DMRaven's The Long Vigil (Inactive)

Game Master DMRaven

The warriors of Vigil have been a beacon for good since the Shining Crusade. Standing against the orc hordes of Belkzen, undead swarms from Gallowspire and the demonic armies of the Worldwound, they are never short of threats to face and always in need of bodies for the fray. The elite Knights of Ozem look for only the most promising of Lastwall's recruits to take into their halls. Do you have what it takes?


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”I wish you no good luck and only wish you to find it within yourselves to push further than ever before. I leave you with the Trainers for explanation on what to expect.”

His introduction finished, the Commander walks off and four other Knights step forward from a cluster of ten individuals. They stand in a relaxed parade position, hands clasped behind their backs. None look friendly. Finally, a man with short, curly red hair speaks up. ”I am Trainer Fisk. Myself and Trainers Lucious, Luca and Cesilia will be teaching you scrubs how to fight. You may think you know how to fight now, but when we are finished with you you will know how to pick up nearly any weapon on the battlefield and use it. We are Knights of Ozem, not simple crusaders relying only on steel, plate and horse.” The man pauses, his glare settling over the first row, a scowl on his lips.

”As the Commander said, most of you will not pass. We're here to separate the chaff from the wheat. First, you will be separated into four cohorts of twenty each. Your initial training is a five-month process full of battle classes here in the Bonewatch, the Knights central training facility and barracks. You will take classes on magic and history at the Crusader War College and religion at the Cathedral of Sancta Iomedaea. We expect Knights to not only be skilled at arms, but wise and intelligent. Information can save your life when trying to uncover an undead infestation.”

Fisk takes a step back and nods to his left, toward a thin man with a drooping mustache of black peppered with grey. From Fisk's introduction, this would be Trainer Luca. Unlike Fisk's cold, booming boice, Luca's words are like gravel in your ears.
”After you are separated into cohorts, you will be randomly assigned a number. Those of you with special permissions will be allowed to select your number. This is your ranking in your cohort. Each month, the lowest two ranked members will be removed from training permanently and forbidden to try again. Each week, the cohort may battle one another to increase ranking. You may issue as many challenges as you wish each week. However, each fight must occur a mere thirty seconds after the previous fight. Additionally, you may only challenge another scrub who is one, two, or three places higher than yourself. If you lose a fight, you drop one rank and the winner takes your former rank.”

Luca steps back and allows the one female trainer, Cesilia, to step forward. She has a stern, lined face and a scar across the left-hand side of her lips.

”Those of you who have not taken the Shield-Oath may do so with Tribune Matheo.” She inclines her head behind you all. Those who dare to turn and look see a short, balding man with a clipboard, parchment, quill and a belt of spell components around his waist standing near the door. ”You are not required to take the first Shield-Oath until you complete training. Those who refuse to take the Shield-Oath may not carry weapons outside of the Bonewatch training arena. Now..” Cesilia steps back and the fourth trainer steps forward. He starts calling out names and pointing, indicating four groups to form. Each trainer eventually splits and moves to one group. Each of you find yourselves pointed toward Cohort One with Trainer Fisk approaching. He barely gives you enough time to arrange yourselves into loose lines before walking through the ranks, handing out random number assignments.

Natives of Lastwall:
Those of you who have grown up around the Knights recognize some of them, but not all. Long time citizens of Vigil recognize a few of the knights, namely Lukyan Durante, Victor Mosilde and Thaum Gauntwood. Sir Gauntwood is the commander of Castle Everstand, Sir Durante has no command but is known for his wandering heroics throughout Taldor, Lastwall and Mendev while Sir Mosilde comes from a noble family with strong ties to the Knights much like the Tilernos.

One is not a knight but rather Berdred Leredel with a pair of thick leather gloves from her forge. Berdred's Armory is one of the premiere armor shops in Vigil and makes many of the Knights of Ozem's weapons.

Four seem to be Knights that you do not know while the fifth is the Precentor Martial of Infantry, Isaias Obando.


While not explicitly stated, you assume you can speak to the Tribune after the Trainers are done with you.

Fisk scowls at you all and shakes his head. His eyes fall upon the two Tilernos and he winks once before moving on. As each member of the cohort draws a number, he states their name. As he moves through the group, he skips over a few individuals—neither calling their name nor offering them a number. These, as the Tilernos sisters know, are the nobility or families with historical ties to the Knights and are allowed to choose their own number. If choosing a number that has already been randomly given, the individual with that number falls one rank as does everyone who is directly below that person.

”Rhill Hinachvor.” A frowning boy with messy white hair and a long face. His clothing is shabby and bears numerous patches from self-repair. He is given number Nine.

