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━━━━ Upday ━━━━
━━ WARMUP ━━
╭─ Jack burpee (12)
├─ Opposite arm circles (1m00s)
├─ Elbow circles (52s)
├─ Crouching stance (17s)
├─ Thorough wrists warmup (1)
├─ Neck warmup (5)
├─ Trunk rotation arm swing (30)
├─ Standing hip circles (20)
╰─ Duck walk (35s)
━━ WORKOUT ━━
╭─ Pullup eccentric (5 - 5 - 5)
├─ Hanging active splits (5 - 3 - 3)
╰─ Hanging knees to elbows (5 - 5 - 5)
╭─ Inverted straddle (18s - 16s - 16s)
├─ Incline rings triceps extension (6 - 6 - 6)
╰─ Inverted front splits (6 - 6 - 6)
╭─ Horizontal row (7 - 6 - 5)
├─ Jackknife rings dip (7 - 6 - 6)
╰─ Hinge row (6 - 5 - 5)
╭─ RTO plank (12s - 12s - 12s)
├─ One-leg sliding leg curl (5 - 5 - 4)
╰─ Rings wide pushup (5 - 5 - 5)
━━ COOLDOWN ━━
╭─ One-arm lateral delt raise (6x5kg - 6x5kg DB)
╰─ Arnold press (15x5kg - 15x5kg DB)
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Exercises taken from forum users, and counted as items in my Wartales game:
Pack of wool:
Bag of coal:
"So," Gurg drew out the word, raising a gray eyebrow. "How did that... backroom inventory go?"
Leudatrice stared at him, her expression completely blank, devoid of any understanding. Without a word, she efficiently bagged the dried herbs Sylvia had requested and pushed them across the table. Gurg took them, chuckling to himself. Play dumb all you want, lady. I know what the big guy is doing.
When he returned to camp, the mood was foul. Ellie was practically vibrating with rage after her screaming match with the local shepherds. Sensing an opportunity to look like a savior, Gurg puffed out his chest and let loose.
He spun a wild yarn. He claimed he was a hunter from a legendary, brutal tribe, that his mother refused to feed him a single bite unless he tracked and killed it himself, and that he had routinely wrestled lions in his youth. It was a spectacular pile of hunter’s lies, but it worked. Eager to kill the beast that was terrorizing the valley, the group followed his lead.
To Gurg's surprise, his instincts actually held up. Moving through the unforgiving, steep terrain of Tiltren required agonizing bodyweight control. He spent hours hauling his frame up jagged cliffs, lowering himself from mossy branches, and balancing on wet logs, tracking a trail of absolute carnage. The wolves had slaughtered ten sheep, leaving a bloody path. Gurg even dropped to his knees to sniff fresh animal dung, much to Ellie’s disgust.
Finally, they located the target. Two massive wolves were sleeping in a shaded hollow—one a towering, scarred alpha, the other a slightly smaller mate.
Gurg signaled the ambush. He crept toward the smaller one, while Geric and Sylvia flanked the alpha. Ellie retreated to the high ground, drawing her string. When they closed the circle, the beasts snapped awake, letting out a synchronized, low growl that turned the blood in Gurg’s veins to liquid ice.
Thwack! Ellie fired first. Her arrow pierced the alpha directly in the stomach. The giant wolf yelped, spinning in a frantic circle as it tried to tear the shaft out with its teeth. Seizing the distraction, Geric charged forward, swinging his massive mallet. The blow caught the wolf’s hind leg with a sickening crunch, rotating the beast in mid-air. But the alpha was monstrous; ignoring the broken limb, it lunged from the dirt, its jaws clamping violently onto Geric's forearm and dragging the giant to the mud.
Before the beast could tear his arm off, Sylvia blurred into motion. With the cold precision of a street assassin, she slipped under the wolf's guard and drove her short dagger straight through its ribs into the heart. The alpha went limp.
While the giant fell, Gurg faced his own nightmare. The smaller wolf lunged at his throat. Gurg thrust his wooden shield forward, taking the full impact of the crushing jaws into the reinforced timber. Using every ounce of his upper body strength, Gurg lifted the snapping beast off its feet, twisting his hips, and delivered two brutal, horizontal slashes with his sword across its neck. The blade bit deep, separating the head from the shoulders in a spray of dark blood.
