A Distinct Lack of Verisimilitude [Finished]

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The unsettling hush of the night encompassed my world.  This was the night the damn half-breed who was my mentor was waiting for.  As I struggled to scale the villa's inner walls, clutching to a rickety eve, I caught the glint of eyes looking down upon me from above.  The damned mute had been watching my struggle.  This was only the first part.  I knew that the night's trials would be exhausting.  Exhausting beyond damnation.  He would use today to work me to the bone for the mercurial and maddening purpose of 'self-improvement' without ever breathing but a word to me.

Maosim had been mute when my father hired him.  Their contract was a mystery to me, as Maosim never seemed capable of reading High Cruinthe—I was ultimately unsure of how he came to work for my father.  I'd met him when I was nine, being pulled out of my bed and hushed before being mercilessly beaten for the sake of the same goal as the exercises this night would be.  He would have me running, jumping, and probably falling off of every roof on the grounds.  What's worse is that I could hardly see anything that wasn't illuminated by the wall sconces, the guards' lanterns, or the rather central braziers that dotted the estate.

As Maosim looked down upon me as he'd ever had, I felt a groan of anger hiss out of my throat as I exerted the effort to try to pull myself up.  Oh how I hated that bastard.

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Climbing onto a single-storey roof from below with adequate hand-holds.  Simple, unaugmented Strength check, Threshold 10.
Ph5MLAAD Utterly hideous failure.

Admin Edit:
Simple: +30
Strength: +10
Threshold: 40

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As I fell from the balcony to the dirt below, I felt my head crack painfully on the packed earth. I groaned and hissed with pain, clutching the back of my head. I didn't even notice Maosim climb down, but he clasped his hand over my mouth. I looked at him beneath a furrowed brow of anger, and saw that he had a finger to his lips to indicate quiet. He did not have to tell me what would happen to me should Alcob find me outside at this hour. I swatted his hand away.

Getting to my feet; or rather at least to a standing position, I cracked my neck to the side. This alleviated my pain somewhat. "What in the hells are we doing here?" I growl at my mentor in as quiet a tone as I could manage. His glare returns mine, and I feel a chill down my spine. I break eye-contact with him. "What is my purpose here?" I ask. Maosim has always had a way of making himself known. He indicates walking with two fingers around... what I could only imagine was the labyrinthine estate that belonged to my father. Then he cupped one hand, and made to pluck something out of it...

"You want me to steal from my father?!" I was incredulous. He nodded, indicating his own insanity. I shake my head. "No." I whisper. "I will not. Do you want me to die?" Maosim stared at me. I had nothing else to say. I certainly wasn't doing what he wanted, and I crossed my arms to indicate such. "No. I won't do this. Fuck you." I looked away. He put his hand on my shoulder and I nearly left my skin. He pointed up to the eve again, and I wanted to cry.

"Fine." I said.

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I stood to my feet, and attempting to get a running lead, I lept towards the eve.  (Jumping I, No Climb Knowledge, Str 10, this would actually be a Normal challenge, probably)
5_0_8Vzi Suffering.  Humorous, painful suffering.

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Hitting the eve winded me, absolutely, and I nearly scattered my teeth across the ground with it. I manage to take the brunt of the fall to my shoulder, rather than breaking my neck, or cracking open my skull. I growl deep in my throat with frustration and pain. Looking to my mentor, I find him covering his mouth, perhaps hiding a smirk that I would still have to be able to see in the dark to view. "Damn you." I hiss under my breath. Maosim motions at me to ask me something along the line of whether or not I want help on the roof.

My teeth peel back in a furious snarl. "Shut up, you stupid mute." I spit. Maosim shrugs his shoulders as I get to my feet. I look up at the eve. It's distinctly not close. Nor is there anything humorous about this situation. I hop up and grab the edge again with my hands, and work to try to pull myself up.

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Strength 10
5a84_3O0 Failure

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I fall. Once again, I fall, and sit on the ground, impertinent and hurt. I have no want to complete whatever stupid task it is Maosim intends to sit before me. This kind of training, in subterfuge? It's going to get me killed. It's going to get me killed, and he can't even laugh about it because he's a damned mute. So what's the point?

I feel his hand curl underneath my armpit, and gravity suddenly loses much of its hold on me as I'm lifted higher. I think briefly to strike him, but then think better. I look at Maosim's ashen face, and he points to the eve again. I still want to cry. There's no way I could sneak past these guards to steal whatever it was that Maosim had intended me fetch.

I back up again in order to get a running start on the leap up to the eve and try to pull myself over.

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Strength 10, Running I 5, Jumping I 5 (I do not have jumping)
Hkngw6UR Failure

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I drop... much easier than last time, at least.  Taking a few steps back, I run, leap and try to haul my hefty person up once more.

