Visar is proficient w quarterstaff, as it's pretty much a spear without a sharp point. No worries about weapon proficiencies. And just let me know where to join in and what you need me to do and i'm game :)

Visar has as his prim/sec/tertiary weapons longsword, dagger, and lance (staff being a tool to learn this)

My TG character Torvus has crossbow, recurve horsebow, and sword and buckler.

Let me know if either can be of use.

(ooc: it has been a long time lol! Let me help finish this)

Visar smiled as he shook the warder's hand. Truthfully, he only vaguely remembered leading some trainees at some point in the past. Yes, he must have led an Arafelin named Rekinu in the past, but for the Light of him that memory was fuzzy. Perhaps he had been gone too long. The past was not as important as the present, however, and he responded in kind to the borderlander's salute.

"Peace favor your sword as well," he said, and they began the game, their emotions slowly lesking away into the challenge of the fight. He noted with approval for his opponent's honor that he selected a similar weapon to his own, a practice lathe that could be used one or two handed. Yet he was curious as to why Rekinu had only selected the sword and not used the shield he brought.

Well, he would allow this man to come at him with what he chose. No need to make things harder on himself.

They began cautiously, measuring each other to see what they would do. Tiring of this shortly Visar launched into the attack and they entered into several excellent exchanges. Rekinu was just as aggressive as Visar, so there were times Visar was forced on the defensive, which was usually a bad thing.

Visar could not help but grin as he concentrated on the fight, his opponent doing the same. They both were incredibly fast, he knew in the back of his mind, and it was hard to predict what would come next. Motion and counter motion began within a second, and there was no time for idle thoughts as their bodies and blades whirred, struck blade, air, or flesh, and whirred again.

And sure enough, eventually a good hit landed on his shin from a daring roll and low strike. Visar could not step back in time, his leg stinging badly and making it painful to move. That would leave a good bruise. He had made a killing blow to rekinu's back at Almost the same time, but double hits were not acceptable outcomes in a real fight, as they both lost.

They paused, and Visar decided he wanted to make things more interesting. While Rekinu's double handed form was excellent, it seemed just a little slow to react, and he thought it was missing something.

"Come now, Rekinu Gaidin. Will you not face me with your best?" Visar pointed to the man's shield to the side with his lractice lathe, wondering if that combination was Rekinu's best. It was much harder to fight a skilled opponent with a sword and shield or some other weapon, as some angles of attack were completely closed, and it was possible for them to defend and hit you at the same time more often than with a single sword itself. Visar allowed himself to smile just a little, hoping that that would somehow convey a sense of confidence in facing that weapon combination. But in reality, he knew that it would be much more challenging, especially since shields were not something he practiced against enough, despite their use on the battlefield or duel. And, especially, since Visar knew he was very rusty, and already a little winded.

Hey U4ea, are there links on that post? I'm not seeing any...

I might be able to help out with a training thread or two, as i have a blademaster character i can dust off. I'll be helping Tay until we find a new RGL so feel free to pm me if you need anything done!

DM Handle: Pivot
Character’s name: Adiel Haron
Age (must be 16 - 21): 19
Place of Origin (must be from the mainland of Randland): Old City, Caemlyn, Andor
Hair Color: Darker brown
Eye Color: “Piercing” blue
Height: 5’11
Weight: 155 lbs.
Brief History:

Adiel had always been a passionate person.

It was that passion that kept getting him in trouble. A fist slammed into his face, knocking him back and against the wall of the dark Caemlyn alley. His assaulter smiled, satisfied with the work he had done. Adiel, bruised and bleeding, slid down the wall, landing in the muck. His head spun, and his ears pounded with the sound of blood. He no longer had the strength to get up.

It’s not like Adiel was a bad fighter, years of brawls had taught him enough to stand his ground, usually. This man, however, was bigger, taller, and older then Adiel. He knew more about fighting, and he had royally trounced Adiel, with his obvious advantages. This didn’t stop Adiel, however. Muttering under his breath, Adiel began trying to get up, the fury of potential loss pushing him past his limits. His assaulter, Kain, shook his head at Adiel.
“You want to go another few rounds, boy?”