An hour later, the adrenaline had faded into heavy fatigue. Sylvia was busy applying a clean bandage to Geric's punctured arm, while Gurg, fueled by sheer pride, skillfully used his hunting knife to skin the carcasses, pulling the sharp teeth as trophies. His forearms and shoulders burned from the effort.
As they gathered their gear to burn the remains, a faint, high-pitched whimpering echoed from a dark rock formation just ten paces away.
They followed the sound, weapons lowered. Hidden beneath a fallen log was a small, hidden den. Inside, three tiny wolf pups, their eyes barely open, scrambled over one another, whimpering and nuzzling the air, looking for their mother.
The camp went dead silent.
Gurg wiped the fresh blood from his bald head, stared down at the trembling pups, and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"Fuck."
To be continued...
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Workout Log: Upday – The Stalker’s Endurance
Focus: Upper Body Pulling Power, Scapular Control & Grip Strength.
The Grind:
The Ascent: Pullup Eccentrics and Hanging Active Splits preparing the upper back and core for the vertical strain of scaling wet rocks and low-hanging branches while tracking targets.
The Slaughter: Horizontal Rows and Jackknife Rings Dips building the exact chest and shoulder stamina required to hold a splintering wooden shield against a lunging jaw, and the pulling strength to butcher a fresh carcass.
━━ WARMUP ━━
╭─ Jack burpee (12)
├─ Opposite arm circles (1m00s)
├─ Elbow circles (52s)
├─ Crouching stance (17s)
├─ Thorough wrists warmup (1)
├─ Neck warmup (5)
├─ Trunk rotation arm swing (30)
├─ Standing hip circles (20)
╰─ Duck walk (35s)
━━ WORKOUT ━━
╭─ Pullup eccentric (5 - 5 - 5)
├─ Hanging active splits (5 - 3 - 3)
╰─ Hanging knees to elbows (5 - 5 - 5)
╭─ Inverted straddle (18s - 16s - 16s)
├─ Incline rings triceps extension (6 - 6 - 6)
╰─ Inverted front splits (6 - 6 - 6)
╭─ Horizontal row (7 - 6 - 5)
├─ Jackknife rings dip (7 - 6 - 6)
╰─ Hinge row (6 - 5 - 5)
╭─ RTO plank (12s - 12s - 12s)
├─ One-leg sliding leg curl (5 - 5 - 4)
╰─ Rings wide pushup (5 - 5 - 5)
━━ COOLDOWN ━━
╭─ One-arm lateral delt raise (6x5kg - 6x5kg DB)
╰─ Arnold press (15x5kg - 15x5kg DB)
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Exercises taken from forum users, and counted as items in my Wartales game:
Pack of wool:
Bag of coal:
---Power Grip Ch Day 12
6: The Apex Predators
Gurg leaned against the stone wall of the apothecary, a smug, rotten grin plastered across his face. When Leudatrice finally unlocked the front door and flipped the sign from 'Closed for Inventory' to 'Open', Gurg stepped inside, tossing Sylvia's list onto the counter."So," Gurg drew out the word, raising a gray eyebrow. "How did that... backroom inventory go?"
Leudatrice stared at him, her expression completely blank, devoid of any understanding. Without a word, she efficiently bagged the dried herbs Sylvia had requested and pushed them across the table. Gurg took them, chuckling to himself. Play dumb all you want, lady. I know what the big guy is doing.
When he returned to camp, the mood was foul. Ellie was practically vibrating with rage after her screaming match with the local shepherds. Sensing an opportunity to look like a savior, Gurg puffed out his chest and let loose.
He spun a wild yarn. He claimed he was a hunter from a legendary, brutal tribe, that his mother refused to feed him a single bite unless he tracked and killed it himself, and that he had routinely wrestled lions in his youth. It was a spectacular pile of hunter’s lies, but it worked. Eager to kill the beast that was terrorizing the valley, the group followed his lead.
To Gurg's surprise, his instincts actually held up. Moving through the unforgiving, steep terrain of Tiltren required agonizing bodyweight control. He spent hours hauling his frame up jagged cliffs, lowering himself from mossy branches, and balancing on wet logs, tracking a trail of absolute carnage. The wolves had slaughtered ten sheep, leaving a bloody path. Gurg even dropped to his knees to sniff fresh animal dung, much to Ellie’s disgust.
