It's been almost a year since you've been recruited. The travel has been rough, harsh and despite it all filled with plenty of talking and action. On the journey the knights tricked you into eating various Rich and wild meats, which mainly resulted is illnesses that had you visiting Latrines for weeks. They explained to you this was to get your digestive system accustomed to new foods. You were also given samples of Ale Scotch and Mead, more of a test to see where you'd Sit at the tables, closer, or farther from the tankards. Through these trials your bodies have been progressively toned to handle the life you face in the halls, and by the time you've reached them you have been prepared completely for the basic life.

Now Comes The Hard Part.
You've spent the late night in your bunks and beds- with hardly any sleep, you are awoken. The sounds of mighty drums, that must be the size of horses, thundering through your heads and chests. Its a traditional War drum, ' Boom. Bom-boom, Boom. Bom-boom' over and over. ,the beats are so loud and thunderous that your very innards shudder at the concussive sound. It's hard to imagine the size of the Drums and drummer, they must be gargantuan. They warned you things would be different here, That things would be more dangerous, far different than city or town life, and only two of you recruits truly know of what they spoke of, the Farmer and the strange creature Kale found.

Being forced from your bed and the comfort of bed and Sheets, you've been brought out, clothed, bathed, groomed, and properly warmed up with a LOVELY. . . Five. Mile. Run. It wasn't a flat track either. The run had you dodging Archer fire, luckily the training arrows are so blunted and the bows so weak they only leave welts, but they sting like nothing else imaginable, next was the weaving through the sparing yard- catching a wooden training weapon to the gut or chest was bad enough but depending on your luck you could be in for a real treat here. The last stretch of the run takes you on the roughest patch of hilly, brushed and forested terrain you've likely ever dealt with in your natural lives, forcing you to untangle yourself from brambles and thorns, branches snapping and hitting your shins, not to mention dodging snakes and spiders. To say the least you had a VERY friendly, Very enjoyable Five Miles. That has left you winded, wounded, bruised, battered, and for the least fortunate, hardly able to continue walking, having pushed you to your natural limit of pain and exhaustion.

Hiiko Naismith had the best time- and is more than likely in the best shape, and most Durable out of the group So Far, though he was not unscathed, having caught a small blow to the head from a shield in the sparring yard there is a Gash about his left brow. He has two welts on his side from the arrow fire.

Next in the list is Ithill, Naturally lithe and used to fleeing from dangers, she's been able to dodge about and avoid most of the damage, but has a severely sprained wrist from catching a sparring blow on accident. She sports a welt on her Hip as well from an arrow.

Mel and Andel did not have the greatest of times. Mel, luckily being Elven, avoids the greater deal of the woods' dangers, but like the rest has troubles in the sparring yards and arrow yard. Poor Melethiel was taken from the sparring yards after taking a severe blow to the head, and forced to sit by until she could think again. She was allowed to finish her run later. Luckily there was not lasting damage other than a big bump, and a mild headache. . . Andel however was Not So Lucky.

Andel, for all his Street wisdom as the only one who made it through the arrows without being harmed, and nearly escaped the drill yard unscathed, catching a quarter staff to the knee gave him a limp, that's going to last a while. It scored a decent hit to the ankle, so walking is a touch painful. Sadly, that's what he had to do for the rest of the run. Walk the last Two miles. Two miles of brambles, thorns, briers and wooded territory that has left hi scratched, torn, cut, itchy, and more than plenty exhausted.

On an entirely different note was the guilds more unusual recruit. Harstac would've had no troubles in the woods, so his morning test was slightly different. He had to remember a Word, Spar with someone, run to the other end of the training hall, And repeat the word. . . Simple, Right? It was purposely insulting words. And the spars where INCREDIBLY difficult- he has to wrestle with the gargantuan man, Raxxar. Harstac soon found out the big fella is a lot stronger, and doesn't play nice. It must have gotten infuriating, but no matter how he lashed out, the giant was not going to give in- But Harstac had been treated with respect- likely for the first time. Raxxar isn't cruel, or crass. Each fight is a decent spar and wrestle, that results in Raxxars greater strength and experience forcing Harstac to drain stamina wise. The giant can keep this up all day, but bruised, exhausted and likely a touch more frustrated than need be, Harstac was told to stop when the last of the other returned to the halls, and Harstac would be rejoining them- he sports black eye, and several bruises... His muscles Aches, head spun, and every now and then he felt as though his stomach might empty its contents at any moment.