It’s not as if Adiel had done nothing in the fight. Kain was hurt, even Adiel, laying in the muck of an alley with Kain towering over him, could tell that Kain had felt the few hits that had connected. His nose was bleeding, and his arm was tucked into his left side, trying to hold back the throbbing pain in his ribs. At the end of the day, though, he was still the better fighter.

As Adiel pushed himself onto his knees, Kain slammed his boot into Adiel’s stomach, forcing him back into the muck. He spat on Adiel, looking down upon him with contempt.
“You are a fool, boy. Don’t get back up and make me regret what I do next.”
Near unconscious, Adiel didn’t move. His fury and passion raged like a fire inside, but his body could no longer move. Kain nodded, satisfied that Adiel wouldn’t get back up, and limped out of the alley.

Adiel pushed the memory away. That had been nearly a year ago, now. He had fought many brawls after that one, but never had he felt so embarrassed. True, he won almost none of his encounters, but he usually had hurt the other man enough to get his point across.

His mother was always furious when he came home, scarred and bleeding. She would rant about the dangers, what could happen to him, what would happen to him. Adiel never really listened, he always felt justified. The other man deserved the fight. They had dishonored him, they had insulted the Queen, they had pushed him around. It didn’t matter. If the other man instigated it, Adiel tried to punish it.

Of course, Adiel wasn’t always so caught up in fighting. He tried to contribute to society, tried to find a place where he could work a trade, or at least join the military. But at every turn, something hindered him. Adiel was always in conflict with others around him. He couldn’t seem to find peace.

One day, while roaming the Caemlyn’s New City, Adiel found something. He found purpose. He found reasoning. He found a way to be calm.

An Aes Sedai and her Warder were staying in a local inn. Adiel was getting into an argument with a man about something irrelevant, and the people around them could sense that a fistfight was about to break lose. A small crowd gathered around, waiting to see the action. Like a hungry wolf loosed from it’s cage, Adiel lunged at the other man, trying to take him down quickly. Unbeknownst to him or his opponent, the Aes Sedai’s Warder had been watching the event unfold, and decided to intervene.

Moving with speed and grace, the Warder grabbed the neck of Adiel’s coat, stopping his lunge before he could connect his punch. He flowed into a position between the two, holding them at arms length. Caught up in their blind rage, both Adiel and his moment ago enemy swung at the Warder. While surprised, the Warder dodged and deflected both their hits, moving himself into a better position. For a full minute Adiel and the other man attacked the Warder, with all the strength and fury they could muster. Throughout the fight, the Warder stayed calm. He was collected. He was fighting and yet he could think clearly.

The fight ended abruptly when the Warder’s Aes Sedai stepped outside. She shot a look at her Warder, who quickly dispatched both Adiel and the other man in a single move. Bowing his head in apology, he stepped to his Aes Sedai, and they disappeared into the inn. The only thing Adiel heard from the Aes Sedai was, “I told you to stop the fight, not instigate it.”
Later, that night, Adiel thought back to the fight. He thought about the grace the Warder moved with, the control he had over himself and the fight. The more Adiel thought about it, the more he craved it. He no longer wanted to fight with blind rage, but with the grace and control of a Warder.
And that’s how he ended up at the gates to Tar Valon, ready to step forward and begin his new life. A life of control and balance, a life full of success, not failure.
The life, of a Warder.

DM: Aekold
Name: Aekold al’Cadez
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: Shienaran
Hair: Black, shoulder length
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'


Strengths:
Being a Borderlander he was raised with a sword in his hand and the Blight before him. He is very proficient with a sword as well as a bow. He is a patient person and is quite intelligent. He fights with great passion and honour. He applies his passion to everything he does

Weaknesses:

Has a tendency to be very formal. This has hindered him in creating friendships but has not stopped him. His main fault is that he is not very trusting of others. Since his father was murdered by one of his closest friends, Aekold does not allow himself to get too close to people.