”Lond Pobiza.” An ugly boy with brown hair and a crooked nose that looks to have been broken and never fixed properly. He is given number Twelve.

”Adir Rheahyer.” A thin boy with his head shaved. He is taller than most of the scrubs, excepting Urias who seems to be close to his age. He has deep set blue eyes. He is given number 8.

Cilys Undich.” It isn't until she speaks that you realize the short, flat-chested boy is really a girl. She is given number Nineteen, and winces when she pulls it out.

”Kathleen Heathcote.” A friendly looking girl with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is given number Twenty and glances to Cilys with a wry smirk and a shrug.

Gideon Hooton.” Oddly, appears to be of Kellid origins with swirling tattoos over his face and arms. His hair is braided and loosely held back with a leather cord. He draws number Fifteen.

”Theodric Prentice.” When approached for a random number, the boy frowns and looks as if he is about to argue. At Fisk's glower, he sighs and doesn't speak. His clothing suggests he comes from a noble background—possibly one without a good relation to the Knighthood. He draws number Eleven.

”Elyssa Arunt.” This girl has short brown hair and a few smudges of what look like ash on her face. You can swear some of her hair looks to have been burned or singed off on the left side. She smiles happily at Fisk and opens her mouth to say something, only to stop as his frown deepens. She draws number Four.

Eckart is given number 1d20 ⇒ 5. While Daen, Kassara, Urias and Allie are allowed to choose their numbers among seven other members. The Tilernos are allowed to choose first.

Cohort Ranking:

1
2
3
4 Elyssa Arunt
5 Eckart Vogelstein
6
7
8 Adir Rheahyer
9 Rhill Hinachvor
10
11 Theodric Prentice
12 Lond Pobiza
13
14
15 Gideon Hooton
16
17
18
19 Cilys Undich
20 Kathleen Heathcote


M Half Elf
Stats:
Magus (Kensai) 3 Init +4, perception +8 4/5/4, +7vs ench., 19/17/12, 7/15

Daen had only arrived in Lastwall late the previous evening. He didn't sleep well in the accomodations his relative had procured for him, but that wasn't surprising. He hadn't slept well in years. Dark circles hung under his blue eyes and his hair was unkempt but healthy. He wore wrinkled noble clothing about his chain shirt and had a book strapped to one hip and a strange only slightly curved blade to the other. Although it was clear he had nobility in his blood, there was something else there too that didn't seem to belong. His ears poked slightly out of his hair, betraying his bastard heritage. He stood amongst them impassively arrayed in richness but looking like he was carrying everything he owned, which in fact he was.

When his turn came, he stepped forward morosely with a hint of fatalism. There's no telling what kind of people these are without seeing them in action. It would be prudent to take it safe he thought to himself. The large metallic looking gentleman looked like he could cleave him in twain, some of the others looked relatively weak but looks could be deceiving. Some of the girls were cute, but he wasn't here for dalliances. He had to prove himself. It would be better if he came up from the bottom for that, but he didn't want to make it too hard on himself either. A middle number would probably be the best of both worlds.

Daen will take the highest number between 6 and 14 that's still available.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

Mother would want me to pick highly, and there might be some wisdom to that. If I pick high enough, I’ll make it at least a month before I fall out. Still, though, some of these people seem like real fighters. Perhaps I should find a shield before the first gauntlet… Let's go, Allie, you can do this! Feeling suddenly cold and nervous, Eilidh steps forward. She wraps her blue cape around her body to fight the chill she feels and to hide her shaking knee.

”Could I…Could I have the three, please, Fisk?”

As soon as she asks, she turns and flees back to her place in the ranks. So many eyes, all on me. How does the commander do it? She struggles not to pull her strawberry-red bangs forward, over her eyes, and then gives in to the nervous impulse. As the next people step forward to receive their numbers, Eilidh breathes a sigh of relief and stops quivering. Thank the Dawnflower that's over. Only the rest of it to go."


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

"This is a good number?" he asks as if not sure he understood the ranking system properly. He thought it a strange way to do things anyhow. Not expecting his 'stupid' question to be answered he fell back into line with the others, looking around and seeing a few others that he would never think to cross paths with in combat. Ever. He wasn't so sure this was the safest place his parents could send him but it was too late now. To help keep them safe he couldn't let himself be sent away from here. The red head was shy but looked important. Perhaps a noble. Can she even fight? I guess we will see. I don't even know if I can fight...


