Daemon took the advice and criticism visibly well. But inside, his mind was stewing. How could he have praised Shirae more then he? He had had lasted longer after all. He turned away and began to go practice his forms again. He would take this lesson to heart, and he would beat Con someday. Of that he could be sure.

ooc:Alright, thanks! That was what I've been planning to do with this character. He needs to be taught a little humility. What Req does this count as though?

Rodrik watched Carnhain move to the edge of the firelight and begin a patrol. Rodrik lay back and thought on his situation, now that he actually had time to do so. What an adventure! On his first trip out of the Yards, he had spotted two Lieutenants of the Band of the Red Hand. Then they had gotten into a real swordfight, in which he had killed somebody, and received a wound of his own. Wouldn't the guys back in the Yards love that one. And his mentor had trusted him enough to go off by herself and leave him with two men they barely knew. Now all he had to do was complete his task. He would have get up early to make up for the lost time when he was unconscious. They would have to push hard and keep going all day, so they would meet up with Elia on schedule. He would do it. He had to.

Rodrik pulled himself from his thoughts and looked around. He spotted Carnhain pick up his bow and nock an arrow to it. He stood behind a tree and seemed to be waiting for something. Rodrik stood up and cringed at the pain in leg. He walked to his sword belt, and strapped it on. He looked towards Carnhain and found the man running towards him. There was a hurried expression on his face and yelled out as he began to kick dirt on the fire, “Pack up, we leave!â€

Rodrik rushed towards Thunder, glad to find him still saddled and his saddlebags were attached. He mounted the stallion quickly, and regretted it, as it caused a surge of pain. But he bit it back, and wheeled the horse towards Carnhain. The man was already on his mount and riding towards Baerlon. Rodrik followed quickly, wondering what the man had seen. He asked him, and found that the bandits were still after them. Rodrik then became especially careful, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings, not wanting to be surprised.

They rode through the night, and Rodrik had a bad feeling rising through his gut. So much so, that every shadow seemed to jump out and attack, as if there was an army of bandits against them, waiting to ambush and end their lives. But he steeled his soul, and brought up reserves of courage to move through the night, and he found happiness when the sun began its ascent. It was as if calm rose with dawn. His fears subsided and they continued on, towards his final objective.

As the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, the feeling of apprehension came with it. Would they make Baerlon today? Or would they need to spend another night out in the wild? They rode on. Finally as the sun peaked overhead, Rodrik spotted something on the horizon. Could it be? It was. The town walls of Baerlon! He pointed it out to Carnhain, and they both began to ride harder.

The sun was on its descent as they rode through the gates, they rode through the streets, stopping at several inns, to see if they were the Badger’s Hide. None of them were, so they continued. Finally the stopped outside a three story inn, with a painted sign showing a badger hide, right as the name said. Rodrik dismounted and turned to Carnhain. He extended his arm. “Thanks for all your help. I probably wouldn’t have lasted if it wasn’t for you.†Carnhain grinned and grasped his hand. “No problem, maybe I’ll see you in the future.†The man wheeled his horse and continued down the street, towards the south gate. Rodrik watched his back until it disappeared around a street corner, then turned to the entrance of the inn.

As he opened the door, the first thing he saw, was his mentor. Elia, was standing there, talking with what looked a well to do merchant. He entered and Elia turned to see the newcomer. She nodded him over, and he moved quickly. She smiled and said in a kind voice, “What took you so long? I expected you hear yesterday.†Rodrik gave a half laugh and told his story. She nodded at the end, and inquired, “How is you leg?†Rodrik gave a quick glance at the cut in his breeches, and the scarring that was beginning to form. “It’s fine. When do we leave?†Elia nodded towards the merchant woman. “There is your charge. She is quite stubborn, and does not want to leave until tomorrow. So sit down, have some supper. Then go to bed. You’re going to need a lot of rest for our journey back. We leave at dawn tomorrow.†Rodrik smiled, and thought about the journey back. He hoped it went better then the trip here. He nodded at Elia, and moved towards a serving maid, to order some food. The Light had shone on him. There was hope that that would continue as he sat down.