Personality:

He is a passionate fighter, who coats himself in the armour of formality. He is not very trusting of others but he is not a cold person. He believes that it is his duty to fight against the Shadow and will do everything within his power for that fight. Patience and reason are of one of his best qualities but unfortunately get displaced when his passion takes over.

History:

Growing up in Shienar, Aekold was taught a sense of duty and to always fight for what was right. Ever since he was a small boy he often watched the departing soldiers with a sense of awe and pride and knew that when his time came he would raise his sword in the defence of the Light.

Aekold lived with his father, mother and elder sister. They lived in an average two-story house with a thatch roof within the city walls. His father was a carpenter and his mother worked with one of the seamstresses nearby, leaving him in the care of his eldest sister. She was the one who had taught him how to read and how to ride a horse.

However when Aekold was only eight years old, a man he thought was a close friend murdered his father. When the man was hanged and Aekold looked upon the body of his father’s best friend, he swore to himself not to let anyone get too close to him. So it was then that Aekold’s mistrust of others had began but it became as much apart of him as his sword. With one last glance at the corpse Aekold walked over to his father’s brother, who was a captain in the army, and asked him to teach him the way of the blade. Aekold never wanted to be defenceless again.

At the age of ten, his sister went to Tar Valon to train to become Aes Sedai. She often wrote of how hard the training was but she said she would never give up. A year later he had received a letter filled with excitement. It said that she was expecting to be tested for Accepted at any time. However he never heard from her again.

Aekold spent his days with his uncle after his sister left, learning the way of battle and training with the sword, his uncle took it for granted that he would join the army when he came of age. But when he was fifteen he had learned all that he could from both his uncle and the master at arms in the barracks. He had bested everyone who would duel with him but he still yearned to learn more. In telling his uncle this he laughed and replied that the only way to be better than what he currently was, was to become a warder.

Aekold remembered what his sister had told him of Warders, legendary soldiers who fought alongside Aes Sedai against the Shadow. The best swordsmen in the world. Aekold knew now what he had to do. When he turned eighteen he packed up his things and bid farewell to his mother and uncle. And with an ever-burning passion to better himself he joined a merchant’s train that was bound for Tar Valon.

(ooc: Rekinu you want to start off the match? feel free, I imagine they'd be somewhat evenly matched for the most part to start with)

Visar turned and saw another man approach him. Finally, someone to fight! He adjusted his stance slightly, aggressively positioning himself. His training of observation took over and he noted how the other man approached. Is he a guardsman or a warder? he wondered to himself, trying to get a sense of the skill level and personality of who he faced. The ease of movement of the man seemed to suggest the latter, though he was approaching him in a friendly way, and seemed to realize what Visar intended a little too late. Visar could have almost grinned, but he did not let his face betray his amusement.

The man addressed him as blademaster, which was still a new thing. And it had been a few months since Visar had actually used his heron-mark blade. No doubt this would be challenging to jump back into things. He remembered that not practicing for even a week or two at a time could affect his performance and stamina in sparring.

"My thanks, Gaidin..." Visar blanked on a name, though something about this man's demeaner seemed almost familiar. Had they met before? He could not remember.

"Have we met before? You recognize me but I...forgive me, what is your name, brother?" Visar asked, feeling rather awkward but hoping to make up for it with gusto in a good fight.

Mundane? Visar could hardly believe it but he knew she was telling the truth. He was almost disappointed nothing particularly crazy had happened up here. He was just glad to be back, and had missed the rare moments of intimacy like this, just cuddling by fire on the couch.

He listened with minimal interest about the new Aes Sedai in the Green Ajah. Chances were he'd need to know these people and be on friendly terms, but right now he didn't care that much. He shuddered slightly, as if a cool breeze came in through the closed window, at the mention of Trollocs. He had no real desire to fight them again if he could help it.