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Kassara peered down the line of recruits that she had been lumped in with, obviously there was Allie (no surprises there), but the others didn't seem like they'd be too much of a challenge, she gave a quick grin to a couple of the better looking boys - she could have asked for a better looking group, but some of them were not too bad although, like always, most of them looked a bit too grim. As the first few members of the cohort stepped forward, Kassara studied them and listened to their names - Rhill might be alright, but he probably can't dance, and he could do with a bit of tidying up but,.. not too bad. Lond, well,... not very good to look at. No. Adir,... Not bad. The next one,.. bit short, but not a bad arse. Oh! She's a girl, oh well. Kathleen, well she looks like fun, at least she's not taking things too seriously. The Kellid, Gideon... Not a fan of those tattoos! Theodric - well he thinks a lot of himself! Not bad looking, but those minor noble types always try to overdo things, always trying to prove themselves. Elyssa - What's she done to her hair? Looks nice enough, we'll see. And who's the last one? Eckart - ohhh, pretty! Seems a bit mopey though - maybe I should try to set him up with Allie, as if she ever showed an interest.

Glancing over at her sister, she tried to make eye contact but, like always, Allie seemed lost in thought. Kassie sighed She's probably worrying about what everyone will think of her if she takes the highest number, or the lowest, or one of the ones in the middle! Doesn't she ever just do what she wants? I bet she'll take one of the high ones - That's what mother would want. But,.. lets see. She won't take the one, because that would make her seem to arrogant, even number two would be a bit too much. And she wouldn't want to bump anyone down the list, so she can't take four or five, and six is probably too low.... I bet she'll take the three. Kassara grinned as Allie stepped forward and asked, in her timid, rushed voice, for the three. I bloody knew it!

Grinning, Kassara stepped forward after her sister had fled, grinning at Fisk as she reached into the bag without looking and pulled out a random number and glanced down at it as she returned to the line. "Well, looks like I've got number six" she announced as she took her place next to her sister and waited for the remaining nobles to select their numbers - checking them out as they did so.

1d10 ⇒ 3 10 free spots... 1,2,6,7,10,13,14,16,17,18, so 3 = number 6


Nobles/family of Knights can always displace a random-number chooser. Or even another noble..sort of.

The Tilernos twins and Urias would recognize the name, but not the face of the next to be called. "Vorin Mosilde." Smiling, with short red hair, Vorin's decision is firm and quick. He already knows where his stature lies. The Mosilde family, while not as famous as the Tilernos, have a long association with the Knights of Ozem. Vorin's presence would explain Sir Victor Mosilde in the crowd earlier.

"Ten." The thin Mosilde speaks quickly.

Fisk frowns at Eilidh and Kassara as they pick. Allie can almost hear his voice disparaging the twins for not picking first and fighting over it.

"Rans Ageield." His clothing suggests nobility, but his name and face are not familiar. He wears his blonde hair long and has sharp, hazel eyes.

"Heh. One." He smirks and looks at the rest of the cohort, shrugging a little before walking back to them with a cocky grin.

"Ardis Rotheld." A nervous looking boy with thick, straight brown hair to his chin. He is trying to grow a straggly beard. Carefully, he chooses number Thirteen.

"Aiden Culbert." Nearing the end of the remaining cohort, this boy jogs up to Fisk quickly. He has a broad, goofy smile on his face. His ears seem a bit too big for his head and stick out from short brown hair shorn in a military style. "Fourteen, Sir!"

Trainer Fisk frowns as Aiden returns to the group and lets out a small sigh. "Not surprising..not a single one yet...Bryson Tray."

The next boy has a fair bit of fat on him and a pair of large spectacles. He looks down, hiding his face in lemon-yellow hair before choosing number sixteen. Fisk shakes his head and sighs again. "Austyn Hammel."

This boy is also very tall with brown hair and no particularly distinguishing characteristics. He chooses number two without much expression.

"Jalen Sturgis."

The last boy to approach and choose (other than Urial) is short with thick hair and a stern face. He seems somewhat bored. With only lower numbers left, one would expect him to look disappointed. Until he makes his decision. "One, Sir."

Finally, for the first time, you see Fisk smile.

Knowledge (Nobility) DC 15:

The Mosilde family owns several large pastures to the south of Vigil. Their close connection with the Knights and with the Crusader War College.

The Culbert family are minor nobility in Lastwall. They do not have a lot of money and live on poor land, but are nobles nonetheless.

The Ageield's are 'Bearded' Taldan nobles. Rans' father's brother is a member of the Senate and the seat is always given to the eldest son.

The Tray family is another Bearded Taldan noble family. They are much larger than the Ageield family and you are not sure from which branch Bryson might come from.