Daemon Rakewind, Army

Daemon grabbed a lathe and went back to the cirlce. Con and Shirae awaited him. Daemon stood loosely, awaiting the beginning. Con flew into the beginning of his dance with Honeybird Kisses the Honeyrose, aimed right at Daemon. He had to jump out of the way, and was immediately off balance. As he recovered his position, Con's focus was on Shirae. As Daemon prepared to strike, Shirae lost one of her lives and tripped over her feet. Con turned to Daemon, and he opened with a Parting of the Silk, which Con turned aside, but as the man made for a counterstrike, Shirae rose and pressed in on him, and Daemon renewed his effort to strike Con. The effect of which caused Con to stagger. Shirae then backed off slightly, and Daemon pressed harder, trying to maintain and stay on the attack.

He struck hard with The Courtier Taps his Fan, which almost got through, then he moved quickly into Arc of the Moon, and onto The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback. Con parried all three, and counterstruck with The Falcon Stoops, which, Daemon, who was about to moe into his own form, missed blocking and the lathe took him in the stomach. Daemon jumped back in outrage. One life gone. He looked to Shirae, now knowing that they would have to work together to beat Con. She nodded, and he nodded back. It was time to fight.

ooc:Sorry, this took so long, school and sports take a lot of time.

No!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The one person who was helping me with my character! What can I do now? You've been a great supporter for what little time I've been here. I'm sorry to see you go. Have fun and good luck!

Daemon worked the forms in the training hall. Only the most basic, but he still figured he was progressing quickly with them. He started to do his routine all over again. He got into his fighting stance, also known as Leopard in the Tree. He started off with what he thought was a perfect rendition of Unfolding the Fan and he moved into Lion on the Hill. He thought he was so dangerous from this, seeing as he could guard against any attack, andattack on his own. Now would come the truly awesome part. He moved into the Courtier Taps his Fan and followed through moving into Parting the Silk , and quickly drew back to perform Kingfisher Takes a Silverback. He fell back into Lion on the Hil, imagining that his opponent was dead, or at the least, mortally wounded. He the finished off with Folding the Fan, putting his blade away.

He decided to take a break and look around. Across the Hall, he saw one soldier, who looked extremely good with his blade. 'Maybe he's even a match for me," he thought conceitedly(ooc:Daemon's a bit of a fool and thinks he owns the world, he can't really do all that he thinks he can). He decided to challenge the man to a match. But another soldier, a female at that got there before him. But maybe they could have a three way spar. That might be interesting. He moved towards the pair.

"Morning, sir. Would you mind if I joined you in a bout of swordsmanship?" He turned to the female, "You could join in if you'd like."

He eagerly awaited the answer to his question. The man outranked him, but even the heroes had to start low in the ranks. He would become the Greatest Hero evr. And this man was merely a stepping stone, a rung on the ladder. He waited impatiently, as the man looked at him.

Back!

From July 8th until August 18th, I will be undergoing training in my country's armed forces. I will be out of contact, and I will not be at a computer until said end date. But I hope when I return there will be some good RPs going. Thanks

Wretched Chaos

ps: You have gotta love that name :lol:

I'd love to help ya. If you're still in need of training after I get back in August, I'll be glad to help you.

Daemon listened to Doeshan explain his answers. They made sense. After all, you can't have the Savior of the Light cutting off his leg becuase he doesn't know one end of a sword from another. He nodded at the advice about him getting up too early. He laughed inwardly. The nights were the playground of the Watchers. His body knew exactly when to wake up, or go to sleep.

Doeshan opened the door and exited, with Daemon following closely. Arala was still there, and Doeshan turned to her. "Bannerman, Show this boy to the barracks, would you? You do remember what a 'barracks' is, right? Not sure if you would be able to identify living quarters not made of canvas what with you living in those tents and all." Arala made a mimick of her laughing, and Daemon wondered what they were talking about. He decided to make that one of his questions during their tour.

Arala began to move towards the center of the Fortress. She showed him the Mess Hall, the Stables, the Barracks, the Armories, the Dome of Light, and the training grounds. He remembered his curiosity at the tents, and decided that now was the time to ask. Here goes nothing. "Bannerman," he began," what is the purpse of those tents I saw when I walkied into the Fortress?" He awaited the answer.

Daemon nodded at Doeshan's words. He grabbed the pen offered to him, and he bent over the book. He thought carefully before writimg. Is this what I want to do? Something nudged his mind. Definitely. On a line, in neat print he wrote his name. Daemon Rakewind. Soon to be Savior of the Light. He stood straight and looked the Senior Lieutenant in the eyes. "I'm proud to now be a part of the Children of the Light. I have three questions. One: When do I get my weapon? Two: When does my training start? And Three: Where do I sleep?" He awaited the questions eagerly.