After everyone's Morning test they are lined up, at attention, in front of four men. Xanatos, Kalevos, Ryun and standing with them was Ryi, a very charming lad who was waiting, likely as a humbled test to see how patient and subservient he can be. If anyone actually knew Ryi, they would be laughing right now. A lot.

Ryun smiled, looking everyone over. ” Everyone enjoy their mornin'? No? Good. Your not here to play house or patty cake. Either you here because you asked for it, or because I Put you here. Now then, before I let you lot go and get Brunch, you are going to choose your first weapons and armors today. What you choose today will choose your best friends and your rivals. Choose well.”

Xan then took a step forward, and gave everyone a smile ”You were tested this morning, to see how hard we can be on you right out of the gate. You all.... Did Very well for recruits! Five miles isn't easy, and even more difficult, the winged being beside you all wrestled with a half giant today- something previously only my father could accomplish. Granted, unlike my father, Harstac there could not win, not for a like of attempt and trial. Now you all also have your bruises bumps and wounds. Do not take shame in them. They were well earned and are a mark of progress, a transition, of your lives before and your lives now. Lastly, when you take the choice of arms and armor, bear in mind I can make anything for any of you- and you will be able to change later after your next Tests. Breakfast will be in the main and mead hall. You will have your choice of meal for passing your first tests. I look forward to working with you all. You may now choose your weapons and armor, One at a time- if you'd be so kind.” He stood back, and began to wait for the tired recruits, giving them time to reply.

Now that they are more awake, and capable of recognizing their surroundings, They are standing in the recruit Sparring Yard, where other recruits and less important squires are already practicing, testing and sparring of course. The yard is a clean grassy field, that stretches about the length of a football field, and is dotted with sparring partners her and there. The halls are all made of stone and wood, but have a high vaulted architecture. They can already smell the food from here, the meats, cheeses mead ales and more that await them...

Whatever poor saps that had put stock in the romantic tales of knights in gleaming armor stopped doing such this morning. No story ever revealed the mud, the sweat, and the bruises that were endured to simply earn the opportunity to learn. Andel rubbed his knee, on which had appeared a large blotch of grisly purple. He poked at it and winced. Failing to dodge the low strike from the staff had been a rather amateur mistake, in retrospect. For someone whose strengths lie in his agility, failure to recognize such an attack and promptly respond in time could be fatal in a true fight. Moving further down his leg, Andel examined the multitude of scratches and scrapes that had accumulated as the result of his previous injury. All minor inconveniences -- just a smart from them here and again -- but it was a pity that they could have been avoided had he possessed the ability to jump and maneuver.

He sighed and unrolled the legs of his trousers. All things considered, the first test was not so difficult. Of course a knight would require endurance and, more importantly, perseverance. A long morning run through arrows and staves was practically pleasant compared to a real battle, where blood and death reigned. Still, Andel was somewhat disappointed at the lack of achievement he felt. Maybe he thought he would make it through much better off than he did -- more like that blonde recruit had. Maybe Andel's lack of swelling pride was a result of his exhaustion, and he'd find it tomorrow, along with the inevitable aches of strenuous exercise. His thoughts paused for a moment as he noticed the Lord Commander appear before all the recruits and begin to speak.

Weapons and armor, eh? That was something to get excited about. Andel wasn't unfamiliar with weaponry; his family traded in them occasionally. Back when he was a child, Andel would oft pester the sailors to explain what each one was called and how it was used. Not that he gained any real insight into their techniques at the time. More often than not, they'd said to him something along the lines of "Yer too young a lad to know about men cutting each other down." And send him along. He lightly snorted at the memory. It would have been better to lose his innocence then than by finding out what his family was doing. Andel limped into the queue for outfitting. He had some idea as to the type of weapon he wanted. Swords suited his physique and ability. Axes and maces and clubs all required more strength than he had to wield efficiently, and spears or halberds, well, he didn't find them interesting. A rather petty reason not to look into them, but if you're going to be holding a tool for killing, it might as well be one that strikes your fancy and your enemies at the same time, no?

He reached the front of the line and took a look at the man in front of him. Andel hadn't spoken to Xan all that much, nor did he know much about him other than the usual tidbits of info that floated around the recruits. But Andel was holding up the line; getting friendly could wait.

"Well met, Xan. I was considering a sword."

