Finding a Light (att: Ghaul)

[Viathan]

Waking up in his shared quarters in the trainee’s barracks he realized it was still about an half an hour before his mentor was scheduled to arrive. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling, watching as the rays of sun slowly crept across the ceiling and touched the far wall. Getting up he realized the two beds in the room were empty: Early risers perhaps. He shrugged off his bed clothes and walked across the stone floor. It was a crisp morning to be sure. Though the sun was warming the room, the temperature was nothing on being in bed. He fought the temptation to get back in with better judgment.

 

He watched the water pour hot from the pitcher into the large bowl in front of him. He dunked his head under the water, his daily ritual before washing. Washing and shaving certainly helped get rid of the morning cobwebs. He looked into the old mirror in front of him and looked down at his scarred body. He had the occasional scars on his torso and his forearms looked like a one clawed cat had thought he was a post. He lent forward and took a deep breath almost gasping as he gripped the table in front of him. The wood creaking under his fingers as his knuckles whitened. His eyes went wide and his reflection seemed so far away and the room seemed so alien. He closed his eyes for a moment and he breathed heavily as his world returned to normal and his reflection once again became just his reflection and the room; only a room.

 

Blinking he let out a sign and he straightened up, “Today I become something he always wanted me to be but I never wanted for myself. And in a city with no crime no less.” Frowning, “at least I might learn a tick or two.” He shrugged and turned back to his pack he pulled out a pair of undershorts, dark brown pants and a white shirt. He threw them on and ran his fingers through his hair before picking up his sword belt. He held his sheathed sword in his hands and sat down on his bed, “I hope your happy, Father. But rest assured my work isn’t done yet” He almost smiled at the silliness of talking to his stepfather through his sword and swung the brown leather belt around his waist and hung it from his right hip.

 

[Ghaul]

  Daemon was on his way to the trainee's barracks. Today he was to meet his newest charge - a young man called Via Than. Daemon was not certain what to expect. In his more than 20 years in the Tower grounds he has seen recruits varrying from veterans and trained soldiers to compleatly untrained boys and spoiled sons of the nobility who though of the red cloak as just another trinket to their inventory. Time was to show to which category Via Than was to be.

 

  Well the first impressions of the man were good. Via Than was already at the barracks entrance, waiting for Daemon to arrive. Dressed simply but comfortably, with a sword on his belt and a rather concentrated expression on his face.

 

  "Via Than?" - the young man nodded. - "I am Daemon Ronshor, I will be your mentor. And as such, I am to answer all your questions so if you have any questions about the yards, the barracks or your training do not hesitate to come to me. I see you already have a weapon, but follow me"

 

  Daemon led Via Than to the imposing building of the armory.

 

  "Here's what we'll do. Go into the armory and take a look ( descriptions of the weapons in th armory can be found here - http://www.aliciawilkerson.com/warders/?page_id=30 ) . You can pick any weapon you like or keep your current one, it's fine by me. You can also pick armour if you like. But do make sure to pick up a sharpening stone, some oil and rags - your weapons does need maintenance. I will be waiting for you here."

 

  Daemon

[Viathan]

Walking into the armory he felt the cool hit his face as the sun seemed to be beating down alot more of late which might make training hard but it was better than in the freezing cold. His first impressions of his mentor were good, he seemed like a reliable man, uncorrupted and seemingly happy in his job. He walked through the armory and saw a man in uniform sweeping up the floor. He looked up and smiled and said, "Hello there! Fresh meat for the walls aye with aspirations of being a warder." He chuckeled to himself and Via wondered if all were so happy in this city. He nodded a hello back and the man piped up again, "Looking to upgrade your broadsword for something with a little more kick to it?"

 

Via didn't bother to explain the correct name is an arming sword and that it was quite sufficent for what he did with it. He simply shrugged, "Just browsing" he found a table full of small corked bottles of oil and folded rags. He picked them up and chose out a good sharpening stone. Putting a couple with cracks to one side. He was about to leave then stopped infront of the armour section and picked up a aketon for training Via heard a cheerful, "see you!" as he was walking out the door. He didn't bother resopnding to the over enthusiastic man inside. Walking upto Daemon. The folded up aketon under his arm he held up his right hand holding his oil and rag while the other held his sharpening stone. He simply said, "ready.."