Strength 10, Running I 5
Failure

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Hissing insolently, I try to clamber onto the roof before I fall on my hind again.  I shoot Maosim a glare.  He gestures with a hand to have me try again.  I stand, heading to the edge of the building and looking around to see if any guards have been alerted... fortunately they seem distant enough, and the sound of a body hitting hard packed dirt isn't that loud anyway.  I step back around to the area where the guards cannot see me and try my leap again.

Strength 10, Running I 5
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My eyes bulge as I find a secure grip of the roof, up to my armpits nearly! I swing my legs back and forth relentlessly, trying to all but yank myself bodily onto the roof when suddenly my grip is robbed from me by the sweat on my palm and I swing out and onto the ground by my knees and hands, scraping them. I hiss in pain again.

Maosim kneels by me. Once more he gestures, offering his help. I brush away his gesturing hands and stand back up. I need to be able to do this. I need to be able to do something damn it. I've failed my father in every way that was important during the course of my life. Despite the likelihood that whatever I'm doing will enrage Alcob, I know that in this way, I may be failing my father, but I'll be making the first small step away from his influence.

I run, and I jump.

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Strength 10, Running I 5
bNDK7yUw

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As I reach the roof, I realize that despite having encouraged myself, I still am quite unable to complete the task for which I have set myself as I flail and struggle helplessly trying to pull myself up. I huff heavily and find myself quite well on the ground again. My head spins, and I glare at my hands. Once more, I stand and get into position. Once more, I allow myself to try, even though I know I must fall.

Strength 10, Running I 5

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That hurt.  Oh yes, that hurt a great deal. I manage to slip and wind myself—hitting the eve with my chest once more. I drop to the ground, onto my back, and rub my chest. When I look at Maosim, I can see... what is that, is that pity in his expression?

I stand, reposition, and run back to the wall.

Strength 10, Running I 5
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As I stand to my feet, light-headed and wobbly, I step back to get ready to try again. I feel Maosim's hand on my shoulder. I look at him, glaring poison at my mentor. "What?" I ask aloud.

He shakes his head softly. I know what he wants me to think. He wants me to think that I've failed, and that it's time for me to give up. "You complete liar." I shoot at him. His brow furrows.

"You think that I could possibly believe that the guards don't know we're here? Whatever insipid obstacles you'd cooked up for me would have to be cleared with my father. This is for his sake, isn't it?" I all but yell in the dark. Watching Maosim's face open up makes me realize that I was right. This wasn't to spite him. This was just all a part of my extended education. I thought as much, really, but I believed briefly and foolishly that somehow Maosim was helping me hurt my father, even in a small way.

"I'll get there on my own." I say, turning away with a few choice curses hidden behind my lips. I don't hear as Maosim walks away. I steady up and prepare for the run, jump and eventual fall.

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Strength 10, Running I 5
clVV7g2k Failure

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I grit my teeth and pull myself to my feet, looking at the stupid eve. "Damn it." I say, tears brimming in my eyes. I shake them away and stand again, before getting into position once more.

Strength 10, Running I 5
S-Success?!·

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I am filled with a sense of disbelief as my waist swings over the edge of the eve. I spin myself around so I can sit on the roof without immediate fear of falling. As I look out, I can see to the edges of the estate. I can even see Maosim slinking back away from our encounter. He seemed disappointed. I can't care. I allow myself a grin as I take in my surroundings. To my right and below are the guards of the estate, patrolling as usual. I know that their patterns have likely been altered to allow my opportunities tonight. For whatever reason, I was meant to be doing this under the cover of darkness. Likely to convince me that this was a mission of subterfuge and theft.

Perhaps Maosim never thought I would actually climb the wall. Regardless, I was uncertain if I could do it again—and the realization of my uncertainty stung. I slid down, and dismounted the roof, letting myself drop as gently as possible. I took several steps back, feeling as though I hadn't actually earned the view I stole.

I ran back towards the wall.

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Strength 10, Running I 5
SI_g0NgI

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Unsurprisingly, I drop like a sack of grain, on my back once more but fortunately rolling rather than taking the full weight of my body in impact.  I stand to my feet, and work to gain the wall again.

Strength 10, Running I 5

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My joints ached as I laid out on the ground.  This was a terrible way to spend one's time.  I huffed on the ground, letting the world feel more like it had an up and a down, rather than the corkscrew idea of direction that I had affected crashing repeatedly into the wall.  After some time, I felt myself stand up, and wandered in the direction of my rooms marvelling at the fact that the wall hadn't been damaged too badly.  Perhaps it was because I was soft.  Next time.
corkscrew compass I had affected
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