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The blue eyed quartermaster smiled, "A Sword you say? Now that's a good pick, but the question is, do you know the many Types of swords? You're a smart man, But, you have a lot more to learn" The quarter master whistles, Ryi'murss jogs off, and returns with a few other squires, they brought a wagon with racks, Weapon racks and Armor racks. Examples. Xan walks up and pulls the rack out of the wagon and sets it down, this particular rack is filled with swords. Broad sword, Short sword, Arming sword, Rapier, Saber, Cutlass, Long sword, Great Sword, Sword of War, and a few variations in between. . . "These are all examples of a type of sword- They are real, so if you choose to pick one up, be careful. Lad, get the rest down, and leave the back of the wagon down so they can climb up to see the armors.. I ain't re-polishing those, so if you get the armors dirty I'll wring your scrawny neck."

The Dark elven lad smiled- This was the smile of a person who should not be taken lightly... "You'd have to catch me, and then beat me, to do that, Mutt." With both the quarter master and the elf lad chuckling its obvious they mean nothing by the threats and banter. It doesn't take him and his volunteers long to get the rest of the weapons down.

Now before the group stands seven racks, Swords, Pole-arms, Bows, Axes, Blunt weapons, Shields, and lastly Misc. weapons- such as a Whip, and a pair of clawed bracers

The lord commander was walking off by this point, without a word. Kale sat on the edge of the wagon to watch."Correct me if I'm wrong, but the idea here is that they all get to pick up a weapon and see the weight and just what they have in store for them? Because that's cruel. That's dangling a sweet roll in front of a wee child and then eatin' it in front of him.... I approve Wholeheartedly. IF they don't have an obstacle to overcome, they'd get bored, and get Nowhere." Xan rolls his eyes, and Ryi stands by, to help anyone in case they need it

A small shadow surrounded by giants. Ithil sways unsteadily on her feet, exhausted and aching through and through. She was used to running from danger, but that also included hiding from danger. Never running so far at once with blows being rained down upon her. Though she held herself as steady as possible to avoid the weakness from showing. On the streets a weakness was essentially a death sentence, weakness was something to take advantage of. Even a year with the knights had done little to bring the quiet beggar from her shell, so strong traces of the beggar's prior life survived. Her brown hair short and ragged, never straying to touch her shoulders. Cut short by a small dagger Ithil kept hidden and in her possession. Her sun-kissed skin was covered by the dust and dirt from the run, which thankfully hid the numerous small scars. Large brown eyes and a non-descriptive face of any other peasant child only helped her meld into the background as the others chose their weapons and armor. Rubbing at her sore wrist, her brow furrowed as she cast a sulking, childish glower at both Xan and Kale. It was obvious were she placed the blame for her current state.

And she was not completely wrong, one of them had promised her food, safety, and warmth. She had accepted though she had had little other choice, to stay would have been to risk a beating from the populace when the Knights conscripted the boys who had attacked her. Her knife like ears held the tangles of hair back while she cast her gaze of those about her. The humans, the elves. They were nothing she had not seen before, but the large winged demon was something she had never seen. Fight or flight was ready for any moved he made as she shifted all the more restlessly, he was a uncertain element. Uncertain elements meant danger. Biting her lip she kept one eyes on him, her long bangs falling into her eyes. She would have cut them save that a dagger near her face, even by her own hand, made her flinch away violently.

But she had more pressing matters, she was to chose a weapon. Something she wasn't sure she could even do! All she had ever heard used was sword and shield and they looked far too big for her small size. While she had grown a good few inches, now just shy of five feet by a mere inch or two. She had her bow, her small knife, and fists. That was all she had ever fought with, her brow furrowed all the more as she gnawed at her finger with thought. Brooms were used by angry women or men. So were thrown rocks and bottles. It was just so incredibly frustrating for the small elf, how was she suppose to chose! Any weapon would look foolish on her and the armor even more so!

Harstac was standing in line with the others. Even someone completely oblivious of the interesting color around his eye and of all the other spots of interesting color that were spread all over his body could recognize that he was well beaten. The way he stood was a bit odd, but he had to transfer his weight to whatever part there was any strength left in. This morning had not exactly been a pleasure, but at least he knew that strains of this magnitude would result in his anomaly of a body to perform visible adaptations some day.