Knowledge (Local) DC 15:

Austyn Hammel is the son of a current Knight of Ozem--Sir Pontius Hammel. They are not nobles nor come from a prestigious family line but his father has earned Austyn the right to choose.

Jalen Sturgis is another son of a Knight. However, unlike Austyn, his father is deceased. Sir Sturgis died during a raid against Ustalav ghouls.

Rotheld..is a familiar name. Sir Troy Rotheld was a farmer in Ustalav who fought to join the Knights and scored top in his Cohort. His entire family, other than a younger brother, perished from a werewolf attack. Ardis is his younger brother.


Cohort Ranking:

1 Rans Ageield
2 Austyn Hammel
3 Eilidh Tilernos
4 Elyssa Arunt
5 Eckart Vogelstein
6 Kassara Tilernos
7 Daen Aheritor
8 Adir Rheahyer
9 Rhill Hinachvor
10 Vorin Mosilde
11 Theodric Prentice
12 Lond Pobiza
13 Ardis Rotheld
14 Aiden Culbert
15 Gideon Hooton
16 Bryson Tray
17
18
19 Cilys Undich
20 Kathleen Heathcote


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Nobility: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

As the remaining nobles and relatives of knights choose their numbers Kassie mentally takes note of those names she recognises: Let's see,.. Vorin: He'd be Sir Victor's son. Not bad looking, got a nice smile and he doesn't seem too arrogant - cute. as Vorin returns to the line she gives him a quick wink. Rans: Don't recognise the name, but he's got nice eyes. Urrg thinks a lot of himself though, doesn't he, with his cocky bloody grin. As he returns to the line Kass smiles confidently - not cockily at all. Ardis: Could be related to that knight, the one from Ustalav who's family were killed? Probably his brother. He should lose the beard, he'd be a lot cuter if he did. Aiden: Hmmm, you're going to have to look out. If I know recruits, you're going to be in for more than a bit of bullying. Oh, this one too, what was his name? Bryson: bit chubby, and glasses - Still, he can't be completely useless or he wouldn't be here. Austyn: He's a bit plain, but I think his father is a knight too, gods, him and the next one look a bit boring! Jalen: - ah: he'd be the son of that knight who died in that ghoul raid. What's that? He's chosen number one? - I wonder what Rans thinks of that? It'll sure put the cat amongst the pigeons!

As surreptitiously as possible Kass glances at Rans to see what his reaction is.


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

untrained in both local and nobility. oh well

Suddenly feeling thankful that he was lucky enough to get a good number Eckart thinks that this might give him some breathing room while training begins. And time to work on dad's unfinished musket he sent with me. He wondered if they possessed guns or cannons here yet. Possibly not. Well perhaps he should keep his little project to himself for now. Perhaps if he passed training... It certainly wasn't the kind of weapon to be standard issue. But from the sounds of it standard issue might not be the way of these knights anyway.

He looks to where the other three groups of trainees were. "May the best and smartest win," he whispered.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

Urias steps forward. Urias is an intimidating figure. He is taller than most men by a hand or more, and has shoulders as broad an ox. He looks like a classically-handsome, hairless human carved from matte-grey metal with pools of mercury for eyes. He wears medium armor, and has a huge two handed warhammer on his back, along with a backpack of gear. He walks over to Daen. "Do you think I could have number seven? It's my lucky number." The aasimar's voice is deep and rumbling. Get your head out of the clouds, Urias. You're the last one to choose!


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Knowing things is for scrubs anyways-oh wait a minute. :)

Was I too reluctant up there? I tried to pick quickly, but then Kassie just bounced up there and grabbed a number, like it doesn't matter! It really, really matters. If we don't succeed, we'll embarrass mother and she'll be disappointed in me again and it'll be my fault! Allie, you need to stop worrying so much about this. In all likelihood, you'll do well enough to not embarrass the family, and then you can-oh! who is that?!

Busy brooding and overthinking her role here, Eilidh misses the next several number selections, only snapping out of it when a figure catches the corner of her eye. "Kassie...who was number thirteen? I...I like his...you know what, nevermind. Maybe later." I can't believe I just said that!

Eilidh's face flushes bright red and she looks determinedly away from the Rotheld boy. After a few moments, she looks questioningly at Fisk. "Was that two ones, sir? There can't be two ones...right?"


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Kassie grins sideways at her sister, and whispers back "Allie! I didn't know you had it in you! His name's Ardis Rotheld - Remember, that farmer who became a knight? The one from Ustalav who's family were killed? I think Ardis might be his brother. You're right, he does have a nice behind! Well spotted!" Seeing that Eckart, standing just behind them, has overheard their words, she turns slightly and winks. "Don't be jealous. Yours is quite nice too!