"Well Daemon, what brings you to us?"Dameon looked over the man. He had the prescence of a man used to being in control. His face hid something behind it. Something that he couldn;t quite place, yet it was familiar. It reminded him of the Head Watcher. But now to answer the question. "Good afternoon, sir. I am here to join the Children of the Light, and thereby help save the world from the evil that is Shayol Ghoul. I wish to learn the ways of the blade, and the horse, to further my goals for the future." Fath looked him over, his eyes seeming to pierce into his soul. He stood there silently, for what seemed a lifetime to Daemon, but was no more then twenty seconds. A simple nod noted Daemon's passing from his second life to his third, and the formalities were yet to be observed. "Follow me," was all that the Senior-Lieutenant said, and he turned away, walking deeper into the camp. Daemon had no choice but to follow.

Oi! Drinks all around!

Daemon paled when Arala told him that they would run him through for speaking to them like he had just done to her. I'm not in command anymore! He berated himself for doing something as stupid as he had just done. He decided he would have to play it cool, or he would end up like the rest of his gang. He felt the scar on his chest begin to itch. Those times are behind me, he thought cautiously. He spoke up. "I'll take your second option, Arala. I am called Daemon Rakewind. Forgive me for my harsh words. This place is a turn of events for me. Shall we go and have me signed up?" Daemon felt weird that he had to fake forgiveness. It wasn't like he had never done it before. The Head Watcher had never been a man to allow insolence. It had kept the Watchers going strong. Until the Children ripped through the Inner Circle in the space of twenty seconds. The past is behind me. My future, right in front. He watched Arala nod, and followed her towards the Fortress.

Daemon looked ahead as he walked down the wide road. What he saw in front of him was a sight he had seen a thousand times, but this time it held something special for him. A new beginning in the shambles that was his life. A turning over of a new leaf. He felt the ice start to recede from his heart.Warmth was filling that empty hole in his chest. He shook himself, reigning in hard on his emotions, before they ran away on him and weakened his iron will. "I'm not here to make friends," he muttered to himself. "I'm here to save the Light and defeat the evil that grows in Shayol Ghoul."

He snapped himself out of his deep thinking, and brought himself back to the present. His eyes roamed across the outer wall of the Fortress, noting as much as possible for future use. Knowledge is Power, he thought to himself. His eyes went across the stone again, passing across the Gate, and then they snapped back. There, no more then two hundred paces away, was a Child of the Light. He couldn't stop a little trickle of fear escape and he mentally berated himself for it. Would this soldier bring him in for questioning pertaining to the death's of two Children at the hands of his gang? There was only one way to tell.

He closed the distance between himself and the Child quickly, and he saw that the soldier was a female, with a squirrel sitting on her shoulder. She looked like she was about to do something, but he wasn't sure what. So he steeled himself, awaiting the blow that would end his life. But all he heard was, "Oi, headed to the Fortress?" He was shocked, but he kept control over his emotions and he felt pride welling at being able to do so. He nodded, and then began to probe about his future career. "I have come to join the ranks of the Children of the Light. Where can I sign up?" What seemed to be a smile flashed across the woman's face. He pushed harder. "Well? Are you going to tell me or stand here? I don't have all day you know!" The smile disappeared.

Rodrik watched Elia disappear over a hill. He was slightly afraid now that she was gone. Now he was by himself with two Lieutenants from one of the best armies in the world. He didn't know them well enough to feel completely comfortable, but if they had wanted to kill him, they would have that first night he had met them. Speaking of the two, he turned to them who were also looking in the direction of his mentor. "Maybe we should get going. Before those bandits come back with friends." Carnhain looked at him and nodded. "You're right. Let's get a move on."

Rodrik moved to mount up on Thunder, and found severe pain in his leg. The bandages Carnhain had given him were already turning red. He would have to get it fixed soon, or there would some problems. The pain subsided and he found himself lying on his back, flat on the ground. He picked himself up and he made another attempt at mounting. He moved to the other side of Thunder, and used his good leg to get a hold in the stirrup and hoist his weight up on to the saddle.