Anomaly... That word was a bit of an understatement for what he was treated like. With the soothing exception of Kale and Raxxar, most of the people around here had been presenting him with fear, disgust and general non-acceptance since the day he had arrived. If the other recruits he was standing in line with would add any exceptions to that... - he severely doubted it. The way that small girl kept a constant eye on him was just confirming this. Harstac could understand that almost everyone here must have looked intimidating to her in one way or the other, but if he had started being totally considerate of everyone's feelings, he would have had to make a run for the other end of the world. So he got moving in a very sluggish way.

He went past the racks as he inteded to do things the other way round. The quartermaster had ordered the back of the wagon to be left open, so he squeezed his wings into there as long as no one else occupied that place. With his claws scratching on the surface here and there, he inspected the armors with the look of someone uneducated. Harstac gently knocked onto some of the plates in order to guess how thick they were, but this was merely out of interest. The problem was that everything here would require modification to fit his body, but as Xan had stated this would not be a problem, he felt free to grab a piece of very thick chainmail armor that would cover his entire body. "Will this be a problem ?" he asked, pointing at what he had in mind.

Instead of the Quarter master, when he turns, Harstac is face to face with the dark elf, who's dark green emerald like eyes are scanning him, then the armor. . .

"Well, the Giant didn't break you, so you don't need plate. You've proven naturally resistant. Your wings would make it odd for Full plate to be adapted to your form. Good pick rookie. Chain-mail is what you've got there. Flexible enough to guard you but still remain Mobile... Though I'm sure if you needed it and asked Xan he'd make you a new set of armor more fitting of you rater unique form." This elf lad seemed to be filled with curiosity rather than disgust or fear... In fact if anyone knew him better one might even say he seems amused. He smiles and steps back out of the way for Harstac, so he may pass.

Speaking of Giants, this is the first time most of the other recruits got to see Raxxar. The massive man walking out of the training hall, in that leather armor he looks the vision of a northern warrior, and it suits him well. He smiles as he walks past the recruits, pause to look to the wagon. "See you again tomorrow morning' Harstac, and next time ill be a tad less rough with you. oh and congrats everyone, for doing so well on your tests. Keep up the good work and guys might out rank me"

It was a miracle! Hiiko survived without being decapitated! Although every muscle in his body coursed with pain and a dull heat both in tune with his racing heart it seemed. Their was no room to half ass any training given, even if it was just a run. After a sigh of relief Hiiko dropped to his knees on the plush grass that spanned the training field before falling to his back. His injuries were only slight, a chip over his eye was no big deal. Hiiko was more concerned about the arrows, how the hell was he supposed to dodge one of those things, much less at full speed? As he lay sprawled out his eyes rolled back while he prepared to run his hands over the welts left trailing his ribs. POKE. like lightning, Hiiko sprang to his feet -- more so from surprise than anything else. To his right a kneeling Mel, battered and bruised much the same as himself, grinned sadistically from jabbing Hiiko's side.

"WOMAN! Dont sneak up on me like that." His hand rested on his chest, his heart slowly calming down from his frightened scramble. Mel helped Hiiko to his feet in time for the appearance of Xan, Kale, Ryun, and....Rue? Ralph? Riki? Mel could never quite remember the young squires name, she had made it a habit to steer clear of him -- well, mostly everyone. Subconsciously Mel scooted closer to Hiiko, tucking herself behind the farmer. As well as she could anyways. With the run out of the way the recruits would be allowed a weapon of their choosing. Something she hadn't given much thought honestly. Mel wasnt keen on the idea of having to overpower someone in close quarters combat, or outmaneuver them. The throbbing lump on her forehead could attest to that. "What are you going to pick? Hiiko nudged Mel snapping her out of her train of thought. "You will have to wait and see." Her answer as vague as her conviction on what weapon actually suited her.

The pair approached the weapons rack together, Mel struggling to raise the greatsword that was closest to her and Hiiko darted straight for the hammers. After a few attempts at raising the hefty blade Melethiel decided something a bit more light was in order. Knife like maybe? That would force her to be even closer in combat, the decision would drive her mad.

Hiiko, however, fell in love at first sight. Without a second thought he yanked a warhammer from its resting place and swayed under its weight. A moment was spent getting acquainted with its sheer size and healthy weight against his shoulder. But how would he know its real strength without testing it. Now was as good a time as any in Hiiko's mind. A grunt escaped his lips when he hoisted the weapon as far above his head as the boy could manage. With an audible woosh the weapon came barreling down into the dirt before him. The thud upon impact was music to Hiiko's ears, it reminded him of home. However the recoil of using such force reverberated through his arms and shook all the way to the top of his head. This was definitely the weapon for him.