As the words leave Jalen's mouth,Rans frowns and takes a half step forward. Fisk gestures for him to stop and silence falls again. Finally, the Trainer responds to the red-headed Tilernos.

”No, Eilidh, they cannot. I was hoping the last two would have some guts and make a decision rather than pick the last, lower, two spots. When one chooses a number that has also been chosen, a challenge occurs. Jalen, Rans you will fight for that position. Jalen, if you lose you will take number seventeen. Rans, if you lose, Jalen becomes number one and you move to number two..everyone else drops one rank.”

At that, Jalen looks guilitly at the rest of the cohort, but shrugs a little as if to say, that is how it is.

The scrubs stand around, unsure what to do and Rans moves to step forward again. He lets out a small growl as Fisk holds his hand up and instead calls for the last, tallest and eldest scrub. ”Urias Lastwaller.”

At Urias's request, Fisk grins and inclines his head. ”Another challenge. You, Urias, will have to fight for that position. You will be challenging Daen Aheritor if Jalen loses.” He nods toward the half-elf with the book. ”And Kassara Tilernos if Rans loses.” He nods toward the blonde-haired Tilernos girl.

”Now. Form a circle.”

The rest of the cohort forms a pseudo-circle around the two scrubs and Fisk at his gesture. Anyone glancing at the other cohorts sees that Two and Three are similarly arrayed and you can hear the sound of cheering as a fight starts.

”Some of you already know how to fight. Others do not. It does not matter. You will learn quickly or fall in rank.” He steps back from the two and gestures them to step closer. ”Fights will last until one surrenders or there is an obvious winner. For now, no weapons are allowed. No lethal strikes nor strikes that will leave permanent damage. We're not here to watch you lame another scrub. If it happens, you'll have a hearing and may get kicked out.” Staggered condition using nonlethal damage. So when your nonlethal damage equals your current hit points.

With those last words, Fisk smiles grimly and moves to the outer circle, standing with arms folded.


Jalen and Rans move closer to one another, circling slowly. Jalen moves first, dashing forward into a roll but stumbles in the unfamiliar sandy terrain. As he does, Rans lashes out with a kick which goes wide of Sturgis's head. Recovering quickly, he stands up and reaches for the other scrub's leg and grabs onto it, trying to knock him down. Rans stumbles backward but regains his footing, jabbing and landing a vicious punch across Jalen's face. Jalen hisses in pain, blood flying from his lip before dropping into a crouch and kicking at Rans's stomach. The kick lands and pushes Rans back a few steps, gasping for breath.

The two stand back for a moment, regaining their breath. Jalen rolls his shoulders and finally grins. His grin has a contagious effect and many of the scrubs start cheering for him. Rans frowns at the reaction but shrugs and grins back, unable to resist the expression. ”Come over here so I can knock that smile off!”

Jalen doesn't respond, merely shrugs and gestures for Rans to come closer. Rans charges over the sand and lets out a cry, trying to tackle the quiet scrub. Jalen knocks Rans aside and punches him in the ribs, moving aside as the boy rushes past him. Before Rans can turn around, Jalen jumps at him, sweeping at his legs and knocking the cocky noble onto the sandy floor. Jalen looms over him and cracks his neck, arching an eyebrow in a silent question. Rans snorts and grabs for Jalen's leg, but gets kicked in the face for the attempt. He lets out a howl of pain and rolls away from Jalen; Fisk stepping forward as a result.

Fisk steps forward and drops his hand, looking pleased. ”Done. Jalen, you are our first. That was a close fight. Rans, you and everyone below you except Cilys and Kathleen drop a rank..don't complain. You can try to regain your position later.”


Jalen steps away, bowing to Rans. The other noble scowls, and kicks at the dirt, wiping at blood dribbling from a swollen lip. ”Bah.” He walks back to the cohort, shoulders hunched in defeat.

Fisk gestures for Jalen to take a place near the front of the cohort than beckons for Urias and Kassara to come forward. ”Tilernos versus Lastwaller. You know, Kassara, when your mother came through here she soundly trumped Urias's father's third brother. Of course, Urias's grandfather was first in his cohort while yours was only sixth. This should be an interesting fight..”

With those words, Fisk moves away and motions for the two to start fighting.