Finally, they located the target. Two massive wolves were sleeping in a shaded hollow—one a towering, scarred alpha, the other a slightly smaller mate.
Gurg signaled the ambush. He crept toward the smaller one, while Geric and Sylvia flanked the alpha. Ellie retreated to the high ground, drawing her string. When they closed the circle, the beasts snapped awake, letting out a synchronized, low growl that turned the blood in Gurg’s veins to liquid ice.
Thwack! Ellie fired first. Her arrow pierced the alpha directly in the stomach. The giant wolf yelped, spinning in a frantic circle as it tried to tear the shaft out with its teeth. Seizing the distraction, Geric charged forward, swinging his massive mallet. The blow caught the wolf’s hind leg with a sickening crunch, rotating the beast in mid-air. But the alpha was monstrous; ignoring the broken limb, it lunged from the dirt, its jaws clamping violently onto Geric's forearm and dragging the giant to the mud.
Before the beast could tear his arm off, Sylvia blurred into motion. With the cold precision of a street assassin, she slipped under the wolf's guard and drove her short dagger straight through its ribs into the heart. The alpha went limp.
While the giant fell, Gurg faced his own nightmare. The smaller wolf lunged at his throat. Gurg thrust his wooden shield forward, taking the full impact of the crushing jaws into the reinforced timber. Using every ounce of his upper body strength, Gurg lifted the snapping beast off its feet, twisting his hips, and delivered two brutal, horizontal slashes with his sword across its neck. The blade bit deep, separating the head from the shoulders in a spray of dark blood.
An hour later, the adrenaline had faded into heavy fatigue. Sylvia was busy applying a clean bandage to Geric's punctured arm, while Gurg, fueled by sheer pride, skillfully used his hunting knife to skin the carcasses, pulling the sharp teeth as trophies. His forearms and shoulders burned from the effort.
As they gathered their gear to burn the remains, a faint, high-pitched whimpering echoed from a dark rock formation just ten paces away.
They followed the sound, weapons lowered. Hidden beneath a fallen log was a small, hidden den. Inside, three tiny wolf pups, their eyes barely open, scrambled over one another, whimpering and nuzzling the air, looking for their mother.
The camp went dead silent.
Gurg wiped the fresh blood from his bald head, stared down at the trembling pups, and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"Fuck."
To be continued...
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Workout Log: Upday – The Stalker’s Endurance
Focus: Upper Body Pulling Power, Scapular Control & Grip Strength.
The Grind:
The Ascent: Pullup Eccentrics and Hanging Active Splits preparing the upper back and core for the vertical strain of scaling wet rocks and low-hanging branches while tracking targets.
The Slaughter: Horizontal Rows and Jackknife Rings Dips building the exact chest and shoulder stamina required to hold a splintering wooden shield against a lunging jaw, and the pulling strength to butcher a fresh carcass.
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━━━━ Downday ━━━━
━━ WARMUP ━━
╭─ Jack burpee (12)
├─ Neck warmup (5)
├─ Elbow circles (53s)
├─ Downward dog (40s)
├─ Trunk rotation arm swing (32)
├─ Standing hip circles (20)
╰─ Duck walk (39s)
━━ WORKOUT ━━
╭─ One leg dragon flag (8 - 8 - 8)
├─ Foot-hold dragon squat (3 - 3 - 3)
├─ Bridge Pose (10s - 20s - 20s)
├─ Boat pose (13s - 13s - 13s)
├─ Basic Squats plus calves (4 - 3 - 3)
├─ Frog stand (12s - 12s - 12s)
├─ Supine arch body hold (20s - 20s - 20s)
╰─ Planche lean (20s - 20s - 20s)
━━ COOLDOWN ━━
╭─ Weighted sitting compression (14x5kg - 14x5kg DB)
╰─ Weighted deep lunge (5x5kg - 5x5kg DB)
The sight of the three whimpering wolf pups shattered Ellie’s icy exterior. She burst into tears, burying her face into Geric’s massive chest. The giant wrapped his arms around her protectively, glaring over her dark hair straight at Gurg.
"Gurg will take care of them," Geric ordered. It sounded like a command, but given the pathetic whimpering, it vibrated through the cold air like a plea.
Gurg let out a defeated grunt. He grabbed a woven shepherd's basket, shoved Sylvia’s herbs to one side, and gently scooped the soft bundles inside. He mashed stale bread with goat’s milk to feed the hungry bastards before they pitched a temporary camp for the night.