Satisfying as his solo spar had been, embarrassment gripped Hiiko immediately after. The hammer was stuck. Topsoil dirt and rock seemed to suck the weapon in as Hiiko strained to pull at its handle. His effort was for naught. "A pint of ale for any man who can free this blade from it's stone!" Hiiko's chuckle was cut short upon a glance in Xanatos' direction. by the scowl forming on his face Hiiko could tell the Quartermaster was none too pleased.

Harstac was surprised when the dark elf appeared behind him, but he didn't appear unfriendly. If anything, he was polite. Something definitely not to expect from the average rookie he was going to go for a meal together with. "Erm... I'll see to it that thing receives the necessary customizations then." Ryi'murss seemed rather curious about him. This triggered the idea of coming around to his place the next time he got a bit of spare time. If someone appeared to be willing to actually learn about him instead of just being afloat in a personal sea of prejudices, it was a chance not to be missed.

However he couldn't hold up the business at this moment. He packed the chainmail armor onto his shoulder and heaved himself out of the wagon, but not without winking at the dark elf and a faint smile flashing over his face. He waved at Raxxar, not sure if he'd be still able to see it. Now it was for the weapon racks. But before Harstac even got there, he noticed the misery one of his 'colleagues' had got himself into - apparently by trying out stuff he wasn't really prepared for. Whilst this mishap was nothing one could seriously accuse Hiiko for in his current situation, Harstac failed to suppress a grin as he approached the situation. "You mind if I try to help ?" Looking at the human, he noticed that he had got his share of this morning's deal as well. "Good thing I had not to run the file miles." he added.

With everyone either busy or otherwise elsewhere, Kale decides now's as good a time as any. reaching into the Front of the wagon, and pulling out a long box with which Ithill is all too familiar. Kale smiles at her and gestures with a finger for her to come to him.
"Look what I found. Seems one of the recruits already has a usable weapon. Restrung it with a decent string, cleaned it, even made a few arrows for you." Kale was amused by the beggars hidden box that she had previously tried to hide under the wagon they arrived in. it was a fairly nice bow, and a bow from a rival guild no less.... That would be quite the story for a different day.

Surely none would expect the Leisurely knight home, she knew they excepted her dead, but she didn't care. Her husband would most likely laugh, and she wants returning home after all, so its not like she was slacking! "Just a bit further, 'm'lady', soon you be in the company of heroes and knights alike... from dwarves to giants, and Griffons to Lions!" The woman sauntered, simply walking on foot- how someone could be so mobile, so energetic and so chipper when shes been walking in plate for days is beyond anyone's reasonable guess, but if her stories held truth, there were knights here far more fantastic and strange and soon Rachel will start training to be one of them as well! "Hope your ready, it wont be easy once you start and there ain't no easy way out." She steps through the gates and already eyes have turned to the silver plated knight and her companion, with several gasps and even one young man running off like his trouser had been drenched in flames and ale "LORD COMMANDER!!!!! SHES BACK!!! SHE ISN'T DEAD!!!" Already both the heads of Kale and Xan turn to look at the front gate. . . both men are Frozen... motionless- breathless as if caught by a spell. Mother is Home.

As the archer, Kale, reached into the front of the wagon to pull out a box Ithil's heart froze in her chest. Her box. Her beloved bow. The one item that had been hers alone in the gutters of the streets. Ithil had always had it, and it's existence was a closely guarded secret. Brown eyes growing large, she nearly opened her mouth to protest the giving away of her precious treasure. But words were stilled when Kale crooked a finger at her. Staggering weakly towards the knight, wary of any movement as she watched him warily. The smile and year spent with them was the only thing that kept the beggar from making a fast retreat. "Look what I found. Seems one of the recruits already has a usable weapon. Restrung it with a decent string, cleaned it, even made a few arrows for you." The bow was large standing four feet tall and carved in moons and leaves. Made of pale woods and wrapped with black leather. Ithil's pride and joy, though now she was a tad fearful of the knight's opinion.

"Thank you...?" She whispered quietly, shifting nervously. So when a shout went up and a man took off running, Kale found himself sporting a elfling clinging to his side. Ithil could take a lot, even stay cool under surprise. But the tension she was feeling and that sudden shout didn't help matters, nor did the suddenly stunned atmosphere. Peering around the tall archer, the former beggar peered at the woman who sauntered about as though she owned the place. A lovely woman, even she could see that, but the way everyone looked surprised and the sudden motionless statues of Xan and Kale gave her cause to worry. And if something worried the knights, the beggars had learned quick to clear out or take cover. Though Ithil was breaking this rule a bit, the woman was extremely beautiful and the other woman she was with, a younger woman of gold was lovely but was missing some of the refined edged the first had.