He listened with a little more interest at Rasheta's dislike for another Aes Sedai. This might just be his new job: trying to make sure Rasheta didn't blow anybody up out of frustration. At least the other woman had taken a warder. Rekinu... that name sounded familiar but Visar could not for the life of him place a face to the name. Visar smiled back at the mention of Taia's beauty. He doubted it would matter but there was nothing wrong with looking. Still, he noticed the abrupt change of subject. Was Rasheta jealous of this newcomer Aes Sedai? Or was there something else going on between the two women? Well, he could at least be on good terms with the new Warder and help indirectly.

"How long would you be willing to stay in the tower before going away again?"

Visar frowned. He had only just returned and already Rasheta was talking about leaving? Or was she trying to test him for something?

"I am at your service, here at the Tower or away if that is your mission," he answered cautiously, though he knew he could not conceal his uncertain emotions.

"Would you be willing to return to the Blight, I remember the last time you were there it was not a nice experience for you."

Visar sat up and disengaged slightly physically from Rasheta. Inwardly his sense of content curdled and was replaced with a triggered fear and anxiety. Was Rasheta really planning on traveling to the Blight? Even under ideal circumstances that was considered close to suicide!

He could feel the oppressive heat and yet the hazy, red sun seemed as distant as the morning star. Visar stood in his unit, bracing himself for the coming storm. And they came, a great, shadowy horde of destruction that seemed to have no end...

Visar found himself standing and clutching his chest with his arms, as if it was freezing. He blinked and realized Rasheta was looking at him and obviously concerned.

"I'm sorry," he said, forcing himself to try to calm his trembling. "I don't know what just happened. I... Rasheta, I will follow you wherever you lead, but I feel that returning to the Blight would be..."

The sickening smell of the air. The bestial grunts and screams of near-human Trolloc monsters rushing in with no end. The Myrdraal, singularly silent as death, closing in with no particular hurry with its serpentine gait. Closing in, and no escape. He and his companions would die. Fire, pain.

"not a good idea," he managed to finish as he rubbed at his head furiously. Why couldn't he think clearly? What was wrong with him?

You know what? why don't we make a thread for it and make it a mini event? :D I'll kill Teal off myself and you all can contribute or have your characters be affected. Some sort of power training exercise should be fine, involving fire.

Of course, the honor is yours. Turn poor Teal into a self-destructive fireball in any way you wish ;)

Hehe yay I'm back! It is going to be an adjustment as it has been a while since I've rped, but I'm going to just write for fun anyway and not care too much about being super-stylistically-authentic.

If anyone wants to play or has an idea just let me know.

Visar went to clean up, which he sorely needed to do anyway. How long had it been since he had a proper cleaning? Thankfully it was not too hard to find a tub and some heated water to bathe in and wash the road off him. He shivered as he left and put on some clean clothes, making sure to get some woolen socks, as the stone floor was uncomfortably cold this time of year.

He made his way back into Rasheta's living room, and a nice fire was crackling in the hearth. She had pulled a couch close and was sitting on it. He crept up but she seemed deep in thought staring at the flames. What was she thinking about? he wondered. He felt like he had done so much and so little at the same time for his whole journey. He had gone somewhere within himself, that was undeniable. But seeing her there was so familiar and warm.

He blinked as he and she both realized he was just standing there. They sat together on the couch, and he was a little surprised that she was comfortable enough with him to put her head on his shoulder. He felt both a little nervous that she was that close, and a deep longing for being so close to someone he cared about. He had missed that, and many more small but important ways in which they interacted. It had been such a long time.

"Tell me what you have done while you were away."

Visar breathed in and thought about his journey. He stared into the fire, and a small smile came to his face without him even realizing it.

"Well," he said as he drew his arm around her shoulder to keep her close, "I wish I could say I went on an exciting and perilous adventure, but honestly I can't say too much about the journey to Tear and back other than the horrible price of food in some places..."

