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[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Cool air, some clouds, air is clean - Thank what ever god you worship
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Tense, it is just tense everywhere.  
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn

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	"Never under estimate the quickness in which a skill can be learned if the heart and mind are open," Yomdi said in a rather calm tone. He seemed to lose the madness that was part of him. Standing there he righted himself. Once his back was no longer curled over from hunching he stood at nearly six foot five inches tall. 

	He nodded towards Keystone and once the axe was released he let out a controlled breath, the chestnut stopping its course about half way towards them, still spinning end over end before it hurled back towards Keystone and shattering itself in the stone behind him. Whizzing by his ear, giving off a soft whistle as it did.

	"Breath is life, use it to control your attacks," he said as he walked over to them and placed a hand on Sephs shoulder. "You will try first. You have the ability, I can smell it. You need only to open your mind, your heart, your breath," he said pulling an apple out of his robes and holding it out to her.

	"Toss this up, when you do, picture the winds in your mind. The way they would curl around the apple as you breath out as if watching the snows or sands wrap around it in a storm. Then, breath. Feel the life here," he said placing his hand over her diaphragm. "Feel it held in your lungs, feel it leave as you exhale from your lips. Just a small parting of them. Don't try to send it flying, just try to make it hold itself in the air a bit longer than it would without your breath. Trust yourself," Yomdi said as he stepped back and over towards Keystone.

	"Belief is the toughest part of learning to breath. We do it naturally, so when we alter it and try to control it. It takes practice but if we believe in our breathing anything is possible," he said as he picked up his cane and hunched back over.

	"Come come, breath!" Yomdi exclaimed, the madness seeming to set back in.
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Cross Swords Tavern
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Group There
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	Kyra walked over to Lob and the rest and had a seat, letting her pack fall to the ground next to her but keeping her weapons close in case Marcus decided to be... well a jerk about everything. She was not about to let Lob be taken away for nothing and without a fight. Ash padded over to her and rested his head in her lap, her fingers running gently through his fur as she looked over the little group that was forming. This was surely going to be interesting.

	[color=a187be]"I guess we should start over. I am Kyra, here for my King to see about the war that has broken out here and see how it will effect us on various levels. This is Ash, my friend and traveling companion,"[/color] she said in a flat tone. Ash perked his ears up on hearing his name and barked softly before laying his head back down in her lap. Looking at them she tilted her head to the side.

	[color=a187be]"So, tell me. Lob, Sundros, and um... the rest of you. What brings you to these parts?"[/color] she asked as one of the tavern women brought over food and drink for the group as well as for Ash. Ash spun around and drove his nose into the bowl set on the floor next to Kyras chair as he began to inhale the meal that was provided for him.