Writing Prompts Archive/1/Grima

*"Two-hundred forty six... Two-hundred forty seven..." A dark skinned Xaela was currently holding onto a beam in the marauders guild of Limsa Lominsa with one hand, her heavy axe in the other, rhythmically pulling her body up and down. Work had brought Grima to these familiar shores, and on a free day, she decided she would use a free day in between jobs to not only visit her old training grounds, but to keep herself fit as ever. After lifting herself up the full 250 times, which was preceded by the same workout for the other arm, she pulls herself up yet again, wrapping her legs around the beam, grabbing the axe with both hands, and allowing herself to hang just by the legs. She then proceed to pull her torso and the axe up as far as she can, training her core and stomach muscles.*

*"Well, if this isn't a sight for sore eyes." a voice carried itself to Grimas horn, which caused her to turn her head upwards, though she did not feel the need to stop her movement.*

*"Wiltabyl." she greets the green Roegadyn, who was wearing glasses and a maelstrom uniform, with a smile. "Its been a while. How did you fare?"*

*"A while is good. I haven‘t seen you for years now." A roguish smile appears on the mans face. "I've recently become a father." He then adds, not without pride. "Beautiful baby boy. You should come visit if you have the time."*

*"Maybe, but I can't make any promises. I do hope you have been treating her well, after what she went through?" Grimas voice is nothing but pleasant. She knows this man too well, he would not hurt anyone unless absolutely required. Its why he became more of a scribe for the Maelstrom than anything else, after all.*

*Wiltabyl groans, and shakes his head. „How could I not when she is the best thing that has happened in my life. We both are eternally grateful that you went on that ship on this fateful day."*

*Fateful day. What an odd way of saying this. For a few moments, Grima stopped her training, and closed her eyes. She did remember that day, of course. The day she and two other adventurers were betrayed by their comrade, and kidnapped onto a slavers ship. She exhaled deeply. The memories came back, and with them, the rage. This dreaded, unending anger, a companion in her life for every moment she could remember. The feeling burns brightly in her chest, and with that, the memories of how she rampaged through the ship of the slavers, how she cracked ribcages, broke necks, even ripped entire people in half. But just as quickly as the anger washed over her she held it back by her own force of will. For years she had trained to control this urge, this bloodlust, and today it was almost natural for her to keep it in control.*

*When she continued her movements, she smiled at her visitor. "Honestly, why not. I think I should say hello to your wife and greet your child at least. Though be warned, I do need a shower after this. I have been going at this for some time now. And I don't want your wife to shoo me out."*

*"Hells woman. How long have you been at it?" The Roegadyn laughed, to which one of the onlookers chimed in."Almost two and a half bells so far." he says, causing Wiltabyl to wince visibly. "You are impossible, do you know that? I have a few things to do here, feel free to finish up, and I'll bring you over."*

*"Deal." grinned the Xaela back, before devoting her entire attention back to her movements. "One-hundred eleven..."*