"It's an impressive display."

Andel tested the weight of a slightly curved sword. If his memory served, this one was called a falchion -- a short blade reminiscent of a machete. It was fairly short, so it lacked the reach Andel preferred. He returned it to the rack and perused some of the other weapons. The assortment of blades was impressive indeed. Everything from varieties of the common broadsword to exotic blades such as scimitars and khopeshes. There were a number of weapons that Andel could not identify, let alone comprehend the usage of. In the end, he was drawn to a longsword. Familiar and efficient. He carried the blade to a clear area off to the side of the group and went through the few stances he'd picked up on over the years. Longswords were a bit heavier than he was accustomed to -- he'd only ever gotten to hold broadswords before, after all -- but he appreciated the weight when it was behind his strikes. With a little bit of training it would become no inconvenience at all.

After finalizing his choice with Xan, Andel turned his attention to the armor rack up on the wagon. This was an area he had little knowledge in. Armor was simultaneously an essential part of a warrior's equipment and also an inconvenience. Striking a balance between protection and maneuverability was important. While he had always been impressed by knights in full plate, Andel doubted it was for him; the weight of the armor alone would probably impair his movement beyond effectiveness. Likewise, leather or chainmail gear seemed too exposed. They might deflect a glancing blow from a blade or keep an arrow from piercing skin, but a good strike from a sword could cleave it right in two. Perhaps there was a combination of the two?

He found his answer a few sets down the line in a chainmail tunic with interwoven metal plates on the breast, shoulders, cummerbund and neck. Though not quite as sturdy as traditional plate armor, platemail afforded a good mixture of protection, maneuverability, and stealth. Weighing the set in his hands, Andel estimated that he could wear it with minimal encumbrance.

After having made his selections, he made his way back to the rest of the group.

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A kind hand slows him- stopping him before he can leave with the armor, It's Xan. "having a hybrid armor type isn't always the best idea. From my personal experience it causes issues such as snags and tears and often the parts tend to Come apart. Might I suggest Scale armor, or Splint-mail? if I thought you could handle it I would say I could make a set of Lammiliar. . . Those armor types work best when paired with long blades like a Longsword, however, Most men with longswords pair it with a Kite Shield or a Heater shield. Another word type you might want to learn about is the Bastard Sword- also known as the "Hand and a Half Sword" When he came two and out of the stunned state is anyone's guess- he was sneaky like that.

On the other hand Kale was wordless as he gave the beggar girl the bow case and the quiver he had hidden. Once they were out of his hands he left. simply walking away wordlessly. He was not fond of his Step-mother. Speaking which, Pereylia closed that gap impressively fast for a woman in full plate- let alone on foot. Shes already sizing up the recruits, taking quick, enthusiastic steps around them, stopping to look at Harstac, who came as a bit of a surprise to her. "Nifty! Just what are you, You have wings!" This was a knight? she seemed far too energetic and not nearly serious enough. Perhaps she's just excited to be home.

It seemed the mornings activities had taken more out of Hiiko than he preferred to let on. There was no need to push himself beyond his capabilities, what good would that do? it was useless to look behind him, judging by the hairs standing on the back of his neck and the hulking presence leering over his shoulder -- Hiiko could tell Harstac was enjoying his struggle. He meant to ask Harstac just WHAT he actually was. Yet he pulled back when ever the urge surfaced. It simply wasn't civil nor was it his business. Backing away Hiiko slapped his hand onto Harstac's shoulder, as well as he could manage. It was dwarfed in comparison and he made it a note not to get on the giants bad side. "Have at it big guy!" An ear to ear grin spread across Hiiko's face, hopefully his winged comrade could give him a run for his money as well as serve as a good gauge for his own strength.

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Her eyes stayed on the tiniest member of their small group. No malice, more like a mother keeping an eye on her child. Melethiel knew the former beggar was no child but it didnt stop her from imagining so -- and taking a role as her shadow. just in case she needed it. She was much too shy however to make this known. Or to even approach Ithil. The two hadnt spoken up to this point. So after noticing Kale delivering her weapon safe and sound Mel felt a pang of both joy and envy.

