At first it had begun as a mere act of convenience while bursting through obstacles as a hurried shortcut, but over time Schilva had mastered the art of, er, topiary-trimming. That, and the shaping of other related terrain that could be cut through easily with a blade. Having something akin to a monument of his timely and unexpected arrival onto a scene of crisis was pretty cool, to say the least, and that was much reason as he needed.
Come to think of it though...how long had he spent perfecting this skill instead of his swordsmanship, actually?
Well, whatever, that wasn't (too) important. Especially not when there was someone new to the adventuring scene to impress his heroic deeds upon!
Why, yes, you could say that, heh! Not sure if you've heard of it, but I lent my masterful prowess of bladework to an expedition within the Islus Jungles of the Tangleweaves. There, I claimed victory over a great specimen of insectoid beast, a gigantic Kurungaar Queen possessed by a demonic spirit! That is but one of my many conquests, of course...
With that, Schilva popped his collar proudly and gestured in a sweeping wave with his other hand to demonstrate vaguely the sheer size of the foe he'd only
helped slay, and not even in any key capacity. Not that he was going to quibble about such details that detracted from his fame, of course.
Huffing triumphantly, Schilva received
@Wisp's polite salute with a light nod of the head, acknowledging her humble title.
Wisp! Glad to make your 'quaintance.
Flashing her a winning smile, also honed to shining brilliance through hours of harsh practice (with his reflection), Schilva pats his blade wistfully and looks off in the general direction of his erstwhile training grounds.
Ah, of course, of course, don't mention it, dear Traveler! Heroism is in my blood!
...
Uh, well, I mean, yes, mention it, certainly; the great Schilva Flasch's exploits should be heard by all! But you know what I mean!
Evidently, productive social interaction without succumbing to foot-in-mouth syndrome was not part of his solitary regimen. Gathering himself again, Schilva points over into the depths of the woods from whence he emerged.
A good question regardless! You're a lucky one indeed; you are the first to witness the great Schilva Flasch's return from his seclusion away from the mundanity of civilisation. What for, I hear you ask?
(Of course, Wisp had not asked. Yet. Maybe.)
Ascetic training! Ascetic training to elevate my skill with the blade to transcendent heights! As you have seen already, no?
With that, he prods the dead body of the goblin with his sandal-clad foot. If it weren't for the context of this encounter, one would be hard-pressed to distinguish his bloody countenance from that of a backwoods butcher or some serial killer hanging out in the woods.
As you can see, however, I have decided to make a return to the world at large! No doubt there has been much proliferation of evil across this land that my blade must cleanse. It would be unjust to leave the world wanting of my brilliance and skill.
With that, Schilva cleans a smudge of blood from his cheek and contemplates his navel, nodding to himself as though deep in agreement. With himself, of course.
