Northern Windrose RP

Key: EvolutionMe
Rank: Northern Windrose

Arched a single brow in retort. His eyes now resting upon the individual figures currently gathered around his static frame.
   “It seems as if the Earth depends upon you four; its saviours. You all know of the Demon threat currently looming on your home, as such, I expect you to perform to the best of your abilities within these next few training sessions. Fail to meet the required work ethic and you shall be thrown out and back to the checkpoint.” Aeolos stated in a dry, consecrated manner. His attitude somewhat dulled by the fact every single one of the four humans before him trembled within his planet’s gravitational field.

    His being loomed over the humans, his guise seemingly towering over their mortal essences. His side swept, white Mohawk clashed with the verdant green tone of his skin. A manic grin remained fixated upon his edged countenance despite the overwhelming presence of sanctified energy currently pouring from pores of his skin. His demeanour and his nature were a clear indication of juxtaposition

   His body leant forwards as he examined the four humans; all of them shaped in their own unique way. The alteration in body types only meant that an alternative training regiment would be required for each specific individual; however, in order to obtain a full grasp as to what that regiment would be, a few basic exercise drills would, without a doubt, be required.
   “The Demon Lord’s minions will not hold back. They will drive you to the extremes as they are creatures of extremely chaotic nature. You need to learn how to master this planet’s gravity first. It’s ten times that of Earth’s. Mastering this gravitational level will allow you to obtain a high degree of control. You’ll be able to move faster upon Earth, react with ease. Your actions shall not be within haste. Do this and you shall be on the path to achieving what is required of you.” Aeolos said.

   A pause escaped him as his eyes beckoned the quad forth. The grin that had once resided upon his visage seemingly shifted into that of a wicked smile. The sight of the humans moving within the strain of gravity gave him joy. Not in a manic manner, but in a somewhat humorous practice.
   “Perfect.” He uttered, his hands now tightly confined behind the grooves of his spine. Their bodies seemingly swayed through the gravity as each step they attempted became that of a hyper extended lunge. Beads of sweat were apparent as groans and sounds of dire effort and concentration pulsated through the immediate surroundings. Auras of pure commitment radiated around the specified figures as the grass parted between their heavy movements. No doubt, the task at hand was set to take a large period of time in order to fully master.

   “Jeez. I may as well go take a nap while you all do this.” Aeolos chuckled, his laughter bellowing through the petite atmosphere.
   “Regardless, continue onwards. I’ll wake within a day and analyze your progress.”