As the night went by, Visar went into more detail about the journeys, which were by Warder standards very uneventful. No bandits or Aiel or shadowspawn or nobleman intrigue or anything like that. Just riding in a boat cabin down and back up the river, and riding a horse in the countryside. He had kept a journal of his traveling and his sojourn in the countryside.

He talked about how his family was doing in more detail. He still had a kind of pained nostalgia when he talked about them, but for the most part he had made his peace with them as much as any man could. He made sure they were well looked after and happy, and they seemed happy that he had a good life up here, even if they couldn't understand what it was like to live in Tar Valon or serve as a Warder. They were merchants and farmers, and theirs was a simple but peaceful life. Visar envied them, sometimes, and yet there were so many things he knew that they didn't.

He also started to talk about what he was going through in his mind, and that he had decided not to feel like a victim of his own emotions and self-destructive doubts anymore. He wasn't wrong to feel how he did sometimes, he reasoned, as he did not have the most healthy upbringing. And yet he had some measure of control and knew that he was on the mend, however long it took.

"And so it was while sitting by a fire much more modest than this one, over a month ago, that I realized I was ready to come back. That I was ready to be here at your side again. And so I came back up, and can't say anything about the return journey that particularly stands out."

Visar let Rasheta take all of that in, before adding,

"And what have you been doing at the Tower in my absence? Is there anything going on here that I need to know about to help you with your job? I feel almost a stranger coming back here, and a lot can change here in just a few months. What have I missed?" he asked, although already knowing that he had missed her. Missed her more than he felt he knew how to say.

(ooc: anyone want to join is welcome!)

Visar had no trouble waking up early before dawn. After a few days of reconnecting with his Aes Sedai, he felt it was time to see how his skills would match against anyone in the yard who might be a challenge. He might even try to teach a class, though he had not taught a class or fought anyone for months, and was a little worried that his lack of sparring would show, even for his heron mark.

But before that, he decided to become reacquainted with the armory. He had not had his armor and weapons for some time, so it would be best to make sure they were in good shape. Sadly, some of his armor was not in the best condition and would have to be repaired. His sword was still sharp and free of rust though, and he suspected Rasheta had made sure of that while he was gone. Satisfied that he could at least start somewhere, he went to the yards proper.

The sun had already peeked above the horizon, and mist from the river still clung to the ground. It was a chilly morning, but promised to be a warmer day than usual, which wasn't nearly warm enough for a southerner.

Setting his gear close by, Visar took up a practice lathe and sought an opponent (or perhaps two if he was lucky) out for the morning.

Visar stopped as he saw her in the greeting hall. He smiled inwardly, though outwardly he was worried he might appear a little stiff and formal. This was an Aes Sedai, after all, and being around his family, who were a rare exception of Tairens that venerated them (thanks in large part to the White Tower's generosity in purchasing them land away from the turbulent city politics). And yet here she was, and hadn't aged at all, though she did look different to him. Even though they had not seen each other for a while, he knew that she was familiar and could almost read her expressions from the emotions coming strongly from the bond.

He wanted to run up and embrace her, to pick her up and twirl her around to show that he was glad to see her, to say that he loved her, but hesitated. It wouldn't be appropriate to do that in public, he knew, and he didn't know exactly how she felt about his return. Best follow her lead for now.

She led him up to her rooms with a wave, and he followed, unsure of what to say. He didn't think anything he could say would be the right words. Burn it, was he still so conscious about his words? Visar crinkled his face up briefly in frustration at himself, and then reminded himself that he didn't need to be angry.

The doors closed, and with them the cool stone and chilly halls. Finally, the tension that he could sense emanating from both of them released in their warm embrace.

"I missed you," she whispered, and he nodded, biting back tears in his eyes as he felt the same. His voice was a little choked, but he held her to him fiercely, as someone who's fallen into the Erinen clings to a lifeline. She had saved him time and time again, especially from his own self-hatred. They parted a little and she asked a question that she had probably wanted to ask for a long time,

"have you done whatever you needed to do? Are you back by my side for good?"

Visar kept his hands on her shoulders and collected his thoughts and mind.