Yes, most of you are not trained in unarmed strikes or archery or mounted combat or melee combat or knowledge skills or something. Every character has a weakness and over time, as the battles change types, each will have a chance to show off where they are strong and where they are weak. Additionally, as training progresses, all characters will gain knowledge of each fighting style--being able to have at least some skill at it. By the end of the five-month training you will all have a well-rounded competency. Think of Knight of Ozem training as slowly applying a massive template full of proficiencies, feats and other abilities. And then of course you focus your studies by actually leveling up.

If Urias instead chooses to select number Eighteen (only number not selected by someone), we will alter the above and no fight occurs. I'm assuming instead he picks the more interesting option and sticks to his decision :)

Round 1

Initiative:

Urias: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Kassara: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


M Half Elf
Stats:
Magus (Kensai) 3 Init +4, perception +8 4/5/4, +7vs ench., 19/17/12, 7/15

"I don't mind if you want it, but I'll probably contest it." Daen managed to say before the fights began. Of course he silently contemplated if we all shift down, I won't have to this week.

Although he was willing to back up his position, he was a bit relieved when he didn't have to fight him, especially since he couldn't use magic or his sword. He'd have been soundly beaten and made to look weak in front of everyone else. Hopefully he'd be able to make his debut at a different time when things were more advantageous to his success.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

Urias nods to Kassara and takes off the gauntlets that are part of his armor. He steps into the circle. When they square off, she reacts a hair quicker than him.

Waiting my turn.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

Sarenrae, give my irreverent sister strength. He's a monster, I hope he doesn't mar her face, it's all she seems to use! Eilidh stares at the hulking figure that Trainer Fisk said would be an "interesting fight" for her sister and impulsively gives her sister a poke in the side.

"You'd better get through this in one piece. If you don't mother will...probably blame me somehow. Never could keep you out of trouble." She gives Kassie a quick hug and takes her place in the circle, her right knee starting to shake again.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

So we provoke AOOs from each other every time we attack as well, unless you happen to have improved unarmed strike.


Unarmed attacks would provoke..but you also can't take attacks of opportunity when unarmed without Improved Unarmed Strike, so no worries about that.

As Urias steps forward, Fisk shakes his head. "Unarmed and unarmored, Urias. Just like a back-alley fist fight." While the two are approaching one another, Fisk addresses the cohort.

"There are monsters out there that will break your weapons. There are people out there who will come to assassinate you. Knights of Ozem do not rely only on sword and shield. They are weapons even without a weapon. You will learn how to fight with your hands, with sword and spear. You'll learn how to fight against the strangest weapons you'll see as well as combat the unique abilities of the demons and undead you may face. If you survive this training, you should be able to ride a horse into battle and accurately use a longbow. Knights don't rely on just one method, they use what is available and what is best for the moment."

With his lower lip slowly swelling up from Rans' punch, Jalen nods toward Kassara and Urias. "Good luck, both of you."

[ooc]@ Kassara - remember that unarmed strikes count as light weapons for deadly agility. Urias - while Fisk would step in if magic was used..technically bloodrage isn't a magical effect and would be allowed. Same with panache abilities.


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Kassara grins at Jalen and gives a wink as she divests herself of her leather armour and rapier, which she hands to Allie, giving her a warm hug in reply. "Well this aught't be fun. He's big, but I recon I'll be quicker." she says, arching backwards to stretch her muscles in a way that makes at least a couple of the recruits blush. Straightening up she moves into the centre of the circle and throws a lopsided grin at Urias. "Good luck big guy."

With that, she circles slowly and then, without warning, steps forward and quickly launches a clumsy blow at Urias, swinging wide. She grimaces at her own lack of skill and dances back, waiting for the inevitable counter attack.

Allie:
Despite her bravado, you can tell that Kassie is quite nervous about facing off against the much bigger man.

Combat expetise: -1 To Hit, +1 to AC, also going to use 1 use of dodging panache against his attack (when it comes) -> +3 to AC. So Kassie's AC is at 17.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 1 = 2


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

Free action; Rage 5/6
Attack (PA, Rage): 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 23 Hit
Damage: 1d3 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 10

Urias dodges Kassara's punch. Well, this doesn't seem to be very fair. Oh well, too bad for her. I will do whatever I need to to become a knight, even if that means punching out a little girl. Urias roars, and his left fist shoots out like a meteor. It cracks Kassara across the jaw, and she staggers for a moment before recovering. Urias barely notices, losing himself in the battle-rage. His veins stick out from his skin as his heart pounds at a fever pitch, and he roars over and over like a madman.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

Already squeezing Kassie's rapier in both hands, Eilidh presses it against her chest as Kassie's blow swings wide. To distract herself, she turns to the closest person, which happens to be Eckart.