The next morning, Gurg woke up to a sharp kick from Sylvia. "Get up, hunter. We’re going deeper into the thicket."
As Gurg stood up, his eyes drifted toward the fire. Geric was asleep a few paces away from Ellie—close enough to intercept a threat, but notably detached. If that dark-haired beauty were mine, I wouldn't let her out of my arms, Gurg thought, shaking his bald head.
Deep in the woods, Sylvia began to talk. "I was married once to a city watchman," she said dryly, cutting a root. "The pig taught me everything about short blades. But he used his fists on me when drunk. Until the night I decided to apply his own defensive tactics against him. He didn't survive the lesson."
She forced a grim laugh, explaining how she had to flee across borders, learning alchemy to survive. Deep within a secluded clearing, Sylvia ground roots, honey, and resin into a thick paste. She thrust a wooden spoon toward Gurg. "Taste it. Dragon’s Milk. For your immunity."
Gurg licked the spoon. An intoxicatingly sweet syrup immediately sent a wave of intense heat radiating down his throat.
A few minutes passed. Sylvia slid off her boots, pulled her thick woolen skirt past her knees, and began to lift her heels in a slow, rhythmic calf raise.
Suddenly, the world went completely sideways.
Gurg stared, his vision blurring as a powerful hallucination took hold. Sylvia was transforming right before his eyes. The rough, sun-damaged skin of her legs dissolved into flawless, hairless satin. Her veiny, calloused hands softened into smooth, pristine porcelain. Her chest swelled beneath her tunic, the deep wrinkles on her face and neck tightening instantly as if pulled by a sorcerer's string. Her weathered gray hair spun into brilliant, shimmering gold; her crooked smile flashed with teeth like polished white pearls.
Driven by a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated lust, the blood instantly rushing to his lower extremities, Gurg let out a guttural, animalistic growl. He lunged across the clearing like a starved beast. With one hand, he frantically pawed at the newly formed beauty, while his other hand ripped at the buckle of his trousers, tearing them down to his knees.
"Wait, someone’s coming... stop, you idiot!" Sylvia snapped.
But Gurg was entirely deaf. BOOOONG. Sylvia delivered a brutal, double-open-palm strike directly over both of Gurg’s ears.
Gurg saw stars as a high-pitched screech tore through his brain. The beautiful illusion shattered. "Aaaagh!" he screamed, clutching his ringing head. He stumbled backward, but his trousers were tightly pinned around his kneecaps.
He tripped, careening backward. His bare backside landed squarely into a massive patch of low-growing medieval stinging nettles and thorns. The intense sting caused his muscles to contract. In a desperate, airborne display of chaos, Gurg executed an accidental flip over his own head, crashing face-first into the dirt, where he violently vomited into the moss.
Sylvia calmly stood up, adjusted her skirts, and grabbed her bag. She looked down at the trembling, bare-assed warrior heaving in the dirt.
"Immunity boosted," she remarked dryly. "Clean yourself up, 'lion-hunter'. We’re going back to camp."
To be continued...
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Workout Log: Downday – The Magic and the Mortification
Focus: Static Compression, Explosive Pelvic/Core Power, and Unilateral Leg Endurance.
The Grind:
The Core: An upgraded execution of One-Leg Dragon Flags (8-8-8) and Planche Leans (20s), forging an unbreakable, rigid torso. This immense core tension is precisely what is required to execute a desperate, airborne, pantless acrobatic flip after a catastrophic sensory assault.
━━ WARMUP ━━
╭─ Jack burpee (12)
├─ Neck warmup (5)
├─ Elbow circles (53s)
├─ Downward dog (40s)
├─ Trunk rotation arm swing (32)
├─ Standing hip circles (20)
╰─ Duck walk (39s)
━━ WORKOUT ━━
╭─ One leg dragon flag (8 - 8 - 8)
├─ Foot-hold dragon squat (3 - 3 - 3)
├─ Bridge Pose (10s - 20s - 20s)
├─ Boat pose (13s - 13s - 13s)
├─ Basic Squats plus calves (4 - 3 - 3)
├─ Frog stand (12s - 12s - 12s)
├─ Supine arch body hold (20s - 20s - 20s)
╰─ Planche lean (20s - 20s - 20s)
━━ COOLDOWN ━━
╭─ Weighted sitting compression (14x5kg - 14x5kg DB)
╰─ Weighted deep lunge (5x5kg - 5x5kg DB)
Chapter 7: Dragon’s Milk and Donkey Bridges
The sight of the three whimpering wolf pups shattered Ellie’s icy exterior. She burst into tears, burying her face into Geric’s massive chest. The giant wrapped his arms around her protectively, glaring over her dark hair straight at Gurg.