"I have done much thinking and healing these last few months. Writing my thoughts and feelings down have helped, and spending some time helping my family with their new farm has as well. Did you know, that my older brother, wife, and their children have fifteen cats??" Visar laughed, and was glad that Rasheta at least smiled. He remembered he had not quite answered her question, and grew more serious.

"Before, I have done you and myself a disservice in my actions and thoughts. I am not perfect and I'm sure I will make plenty of mistakes and failures. But I love myself, and you, and have come to appreciate almost everything the Wheel weaves. And I love my work here at the Tower, and being your Warder is a thrill and an honor."

Visar stepped back and bowed. "It would be my pleasure to commit myself to your service as your Warder, for as long as I live. My mind, my heart, and my sword are yours, Rasheta Sedai."

Tar Valon seemed dizzingly familiar as Visar trod its streets once again. After being in the Tairen countryside to visit and settle things with his family, Visar decided his absence had gone on long enough.

Still, he had been able to think and have plenty of alone time, riding in the countryside and enjoying some peace and quiet. There was something to be said for that, even as he felt his breath quicken at all the hustle and bustle of the big city that was his true home now.

He could feel the emotions through the bond much more clearly than he had in a long time, too. Rasheta Sedai was excited and nervous at the same time. Visar felt a slight pang of guilt for being gone so long. They had not left under the best of circumstances, there being much in Visar's heart that he had needed to heal before he could serve her and the Tower as a warder.

He wouldn't have returned, however, if he did not feel fully ready in his heart. There were difficult things he had to meditate on, but he had done so during his travels and his time with his old family. Now it was time to let them go, to fully heal from leaving them as he had done so long ago, and return to his family here. He had written much about his feelings in his journals, which he carried with him in his pack, four out of five already fully written, and a fifth half-way completed.

He thought about the Tower and of being a Warder again. Not that he hadn't been a Warder during his absense, but he had taken a temporary leave. But how much would change on his return? Would he be welcome by his friends and newcomers? Visar was uncertain and nervous and excited himself, all at the same time. And yet, his heart felt a rare gladness and joy. This was his home, he knew with certainty as he felt the positive energy of the city race through him from everyone around.

Wouldn't have it any other way, he thought.

He quickened his pace as he made his way on foot to the Tower, and to his Aes Sedai. He had already sold the horse he used in his travels, and he had given his mount at the Tower in the care of someone else long ago. He had even returned the short sword he had borrowed, having left his sword of war at the Tower in Rasheta's keeping. Wouldn't be proper to leave her without some sort of token promising that he would return.

As he passed the gates of the White Tower, he felt her presence moving closer, and his heart quickened in excitement despite his visibly stoic, calm exterior. She was meeting him in the main hall, it looked like from judging how long it would take for them to meet.

Hello,

Due to not being active for a very long time, and due to wanting to consolidate my characters a bit so I don't have to worry about multiples, I would like to remove the character Teal Fletcher from the roster.

If you need an IC reason: say that he died in a training accident of your choosing.

Thank you!

-Visar/Torvus

Hi all,

I would like to rp some and get back into things. Might not be able to be insanely active as I'm in the middle of a job search but, I'm in the middle of a job search and, well, you know, need something to reward myself with writing-wise.

So, without further ado, I announce Visar and possibly Torvus are back for now. Please let me know if you need a blademaster Warder (Visar) or a Tower Guardsman (Torvus) who is good at archery. Or if you'd just like to rp for fun. Feel free to shoot me a pm!

(starts on a post)

(dusts himself off) Sorry for my long absense. I'll talk with devon when I can and see where we are on the training advancement thing. Basically I wanted to simplify it and make it easier for the lower level stuff, and about the same difficulty but more flexible in choice at the upper level. It has been a While though so X_x

Visar's a new blademaster if anyone needs him for a ceremony or anything else, btw. I'll try to get the rust and dust off of me and write some, I think I need to.

*stamps approval* carry on!

