Tekilia Pu'Tang's Amazing Short Stories: The Virtues of Pu'Tang

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Tekilia Pu'Tang's Amazing Short Stories:
Tekilia the Disciplined
Training at Sea

The passage to Faydwer was long and unsettling. Tekilia had witnessed firsthand the trickery and foul sorceries of the physically deficient and socially inept tome fondlers of the "arcane" arts. She knew the deceptions they were capable of and also knew them to be more show than substance. They'd sit for hours folded at the waist, their faces pressed firmly against their spell books spread before them and then they might stand briefly work some ineffective magics, exhausting their "mana" in the process, before seating themselves once more in faux meditation.

Fortunately, there weren't any "casters" around to further the drudgery of her voyage. No, Tekilia's journey was solitary. She was alone. Completely alone. That in itself was not unsettling in the least. No, solitude ever is the companion of greatness.The disturbing aspect was ship's a auto-locomotion. Absent both captain and crew, still the ship moved. No doubt by some queer magic.

Tekilia searched the vessel thrice over for the source, but thrice over her efforts were stymied by cowardly deceptions. In the end she resolved to let the wretch cower in the dark shadows of her splendor. She multiplied her training regimen tenfold.

Rising before the sun, she began each day scaling the mass nets with her hands and her hands alone. Her lithe form dangled elegantly below her powerful, but petite arms as she worked her way up and down the nets, using one less finger each pass, the first four-hundred passes and then alternating fingers for the next four-hundred.

When she was finished her forearms burned with intensity as she dangled from the apex of the nets. The sun had but groggily peaked around the horizon as she began her next exercise. Tekilia carefully and crisply lifted her legs, touching her toes to her hands and then lowered them.

Regularly pausing with attempts to ascertain her heading as a matter of course, she generally had no fucking idea which direction she was facing. She was not deterred though.She continued periodically checking her direction with increasing frequency until she realized she was beginning to obsess over it. It was rapidly becoming a formidable distraction from her training. Being a well disciplined girl of iron resolve she decided a rule was in order. She set a simple mental parameter for orienting (or attempting to orient) herself; she would only ever do so when turning left.

At first she found herself searching for excuses to turn left, but ultimately the necessity of a balanced exercise routine prevailed and the activity slipped to her subconscious, becoming automatic like the rhythmic beat of her heart and the measured pulse of her lungs.

By mid-morning, around the time the sun would find the will to rouse its lazy ass from the excess of its blissful slumber, Tekilia broke fast with a pair of delectable muffins she'd purchased from the West Freeport Costco. Daintily cupping one hand beneath her chin, she was careful not to drop any crumbs as the sun ruefully began its slothful march across the great Sky of Tears.

Having finished her muffins, Tekilia withdrew a sizable vial of Fizzlecutters SPF 5000 and lathered her exposed flesh creating a protective bulwark for her delicate skin against the desiccating salt spray and malicious rays of the blistering sun on the high sea. Her bare patches of skin shimmered like molten ivory as she stepped back onto the deck to face the freshly risen sun.

Fully refreshed, Tekilia set to the hard work of perfecting her martial technique. She practiced throughout the day, working and reworking through all 1018 sacred forms of her native PuTang. She worked tirelessly beneath the blazing sun. Her soft linen breeches clung to her shapely legs and delightful derriere like the second skin of Fizzlecutter's SPF 5000 plastering most of her upper body. And still she worked.

Eventually, exhausted, the sun relented. Sinking beneath the cool horizon of the evening sea, it retired for the night, but still Tekilia worked. Lune rose quietly in the night sky, her pale face smiling softly down on Tekilia. And still she worked. She worked well into the night with Lune and the stars as her silent companions before finally taking her leave.