Carnhain and Rowul were looking at him with slight expressions of worry on their faces. He nodded at them. "Let's move." And with that he kicked Thunder into a gallop. The shock waves ran up his body, pain increasing with every single jolt. But he put up with it. At least, he did for as long as possible. He finally slowed Thunder to a walk, and Carnhain and Rowul came alongside. "Are you alright? You're face is white." Rodrik wasn't feeling very healthy at that moment. He looked at his leg again, and the bandage was soaked red, and there was blood flowing freely down his leg. He said in a weak voice. "I think I need another bandage." he tried to stop the black that was slowly creeping in upon his vision. But the force was to strong. The black took him.

Rodrik woke in a surge of pain. The screams were flowing from his mouth, along with several profanities. But the pain faded, and with it, the screams. He looked up, and found Carnhain kneeling over him. He stood up, and pointed to Rodrik's leg. Rodrik's eyes went to his thigh. There was a new bandage, and the remains of a crude stitching. He looked to Carnhain. The man shrugged and said simply, "Had to be done. It was this or death." Rodrik nodded a weak thanks. He looked around and was surprised to find that it was night time already. He must have been out for hours. He decided to ask. "I'm guessing we're staying here for tonight?" Carnhain nodded, and Rodrik continued. "How long was I out for?" Carnhain turned to him and looked like he was preparing what to say. He wondered what would require mental planning.

Rodrik gaped at the sight of Cairhien. He had only been to one great city in his life, and it was the largest city in the world. Tar Valon. But Cairhien had its own jaw dropping qualities to a man born and raised in Haddon Mirk. There were towers that seemed endless, nowhere near the height of the White Tower, but that was made with the Power. These were planned and built by men.(and Ogiers?) They ended in jagged tops, from the Aiel that he was here to learn about. They passed through the area outside of the city. It was as crowded as the streets in Tar Valon, but here, the people wore bright colours, and smiling. There were hawkers in the streets yelling at the tops of the their voices to proclaim how good their product was, whether it be pies, or walking sticks. The buildings were made of wood, and their were several inns that he could see, but Talyn led them on, through the hustle, and towards the stone walls that led to the Inner City. He couldn't wait until they got to the inn. Then he would have a chance to explore the city.

Thanks!

Ingtar watched Moran ride. The guy had some skill on his horse, there was a lot of potential in this trainee it seemed. Moran raced across the finish line, head low down over the horse, for better speed. Ingtar stopped his mental stopwatch, and compared the man's time compared to his in the past. Moran beat him.

Smiling, Ingtar approached Moran, and gave a shake-down of Moran's performance. "Good, good. You beat my time, so it looks like I owe you a beer." Moran smiled at that and Ingtar continued. "You have a good horse, with plenty of stamina, so you were able to make that race at almost full speed the entire way. But I did notice that your mount here, started slowing down near the last quarter mile stretch. In battle the last quarter mile is the most important. You shouldn't just blast out of the starting line, but save some energy for the end. For when you're charging in on an enemy, the more speed you have at the moment of impact, the more damage you can do. Got that?" Moran nodded and Ingtar went on. "So basically move fast at the beginning, just not super fast. That's for the end. But other then that, you did really well. You're positioning on your horse was fantastic, and you have good control with your horse. So good job. Alright, we'll take an hour long break for lunch, and to rest Shadar'Faile, and then we'll meet back here for the obstacle course. Any questions?"

Ingtar turned away from Moran and headed towards the town to have a good meal for the afternoon. He was going to make Moran work hard, and he decided that he hadn't been on the course in a while, so he would do it as well. Ingtar heard his belly growl, and he smiled. Lunch called.

ooc:Does shadar'faile mean Shadow Falcon? And is he/she a warhorse? It's nothing important but I just like knowing things.

ic:Ingtar nodded at Moran's choice. Ingtar had always liked the obstacle course better then the speed course, mainly because he was a very skilled rider, and obstacles were the funnest thing for him. And the fact that Dragon wasn't the fastest horse in the world. Dragon was big, bred for running through enemies, not for speed. Ingtar pushed the thoughts away, remembering that he was training somebody else, not himself. He pointed to a line drawn across the ground and spoke to his trainee. "All right. Start there. The course is a mile long in an ovular shape. You start here and you will finish over there." Ingtar spun to point out an opening about a quarter mile down the line. "If you can beat my time, you're doing good, and after we're finished today, I'll buy you a drink. Now mount up." He watched Moran move quickly into the saddle, and Ingtar raised his hand, signalling that he was about to begin the run. "On my mark, set, GO!" Ingtar's hand dropped and Moran started to go. Ingtar started walking to the finish line, counting off the seconds for Moran's time. The way the man was moving at the moment, he was going to beat Ingtar's time. But two minutes would tell.

ooc:Don't worry about what the time is. You should beat it as long as your horse is smaller then mine.