Slowly Mel approached the Bows stacked vertically. Ranging in sizes, some standing at an ungodly height, the longbow beckoned her forward. Mimicking the actions of Ithil, Mel looked over the bow. Her hands ran along the smooth wood, stopping along each notch to admire the craftsmanship. Perhaps in the future she could replicate the work. It would be the largest project she had taken on so her skills would surely be tested.

After selecting her weapon Mel decided picking armor alone was surely a poor idea and moved back to her safety net in the form of Hiiko's arm. She clutched the arm tight as she awaited Hiiko whom was in the middle of clearing up his earlier mishap. It was somewhat comforting to see that he was socializing and bonding with the fellow recruits. At the same time she felt a tad bit ignored but surely it would pass.

Harstac stopped grinning and got to work. He didn't even try to get the job done with one arm alone, he felt just too exhausted for that. He grabbed the shaft with both of his claw-studded hands and used his weight to lever the weapon out of the ground. It was a plan horribly overdone, and the result of Harstac not trusting his own strength anymore was him slamming into the ground wings first. He was really done for, at least for today. Harstac groaned when he got back on his feet and handed the weapon to Hiiko, not saying a word.

It was up until then when the recruit noticed Pereylia. Where the hell did she come from so fast ? The tone in his words indicated that he felt embarrassed: "Erm... Hello. I am a hybrid between what's called a Lahatch and a human." I hope that she knows what I've been through and doesn't interpret all of these discolorations as a standard feature of mine... He briefly squinted to the weapon racks: That halbert there did appeal to him...

Xan's found a New interest. A new recruit- And a lady at that. Almost as if summoned from shadows, the wolf-like knight has left the wagon, and his making his way to Rachel. HE knows better. Lady Rachel's retrieved training enough to get started since she was traveling with his mother. He whistles to the side- a pair of fighting squires look over, bow and tosses the practice staves over.

There's a big difference between Xan's Training and his Mothers- as he's learned Her Way. Rachel is likely far more prepared for Combat training then the other recruits having traveled with a Senior Knight and Advanced Combat trainer. Besides, Won't be long till she makes him show the recruits how to pass the little test he set for them himself. He was actually looking forward to all of this, It wasn't so boring now. "You've traveled with my mother. I assume she trained you somewhat on the way. Show me what you got." he tosses her one of the practice staves, he stands, waiting for her reply and reaction to Challenge.

On the opposite side of the spectrum the ever enthusiastic Pereylia just smiles all the more. "Too bad you took a test today, I'd love to see what your made of myself! Maybe tomorrow I'll join my little boy in helping Train you... Out of curiosity.. You trained with the big guy, right? You gotta be pretty strong, even if Raxxar was holding back he isn't something to scoff at." almost after she finished talking an arrow- eerily precise was let loose. With three recruits between herself and the arrow, and one behind her in the wagon. . . She cant Dodge it or ignore it. So whats she do? Receiving a swift Boot to the Seat of his pants, Harstac was easily moved out of harms way, but sadly its hard to out run an arrow- So she gives a loud Shout "MOVE!", as she readies her sword

Now the recruits in the way, Mel and Hiiko, are in a dangerous place- and have just been Shouted at by a woman drawing her sword...
And may or may not have spotted the arrow having been Shot at them.

It should be noted that at this time there is more than one Knight and being responding to this threat. Pereylia just happens to be the slowest. Having already tackled the archer, Ryi is wrestling with the man- On his way, storming down the path with a visible anger Lord Commander Ryun is sprinting- Despite that plate mail Ryun is approaching the wrestling duo at a terrifying pace. The last responder is... something that the recruit likely did not expect- A Hawk. Who's hawk? Dunno. but it's definitely trained, and is swooping, speeding not unlike an arrow itself- aiming for that arrow.

Ithil was moving when her sharp ears caught the whistling of the arrow. Ducking to the side, she weaves between two squires. Placing the danger firmly away from her. The small elfling watched, calculating as Ryi tackled the archer. Ryun is already rushing towards them at a terrifying speed, and Ithil is quite impressed. How does one move so quickly in plate mail? Deciding she would do no good in this situation the former beggar eased away from the commotion. Small feet tracing steps, she follows where Kale went. Redoubling several times in her search. Her beloved bow carried awkwardly under one arm as she hung the quiver from that arm as well. Moving so the injured wrist won't be overly jostled. While it aches and is steadily going more numb, she ignores it. There isn't much she can do so why pay it mind? It would heal or not on it's own. Though Mich would probably have a argument against that the beggar wasn't one to trust the man. The look alike however, Brian, was someone the small elf found highly amusing and he was often a source of ale. So Ithil kept a eye out for both Kale and Brian. More the latter than the former. For the latter most likely knew who that woman was and would have ale.

