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|Subject Post 1Subject: Two Swords Meet (Steiner/Gin) Fri Jun 07, 2019 8:16 pm|| |
Legends had always spoke of legendary swordsmen, those with skills that could be considered to be of a level of almost godlike proportions, and while some may have deduced that these legends were exaggerations that wasn't always the case. Sure, most of these stories were just stories to most. Speaking of some bygone hero saving a village or some great ronin walking the country side fighting only the most worthy of foes. These stories were to most just hyperbole, not meant to be taken seriously, and to be used as a tool to keep kids interested in history, but there were truths to some stories. Hidden messages that carried far more weight than most common people knew. Just where did myth and man collide? These stories had to have come from somewhere, but where and to who did these stories pertain?
Steiner had heard so many stories in his search for someone to teach him more about the way of the sword that by now he had become a well-versed historian in old samurai lore. It was almost ridiculous how much information someone could get by simply sitting down with common people and having a nice cup of tea while enjoying pastries. Steiner had learned of several legends, but one name stood out to him. It was a name that was in documentation and in a way it gave credence to those old stories and linked the myth with the man behind the myth. So, he went on with his search, gathering intel on the man he was seeking much like any person would before going in for an interview, and then made his way deep into the wilds. For the person he sought was no common man, but a legendary swordsmen far stronger than most that had been seen in generations, and he sought to be taught, even for a little bit by this person.
Ulv had taught him a great deal, but the things that she could teach him about using a sword were slim to none, being a fist fighter she lacked the refinery of a man holding a blade, and wielding it properly. No, he needed outside help for this, and his path led him to one man who had the skills that met all the criteria for a man who could educate him past his speed bump of limitations. Ever since his parents had been slaughtered, Steiner knew that he needed to do more than just self-train, and self-discipline. He needed people who had the ability to educated him and take him a step further if they could help, and this guy though he had his issues, was the perfect guy to seek out to do that. Perhaps he could show him what he was doing wrong? And who might this guy be? Well he wasn't a very friendly sort from what he had read during a very short time that he had been in possession of Vanguard related files, but he was a skilled master of the sword. And he fit the bill entirely for what Steiner needed now.
The man that Steiner Franz needed more than anything right now was...Stefan Soan.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Two Swords Meet (Steiner/Gin) Fri Jun 14, 2019 2:56 pm|| |
Darkest Dungeon OST - The Final Combat - Word Count: N/A
Legends indeed spoke of those who had surpassed the realm of men to become something more
, deified throughout the ages by those unable to comprehend or compare. Feats otherworldly and skill beyond understanding, such individuals were more myth than reality. In the real world a man could not split an entire river with their sword through skill, but with enough power they could. One could make the argument skill had long since fallen beneath the hooves of power's horde, after all what could skill accomplish that strength and speed could not? Thus even those who prided themselves on being particularly skillful knew what mattered most was simply being stronger and faster than their enemies. But these were not mythical men of legend, so how could they understand what true skill offered?
Though a man planted deeply in the earth of reality, Stefan Soan had become a man of myth and legend. His feats and actions were well documented by organizations and governments, yet repeatedly those considered his inferiors approached him as a man of legend. As if the skill and power he achieved was so unbelievable it had to be mythological in nature...but this was hardly true. There were still individuals in the world more dangerous than Stefan, and pseudo-Gods even above those. While it was well known his skill with the sword, and most weapons, was beyond reproach it was also known to Stefan himself a track record of victory meant little to those he knew all the skill, power, and abilities he had accumulated would struggle to dent. Legend and myth were nothing compared to this cold, harsh reality.
Accepting loss was not one of Stefan Soan's strong points, however; as such even today he continues fighting to improve and reach the next level. His plateauing of improvement had long since become readily apparent to Stefan, a fact which disappointed and angered the Vizard swordsman greatly. If the mightiest master was the immortal student, then his lack of growth and improvement meant he was neither. These frustrations festered as a wound infected by reality. On this day Stefan stood among the quiet trees of some unnamed forest in some untouched land, his sword held tightly by an angry grip. Where could he improve? How?
These questions haunted the recesses of his very soul. Against the backdrop of unfeeling and untouched vegetation Stefan's spirit roared, sending every animal and bug that could move away from him like a walking natural disaster. To any prying eyes his location would be clear.
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