic fields and a vast and varied array of sealing spells for demihumans. It was a place meant to hone the physical rather than magical. It was secluded behind a stout steel door, at the back of the manor.

Each of the walls was covered in a different type of weapon: bladed weapons, polearms, ranged weapons and shields. Incarcius was most familiar with the bladed weapons and polearms, which meant he usually focused exclusively o the shields and ranged weapons. He went to the ranged weapons and picked up a heavy, nearly impossible to draw bow, taller than him.

He examines it carefully, noting the powerless runes of weight and strength carved into the wood. Even without them, only the strongest and most skilled archers of the Giant race could draw it - yet Incarcius pulls it back with some amount of ease, not nocking an arrow quite just yet. He just wanted to get a feel for it, to test his own limits. He locks his shoulders and elbows and holds the position for as long as he could, which was only about thirty seconds before his strength gave out.

He nods, then goes to grab the steel shafted arrows and carefully nocks it, taking aim at a target 200 feet away. He pulls back, takes a breath, and as he exhales he lets the arrow fly. With a thunderous CRACK the arrow flies and hits the target off center.

Incarcius sighs and shakes his head disappointedly.

Roa sighs softly, if Incarcius wanted to keep him locked up, the man himself would have to drag Roa kicking and screaming back to the stifling bedroom. Honestly, he didn't understand how someone didn't get a raging headache with all the light and white currently surrounding him. He rubs his temples, groaning softly.

He closes his eyes, trying to block out the brilliant colors. He would have to mute his room, seriously. He sighs, walking through the halls, trying to find a way out. This whole damn place was confusing.

After maybe a half hour of wandering around, he comes face to face with a steel door, tilting his head. He reaches out to touch the door, when one of the guards clears his throat. "I wouldn't go in there, if I were you." To looked at the guard and then the door.

"Why, is it because its forbidden, or because Incarcius is in there?" He places his hands on his hips, "Neither of which scares me."

The guard stares at Roa as if he had just sprouted two more heads. Roa smirks and pushes open the heavy door, easier than his slight frame suggested he could.

He steps into the room, closing the door and peers around, awed by the array of weapons. He feels the magical suppression spells, among others, like a weight on his chest and lets out a wheezing sound as he coughs. Jesus, that was a lot of spells.

He wanders into the room, his gaze locking onto the figure on the center. Incarcius. He watches, just in time to see the arrow fly and land.

"That's still pretty impressive, a lot better than most could achieve." He crosses his arms. A lot better than he could.

Incarcius doesn't flinch or otherwise react to Roa's unwanted and unneeded presence in the training room for another few minutes as he keeps on firing arrow after arrow.

After he was done training with the bow, he walks over to the wall the bows were on and sets the bow carefully back in its spot. He finally turns to Roa.

"What business do you have here?" he asks shortly, brushing past Roa as he walks over to the section of wall that has all the swords one could possibly imagine on it - and even some swords you couldn't have imagined without some level of either genius or insanity. Or both.

"Are you here to pester me with questions? Or are you just here to watch me, and see how well you might do if you were to attack me?"

He poses the questions casually, but it was clear he was annoyed by the foreign prince's presence.

"Or are you here, heaven forbid, to train?" he snorts.

He reaches up and grabs one of the longswords, beautiful yet simple. As a weapon, it was a masterpiece, but for Incarcius it was just a training tool.

Roa huffs, rolling his eyes as he watches. He presses his lips together, tilting his head to the side, "What makes you think I would attack you? I'm not the offensive type. My skill set and. . . Abilities wouldn't do so well. Though I suppose I could fight if it came to it, but I'll leave the blood letting to you." He places a hand on his hip as he walks to the wall of weapons, lightly pressing his finger, against the blade of the axe, not even wincing as blood runs down his finger. He traces it on the wall, drawing a bird and staring at the image.

"I create things to do the fighting for me, most times. If I were to train, I would stay in that god awful room as just draw."

He then smears his hand through the drawing, "Seeing as I can't even use my magic down here." He looks at Incarcius.