"MOVE!" Without seeing behind him Hiiko was unable to assess what was truly happening, but the shout was definitely directed at them. Harstac was already stumbling sideways. It seemed like his steps had switched into slow motion. There was no time. With a thrust of his shoulder Hiiko collided with Mel's arm knocking her onto the seat of her pants. Surely he would get an earful about it later. Yet at that split second his mind went from his lighthearted joke to pain as a burning sensation gripped at his upper arm. The general idea was that pain was lesser in the moment, Bullshit. Hiiko felt every bit of flesh pierced by the arrow, whose impact was more or less unaffected by the soft skin and muscle it had ripped through. The gash itself likely looked worse than it actually was. Crimson streaks had already begun to reach his fingers and drip to the dirt beneath him forming a small puddle.

Finally Hiiko had regained enough awareness to notice the commotion occurring behind him. Mostly Ryun's effortless gait in what seemed like battle ready armor. It seemed excessive but then again Hiiko had just taken an arrow to the arm so what did he know. Inspecting his arm Hiiko couldn't help but grin. It wouldn't be the last time, however in battle would have been more appropriate for his first time -- so he thought at least. The recurring theme of Mel yanking Hiiko to and fro continued with her pulling at his good arm in the direction of the wagon. As far as she knew there could be more incoming fire or perhaps it was a stray shot. Either way she wasn't taking the chance and if she didn't act on behalf of their safety Hiiko would have likely continued standing in the open admiring his fresh wound.

That hurt! But when Harstac saw what thing that kick had likely saved himself from, he stopped hissing at Pereylia, thereby no longer revealing his very sharp teeth. "What the..." He turned his head around towards the direction that arrow had seemed to come from. Harstac was still lying on the ground he had fallen onto again. The dark elf was apparently already tackling whoever the attacker was. And the Lord Commander ? Already on his way, fast. Damn fast.

The Lahatch hybrid got up on his feet - again. Hopefully it would be a bit longer now... the mud stacking up on his breast and back didn't feel enjoyable. Harstac could see that Hiiko had taken a grazing shot, but overall he seemed to be okay, so he started limping towards the origin of the arrow, where fighting already was taking place.

The following events happen quickly- First the now bloodied arrow- thrown off its original course from making a successful hit, Hits the hawk who a mistake in its attempt to tr to catch the arrow After the recruit rather than before, Resulting in a direct hit into the poor, soon to be dead bird. Pereylia lets out a loud side as she almost lazily bats away the Birdie projectile with her sword... On the Other hand...

The attacker- There's already shouting. Squires, and other knights now rushing to the scene, only a few of which you all know. Raxxar, Mich, and a few familiar squires who more than likely are the ones responsible for the bumps and bruises from the sparring yard.

This attacker, now visibly a human male, branded and scarred in the face with a very ornate depiction of a Sun on his left cheek. He is being dragged, choking gagging, rasping for air as the Lord commander's steel plated, wrathful grip looks as though it might break the fragile being- as if it were no more than mere inconvenience. He lifts the man, for everyone to see him. "THIS, is a Solinaris Knight- no... not a Knight... more like a Squire. The Solinaris are the mortal enemy of the Moonlit Order. This man's goal was to Kill new recruits to ensure the guild would slowly starve itself out. Should you ever see this brand on anyone. Do not talk to them. Do not spend time with them. Do not buy or sell anything. Simply Walk Away. Show no signs of being a Moonlit Knight- Especially if you are in town. They will not hesitate to find a way to Kill you." Pereylia waves a apologetic hand to Hartac, grabbing the arrow, Mich has spotted Hiiko, and is already walking over. Pereylia and Ryun are already taking the man off to a different building- this man is likely not going to be happy. Good thing it, hopefully, wont last Long.

Mich looks of the recruit who was wounded. "You alright?" He's already getting some bandages ready.

As Ithill wondered off, looking for Kale or Brian, she find an even better case. she spots the both of them stepping into the mess hall. They seem to be talking about something- and even chuckling to each other, oblivious to the easily heard shouting.