I'm around, though for reasons of being a lot busier than usual (in a good way), I'll probably have to limit myself to one thread at a time, and post every few days instead of several times a day like I used to when I had a lot less to do. Ah, real life, I love it and I hate it.

Yep, you're done! (stamps anyway!)

Hey Reki, thanks for your patience with the Tower Guard Ceremony! I'll just go ahead and say you're good to go with your Tower Guard raising, just put the thread up as usual. Consider yourself raised and on WS 7!

Weapon Score 6 to 7: complete 1 Requirement

Raising a Mark or Two

(Torvus and Rekinu have their Tower Guard ceremonies together. Torvus is perhaps less than honest about his oaths, we'll see where that takes him in the future. thread just about complete, requirement: tower guard ceremony)

Torvus said the oaths, though the back of his mind was buzzing with a slight resentment at all the religious gibber jabber.

"I swear by the light and my hope of salvation and rebirth, as a Tower Guard to defend the White Tower and all who call it home," he said. He took a breath.

"I swear by the light and my hope of salvation and rebirth, as a Tower Guard to serve faithfully for as long as the White Tower requires me." He took another breath. At least it was repetitive and dry enough to remember. Sometimes he wished he could forget these useless ceremonial lines.

"I swear by the light and my hope of salvation and rebirth, as a Tower Guard to fight the shadow and uphold the light until my dying day."

There, oaths done with. Now could he go party? No, not quite yet.

Commander Mia spoke to each of them in turn. First she spoke to Rekinu, who had spoken his oaths first, and then to Torvus.

"We welcome you to the Tower Guard, you that were known once as Torvus Arathel of House Schaim of Saldaea."

Then Taia Sedai came forward, fixed the cloak on Torvus first, and told him,

Then she went to Rekinu, and fixed his cloak on. Torvus noted that she spent a little more time with him, but that was to be expected.

"We welcome you as Torvus Arathel of the Tower Guard, our brother in arms. Rise and stand as one among many."

Torvus stood along with Rekinu. Edana stepped forward, and presented both him and Rekinu with daggers. Torvus took his quietly. He half wondered if it was considered ill form to sell it at first chance; he already had a dagger, and it was far better than this one. But he wouldn't dare do that any time soon; people kept track of things like that. Plus it was a symbol; it would at least look good on a wall somewhere.

"You came to us unarmed, and as our mark of trust we place this steel in your hand. May you keep it as a symbol of the trust that has been placed in you, and may it serve you well." Yes, yes, those were the words. Ceremonial piece of steel for a shiny ceremony rigid and lifeless.

"Spare a moment for those who have come before you and to who you have become, as shall those who follow you." Commander Mia concluded, and she left them there. Edana left as well. Taia came to Torvus and spoke,

"Don't make me regret speaking for you." Torvus almost had the bad sense to wince. What was this thin strain of hostility or suspicion in her voice? It was as if she expected him to do something terrible already. Well he was a bit of a rascal, people kept saying, so maybe she only meant it well. He hoped he could be worthy of her attention further. He nodded and stared at the stone slab for a bit.

Meditate on those that had come before. Well, he wasn't those who had come before; he was his own man now. A guardsman. That was good enough for now, though Torvus had plenty of ambitions. Maybe he could rise to become a Captain in the Guard. Enough reflection. It was time to get a drink.

Torvus patted Rekinu's newly cloaked shoulder.

"Well, my friend, I'm going to the taverns to celebrate. You coming or shall I leave you here?" Torvus knew Rekinu likely took this all extremely seriously, all the duty and honor and whatnot. Torvus would do what he was ordered, and do it well, but he knew he was meant for more than just dry duty and honor. It was almost worthless to him other than the respect other people gave.

He turned to leave. Maybe he would in his envisioned revery find a nice new lady friend happy to befriend a new Tower Guardsman? That would be nice.

-Torvus Arathel,

about to get very drunk.

Sounds awesome rashi, whenever you get to it!

And sorry about that devon, it looks like we're good. Thanks!