"H-hi. I, um, didn't catch your name. I'm Allie. Well, I mean, Mother named me Eilidh, but Allie. Please."

She glances quickly at the fight in time to see Urias clobber her sister. Her knuckles turn white from her death-grip on the scabbard. Mother is going to be so angry when we're both out in the first round...


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Kassie reels backwards as Urias storms forward: a mountain of rage that connects squarely with her jaw and releasing a spray of blood that stains the dirt floor of the training field. Staggering backward, she wipes the blood from her mouth and for a moment a wave of fear seems to pass across her face as her eyes widen in shock at the brute force of the blow and Urias' undisguised rage. Nevertheless, the young girl steps forward again and
desperately tries to swing at the towering figure, once again, however, her blow is ill-timed and she fails to hit the big man.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 1 = 4
Using dodging panache (2/3) and combat reflexes again so AC is still at 17 - as if that matters with him rolling 18s and me rolling 2s and 4s.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

Yeah....pvp can be annoying. Sorry to have to beat on you!
Same attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 23 (0_o)!
Damage: 1d3 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 9

A second punch from the big aasimar drops Kassara into unconsciousness. Urias stops roaring, and immediately kneels at her side, seeming to deflate. Breathing hard, he leans over her. “I do not like this,” he says checking her pulse.

Take 10 on heal for 10.

Seeing that she will be fine he gently scoops her up and places her on a nearby table. “Sorry,” he mutters to Allie, looking fairly ashamed of himself. He turns to Fisk with a glint of anger in his eye. “Any more knightly tasks for me other than beating unarmed women…sir?”


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

Eckart was slightly startled at having his behind mentioned and turned around to see who had spoke. Before he even had the chance to reply though, the selections were almost over and Fisk was calling the challenges.

He stepped back in the circle as the first fight began. Thankfully no one is challenging for 5th place, perhaps I can escape the dirt today.

Still, 6th wasn't the worst spot to be pushed into either. He looked around, wondering who he might have to challenge if he wanted to climb higher. So many nobles claiming the top spots. He would have been happy with 9th or 10th to be honest.

Strangely enough, one of them was standing next to him for the second fight and spoke to him. "Uh, hi. I'm Eck... umm, Eckart. Everyone calls me Eckart." Well that was enough talking for one day. Eckart wished the ground would open up right now. But how was he supposed to talk to a noble, a female noble, a pretty noble. Nice, definitely going to get along well here. She probably thinks I just insulted her somehow.


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Still dazed from the heavy blow, Kassara moves backwards cautiously. As the big man moves in, once again leading with his fists, she tries desperately to duck out of the way. His fists, however, seem to appear out of nowhere and, almost in slow motion, she feels the next blow strike her in the side of the head. Staggering backward, she raises her fists again, but stumbles and collapses into the dust, senseless.

Ouch! That wasn't so one-sided on paper! On the plus side i've still got a panache point left if i need it. Well, I guess I'm out of it for a while,... talk amongst yourselves.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

I have a solution to your problem, sis!

"Well, um...it's pleasant to meet-Oh no! Kassie!"

As the metal-colored man smashes his fist into her sister's head, dropping her, Eilidh breaks from her postion in the circle and drops the rapier. She runs toward the table, checks Kassie's vitals for herself, and begins casting, chanting seemingly under her breath and placing her hands on Kassie's shoulders. Sarenrae, loan me your power! Mother's going to be furious! Aaad I was rude to that boy, even if he's a commoner.

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wounds Again!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
12 HP minus 19 nonlethal damage damage plus 6 points of healing equals unconscious by 1 point. Nope, you're going to be unconscious for a while!


M Half Elf
Stats:
Magus (Kensai) 3 Init +4, perception +8 4/5/4, +7vs ench., 19/17/12, 7/15

That was a pretty decisive battle. He thought to himself. The big man obviously knew his way in a fight. Evidently both of these come from good lineages here. He wished he'd be been better prepared. They had mentioned something about book learning here, and if he were able to exploit that fact then he might be all right. The top two didn't seem near as impressive as the big guy, what was his name? But if he had to step up against them all physically, well, it would probably be better if he didn't go home.

Taking stock of the situation at hand, it seems her sister was trying to get her up but couldn't. Daen nearly stepped forward and cast his own spell, but she was probably going to be fine. The trainers didn't seem to concerned.

On the other hand, Daen was in a strange land with a bunch of people he didn't know. Having some allies in this might help, and though he loathed diplomacy he would have to see what he could do to make some friends. Wouldn't that just shut up his brothers if they knew? Besides, he'd seen enough of ladies' suffering in his life.