"Gurg will take care of them," Geric ordered. It sounded like a command, but given the pathetic whimpering, it vibrated through the cold air like a plea.
Gurg let out a defeated grunt. He grabbed a woven shepherd's basket, shoved Sylvia’s herbs to one side, and gently scooped the soft bundles inside. He mashed stale bread with goat’s milk to feed the hungry bastards before they pitched a temporary camp for the night.
The next morning, Gurg woke up to a sharp kick from Sylvia. "Get up, hunter. We’re going deeper into the thicket."
As Gurg stood up, his eyes drifted toward the fire. Geric was asleep a few paces away from Ellie—close enough to intercept a threat, but notably detached. If that dark-haired beauty were mine, I wouldn't let her out of my arms, Gurg thought, shaking his bald head.
Deep in the woods, Sylvia began to talk. "I was married once to a city watchman," she said dryly, cutting a root. "The pig taught me everything about short blades. But he used his fists on me when drunk. Until the night I decided to apply his own defensive tactics against him. He didn't survive the lesson."
She forced a grim laugh, explaining how she had to flee across borders, learning alchemy to survive. Deep within a secluded clearing, Sylvia ground roots, honey, and resin into a thick paste. She thrust a wooden spoon toward Gurg. "Taste it. Dragon’s Milk. For your immunity."
Gurg licked the spoon. An intoxicatingly sweet syrup immediately sent a wave of intense heat radiating down his throat.
A few minutes passed. Sylvia slid off her boots, pulled her thick woolen skirt past her knees, and began to lift her heels in a slow, rhythmic calf raise.
Suddenly, the world went completely sideways.
Gurg stared, his vision blurring as a powerful hallucination took hold. Sylvia was transforming right before his eyes. The rough, sun-damaged skin of her legs dissolved into flawless, hairless satin. Her veiny, calloused hands softened into smooth, pristine porcelain. Her chest swelled beneath her tunic, the deep wrinkles on her face and neck tightening instantly as if pulled by a sorcerer's string. Her weathered gray hair spun into brilliant, shimmering gold; her crooked smile flashed with teeth like polished white pearls.
Driven by a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated lust, the blood instantly rushing to his lower extremities, Gurg let out a guttural, animalistic growl. He lunged across the clearing like a starved beast. With one hand, he frantically pawed at the newly formed beauty, while his other hand ripped at the buckle of his trousers, tearing them down to his knees.
"Wait, someone’s coming... stop, you idiot!" Sylvia snapped.
But Gurg was entirely deaf. BOOOONG. Sylvia delivered a brutal, double-open-palm strike directly over both of Gurg’s ears.
Gurg saw stars as a high-pitched screech tore through his brain. The beautiful illusion shattered. "Aaaagh!" he screamed, clutching his ringing head. He stumbled backward, but his trousers were tightly pinned around his kneecaps.
He tripped, careening backward. His bare backside landed squarely into a massive patch of low-growing medieval stinging nettles and thorns. The intense sting caused his muscles to contract. In a desperate, airborne display of chaos, Gurg executed an accidental flip over his own head, crashing face-first into the dirt, where he violently vomited into the moss.
Sylvia calmly stood up, adjusted her skirts, and grabbed her bag. She looked down at the trembling, bare-assed warrior heaving in the dirt.
"Immunity boosted," she remarked dryly. "Clean yourself up, 'lion-hunter'. We’re going back to camp."
To be continued...
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Workout Log: Downday – The Magic and the Mortification
Focus: Static Compression, Explosive Pelvic/Core Power, and Unilateral Leg Endurance.
The Grind:
The Core: An upgraded execution of One-Leg Dragon Flags (8-8-8) and Planche Leans (20s), forging an unbreakable, rigid torso. This immense core tension is precisely what is required to execute a desperate, airborne, pantless acrobatic flip after a catastrophic sensory assault.
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