Kaedas rose early, washed and donned his black robes. Today was exceptionally cold so he chose one of his warmer robes; one with fur trim and extra padding to keep in the warmth. He headed to the upper floor food hall; where he claimed a few slices of grain bread and a bowl of local fruits mixed into a porridge. Once he'd had his fill he placed his bowl into a basket, that would be collected later and cleaned by the kitchen servants, and headed to the main courtyard.
Once outside, Kaedas was forced to raise his hood to protect against the biting wind and headed towards the Main Gate where, he was sure, some of the recruits were already waiting.
He was pleasantly surprised by the small group of templars, warlocks and demons present. The one thing he did not expect was to see the Grand Warlock standing there, resolute against the chill air, not blinking but staring at the wrought-iron gate. No wait, he's not staring at it - he's staring BEYOND it!
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Kaedas wandered through the Citadel, his cloak protecting him from most of the cold. The Grands Warlock's reaction was exactly as he'd expected. Still, the dismissive tone grated on his every nerve. As he watched the trainees sparring in the snow-covered yard he felt a strange longing; before he discovered his magical abilities his father had trained him in fencing and the art of war, he had thoroughly enjoyed his lessons. Not that he wanted to be powerless, but he found the act of swinging a sword somewhat relaxing.
As he stepped from the archway and into the training yard, all action stopped and heads turned toward him. 'Don't mind me' he said 'I merely find swordplay entertaining and would love to watch'
He brought his hands up to and lowered the hood of his robes. He sensed the trainees' unease as they met his ghostly eyes. A smirk crossed his face and he stood there with his arms crossed. 'Well, let's see what the Templars' newest recruits can do.'
As he stepped from the archway and into the training yard, all action stopped and heads turned toward him. 'Don't mind me' he said 'I merely find swordplay entertaining and would love to watch'
He brought his hands up to and lowered the hood of his robes. He sensed the trainees' unease as they met his ghostly eyes. A smirk crossed his face and he stood there with his arms crossed. 'Well, let's see what the Templars' newest recruits can do.'
'My apologies for my late arrival, Grand Master' After being let into the room by what appeared to be a daemon, Kaedas bowed his head slightly in the Grand Master's direction. 'I was away from the Citadel when your summons came and have only just been informed of this meeting.' A chill ran down Kaedas' back; he'd never been in the same space as so many daemons in his life, the thought of what this creatures could do to him was unsettling, to say the least. He moved over to the back wall, leaned against it and let his gaze roam around the room, taking in all the daemons, templars and warlocks, and finally fixating on the Grand Master; who would now have his full attention.
The snow crunched underfoot as Kaedas made his way to the Citadel. His black hood pulled up to shelter his face from the cold. As he got closer and closer to the gate he lowered his hood; revealing his long, black hair and his bluish-white eyes. The Templars standing guard at the gate looked at him and scowled 'Your late, whelp! one of them shouted 'The Grand Warlock has called all templars, warlocks and daemons to his chambers. Kaedas acknowledges this with a nod and lengthens his stride. A few minutes later he is standing outside the Grand Warlock's office and raps twice on the solid oak door.
Name: Kaedas
Race: Human
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Bio: Kaedas is the son of a merchant, from a family not blessed with magical ability - Until Kaedas developed his powers at the tender age of eight. His father was so proud an wanted his only son to become a templar and bring glory to the family name. But Kaedas had other ideas... he trained himself and developed his skills to the point where he could safely cast a few basic spells and thoroughly understood Daemon lore. He soon caught the attention of the Order and has been trained as a full-fledged warlock. His skill and power grew and so did his ambition. It may take him years but he has his mind set on becoming the next Master Warlock.
Race: Human
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Bio: Kaedas is the son of a merchant, from a family not blessed with magical ability - Until Kaedas developed his powers at the tender age of eight. His father was so proud an wanted his only son to become a templar and bring glory to the family name. But Kaedas had other ideas... he trained himself and developed his skills to the point where he could safely cast a few basic spells and thoroughly understood Daemon lore. He soon caught the attention of the Order and has been trained as a full-fledged warlock. His skill and power grew and so did his ambition. It may take him years but he has his mind set on becoming the next Master Warlock.
I am the third. I wish to delve deep into this Dark Fantasy world of demons and humans. See you in there.
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