Ingtar listened to Moran explain what he had done thus far, and his desire for friendship with him. There was nothing wrong with that, and it looked like Ingtar would have a good soldier on his hands once he began training. Ingtar responded cheerfully to Moran. "Excellent. It is good that you wish to be friends. It means you have a soul, and sould are good to have. I wish to make sure everyone in my platoon are strong friends. It makes for a more cohesive unit, one that relies on everybody's strengths to support their weaknesses. I try to get to know my troops, so I understand how they tick, and to keep them at a razor's edge. I will be friends with you, just as long as, when I give orders you obey them. Understand?" Moran nodded and Ingtar continued.

"Ok. Since you know how to ride your horse, we will see how well you can do it. There is a course, around here, which you will ride, as fast as you can. It is filled with several obstacles that you will have to maneuver through, around, or possible even over. There is also a plain riding course designed to see how fast you are. Which would you like to do first?" Ingtar saw Moran smile, and he wondered which he would pick.

Rodrik Hellok

Easy-going, Leader, Comfortable with everyone he meets, until they piss him off. Also drinks alot. He doesn't try to drown himself in ale to get rid of any thoughts, but just because he likes it a lot.Kind of like Jim Morrison. He's going to end up the same, if he doesn't stop, but that's going to be an RP for the future.

" The pork chops are especially good. They have some seasoning that comes from the Domani that just makes them taste so good. They comewith some begetables too. It's actually really tasty. If you're eating anything I would get that. Actually I think I'll have some." He waved one of the barmaids over, it was the one that Maldrin had been eyeing earlier. Unbeknownst to his friend, Rodrik had slept with her a couple of times. He wondered how his friend would do with Melissa. He looked up at her and ordered his meal. He looked at Sana, and spoke,"You going to get anything?"

Ingtar listened to th instructions and hurried to Carnhain, who was supposed to be training a new Cavalry Private. So he headed to the training fields, and sure enough, there was Carnhain with his new Private. Carnhain spotted Ingtar approaching and stopped halfway while mounting. Then Carnhain introduced Ingtar to Moran. He nodded his head at the private and turned to Carnhain who asked quickly,"What is it Ingtar?" Ingtar pulled Carnhain off to the side and reiterated the instructions he had received to the Lieutenant. "You're wanted by Amon. I'm not exactly sure why. But I suspect it involves battle plans. You are supposed to report immediately. I'll take over Pte. Moran here's training." Carnhain nodded and rode off.

Ingtar turned his attention to Moran. He wondered what training Carnhain had already covered, but it would probably be best if he asked him himself. "Alright. Lt. Carnhain has been called away, so I'll be taking over your training from here on in. First off, I'd like to know what you've done so far so we can move ahead. If you have any questions, just ask me. Alright, so what have you done?" Ingtar wondered how this soldier would turn out. He had bowed legs, so he probably had some degree of training in horsemanship, but weirder things had happened.

ooc: It's time for the fun to begin!

ic:

Maldrin, Rodrik, and Sana walked cheerfully through the streets of the greatest city on the mainland, heading towards the Golden Harp, and a night of drinking, gambling and carousing women. It was going to be fun. "So," Rodrik said as they approached the inn. "are we gonna stay here for a few drinks, and then go home? Or do you guys want to go someplace a little more ... what's the word? Exciting! I know a place where ou can get some and I haven't gotten any in a while. You guys game?" He waited for their answeres, and entered the inn.

It was a half decent inn, complete with several round tables, surrounded by stiff-backed chairs, a roaring hearth, and a fat innkeeper. He knew the name of the fellow quite well, as he came here often enough. "Ah," the innkeeper's eyes lit up as he saw Rodrik enter. He knew that he liked his ale very much. "Master Hellok. What can I do for you this fine night?" Rodrik got the same question every time he enetered and it was always the same reply. "Call me Rodrik, Lou. And it'll be a pint for each of us this time." Lou Harlem nodded and went to the kitchen to go get a serving maid to fetch their drinks. The three friends took a seat at a table and waited until their drinks came back. Then he asked to Maldrin and Sana." So, what do you want to do first. Drink, or gamble?"They smiled.