[color=f26522][center][h3]Torok Vencor[/h3][/center][/color]

Either after realizing that the others were too tired or to content to go off on their own, Torok concluded that he would be star gazing alone tonight. Making his way past the door and back out into the dark grass in front of the manor. The large man found a nice spot away from the conversations of the others and laid down with his spear beside him. At least it wasn’t very cold.

He laid there for some time. Watching the stars, the satellites twinkling in the upper atmosphere, and hopped for the occasional shooting star. The faint whispers of a few others that didn’t seem very tired either came and went. The slight sounds of a silent sparing match drifted through the air as well. Soon everything fell silent to just the sounds of insects and the occasional breeze. Slowly he drifted off to sleep under the stars.

[color=f26522][center][h3]The next day.[/h3][/center][/color]

Torok woke after what seemed like a few hours at least. The starry sky gave way to the sleepy yellows, oranges, reds, and blues of sunrise. The morning dew made his clothes slightly damp but brushed off easily. Standing and stretching with a yawn and a smile he looked around, [color=f26522]“this place is even more gorgeous in the day light.” [/color]Thinking aloud as he took off his heavy jacket and his damp shirt. 
 
Slipping off his shoes and socks, taking a moment to feel the grass between his toes, he knelt down on both knees and held his spear out in front of him. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply he spoke to himself once again this time it seemed to be a poem or song, [color=f26522]“walk in the deepest of foot prints, step into the fog, breaking the silence a threatening song. On the trails of the ancients, the demons awake, at the end of all evil the battleground shakes. To the sound of the metal, the splinters of bone, in a war with the summoned the soldiers of stone. As the vessels of guardians I follow along, with the words of the wise and the way of the strong.”[/color]

With another deep breath he stood, taking off the bright red cover of his spear and attaching it to a small clasp on the bottom of the spear. Slowly he took a fighting stance, his spear facing forward and his eyes still closed he began his meditation. Meditation for this one meant slowly going through each and every strike and technique he knew. Keeping his muscles flexed and tense through every smooth slow motion. Then he began to speed up this process until he was swinging his spear and attacking invisible opponents with strikes meant to kill.