[Ghaul]

  An aketon eh? Good for both being the only armour and being padding for further armour protection. It would be interesting to see with which choise Via would go for.

 

  "Well, so you decided to keep the weapon you came with, eh? Fine by me. Now by the looks of your weapon, I take it I need not explain how to take care of it. Someone already told you that in advance. Still your choice suggest that you have some expirience with your current weapon. I am curious to hear what it is."

 

  Daemon leaned against the outer wall of the armory.

 

 

  "So, how do you came in possesion of this blade, and how well can you use it?"

[Viathan]

Gently putting down his burdens by the wall where he wasn't going to knock them over he stood away from the wall resting his hands on the pommel of his sword. He lowered his eyes for a moment and thought best about how to proceed. To explain straight out most folk would consider him a murderder or a physcopath.... Maybe he was perhaps to sidestep the details with a favourable account of the truth.

 

"This was my step-fathers weapon and I grew up with him. I know how to tend for it better than I know how to tie my laces. He was a guardsman of city.. In a way, so was I.. I specialised in the protection of women who couldn't protect themselves. It could be a bloody business, Though I lack finess of those with formal training I am adept with the basic slash, thrust and block. I never had need for much more mind as most that I dealt with during my time back home were little more than footpads and excited drunks."

 

He finished and supressed a grimace wondering if he had said too much, often feeling a little uneasy when having to say as much as that in one go. Ever since he was a child he prefered silence to talking. Always worried about oversteping his mark or saying the wrong thing. Sometimes he just remembered the silence following a violent part of his childhood. Silence brought him a warped sense of peace from scars that run deep.

 

Moving out of the sun he stepped casually a little closer to the wall and turned to look at Daemon wondering if his answer was going to be sufficent and to try judge his reactions, out of the glare of the sun.

[Ghaul]

  His father's sword? Well it was very rare, at least it was rare for Daemon, to see a new recruit comming to the Tower with an ancestrial weapon. And even more rare of that weapon actually being used anytime soon. Via's father was a Tower Guard, so the man deffinatly knew how to handle a sword, in both fight and in peace, and since Via has recieved instruction from his father, so he was already on his way on the path of the swordsman. Which could be both a good thing and a bad, but that remained to be seen. So far Via did not show any signs of arrogance, which ment that the steps have been taking in the right diection.

 

  "May I see your sword, Via?" - Daemon asked

 

 

  Daemon Ronshor

 

OOC: Sorry that it is so short

[Viathan]

Via nodded gently at Daemon's request. He lowered his lef hand across to his sword on his right hip. while his right arm looped around underneith the scabbard. Via's grip tightend instintivly on his sword hilt. He felt a prang of worry and guilt creep up his spine as he slowly drew his sword over his arm, its hilt pointing towards Daemon in offering. He hadn't ever handed his fathers sword over to anyone since it was taken from his father's hand.

 

This man Daemon certainly offered him no ill will and seemed genuine. He looked down at the sword cradled in his arms, it was a simple sword but it meant alot to him. It was an arming sword which is a shorter equivilant of a long sword. Its blade about as long as his full arm but its weight was mercifully light due to its length which meant speed at the cost of length.

 

 

(QUALITY NOT QUANTITY. NO APOLOGIES NESSICARY MY FRIEND)

 

[Ghaul]

  Via offered his sword to him after some hesitattion, and Daemon could understand him perfectly, after all, a warrior's weapons is his heart and soul, they are not to be handed around easily. And when you had someone else's weapon in your hands, they were certain rules to be followed.

 

  Daemon took the hilt of the sword, resting the blade against on his sleeve. To touch the blade directly would be an insult to Via. It did not take Daemon long to finish his inspection of the blade. It was old, that was clear, and well used, there were a few dark spot near the hilt, most dried up blood and only one one tough to reach place - a small spec of rust. All in all, the blade was in a very good condition, and spoke well of the one who took care of it. Handing it back to Via, Daemon spoke.

 

  "Well we're done here. Let's move on, shall we?"

 

  Daemon Ronshor

 

  ooc: Well this is finally over, almost two months after it started. I will report this class and you're free to move on with Via's training, and free of me too.