Daen approached the two girls on the ground. He spoke lowly in his deep voice to the redhead alone. "I can heal her with my dark arts if you wish. Or help you carry her to a temple of your choosing."


Fisk watches the catastrophe with a faint frown. As Kassara falls to the floor, he steps forward and drops a hand. ”Urias. You take rank seven. The rest of you fall one rank.” At Urias's angry retort, Fisk steps forward and pushes the large aasimar with a foot.

”If you think unarmed girls who can't fight should be knights, then maybe you're in the wrong ranking. That girl is a Tilernos. If you think she can't take a few punches and come back at you swinging then you've never heard that name. Stay with that attitude and wait until you're arse is the one on the floor.”

A few of the cohort grumble, but most of them shake their heads, seeming to take Fisk's side of things. You notice Gideon handing over a few silver coins to Rhill, apparently having bet on Kassara. With Eilidh at her sister's side, Fisk folds his arms. ”No need to use your own talents. You either, Daen. This won't be the first time one of you will get knocked out in this arena. Here.” He draws out a thin white wand covered in golden draconic runes and tosses it to her.

”We don't need scrubs carrying one another back to the barracks. Especially this early in the day, there's still much to do. Let me see you use that.”

Eilidh gets a wand of Cure Light Wounds with 32 charges.

The trainer turns back to Urias and shakes his head before glaring daggers at the cohort. ”If that sentiment is among any of the rest of you, you should re-consider your place here. You will fight alongside women as a Knight. They are not inferior to you, they are not weaker than you. Every Knight of Ozem goes through the same rigorous process. If you for whatever reason feel someone doesn't deserve to go through that process then either they don't deserve to be here—or you don't. You're dismissed. Those of you that need to see Tribune Mateo, do so now.”

He pauses and walks away, moving through the cohort. ”The rest of you can move your things into dormitory one. You have three hours until lunch is served. A servant will show you to the cafeteria.”

The harsh trainer storms off, joined by Luca who has also dismissed his cohort. The other two still seem to have fights going on. A few of the cohort drift toward the Tribune while the rest look around confused.

”...Uhm...where are the dormitories?” asks the girl with ash smudges on her face, Elyssa.


I believe Daen and Urias are the only two unlikely to have shield-marks already.

One hand raises from the cohort and Vorin steps forward. "Dormitories are on the third floor. I've been here before. We'll be the first one. The counting system isn't too advanced.."

The cohort members who haven't broken off to visit the Tribune all look to him. "Lead the way then, Vorin. And thanks." Jalen pats him on the back before moving to approach the two Tilernos, Daen and Urias.

"That was a rough battle. Are you alright, Kasara?"


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

"I meant nothing against her sex. Simply that I am much larger than her, and her only advantage would be speed. For which she needs a weapon. I have no problem fighting with women," Urias says, attempting to clarify. His memory takes him back to several pitched fights he had been in with Elmoyra before she died. "No problem at all." I just don't see the point in such an unequal sparring match.

Seeing that the girl he'd knocked out was being tended to, he watches the others heading off to the dorms. He waits a moment longer to see what the other recruits around Kassara do.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

"Th-thank you for your offer, but I think the wand will do." Eilidh takes the wand from Trainer Fisk, nodding at him, and turns back to her sister.

New Rolls?:
Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

I'll save my spells then, since Fisk says so. The only question is whether you want to use new rolls or the old ones. New ones are spoiled here.

Seeing her sister is regaining awareness and that the grey man is trying to defend himself, Eilidh shoots him a quick glare. I won't forgive him for this, although Kassie might. Hmmmm. At least he seems a bit remorseful. I won't forgive Fisk either.


The Trainer ignores Urias's statements, mumbling to Luca as they walk off.

Jalen shrugs, looking to where Rans is glaring at him. "Fights aren't often going to be fair. I can't say I approve of his methods but..this is why Knights of Ozem are known as the greatest soldiers in Lastwall."

The other noble scowls and speaks up. "Well, I would have expected a Tilernos to be able to put up a better--Oof!" Rans' annoying voice is quieted by an elbow in the stomach from Cilys who steps up toward Urias, glaring at him.

"I hope one of us smaller people shows you that we don't need a weapon to take you down."


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

As Kassara swims back into consciousness she becomes aware of conversations around her, nd realises that she's lying, bloodied and bruised, in the dirt. Opening her eyes to find Allie crouched over her, she gives a weak grin. Well sis. I think I've successfully ruined the family name, and it only took me thirty seconds! Even mother said it'd take me a week or more." As she woozily looks around she realises that she's drawn quite a crowd. At Jalen's question she smiles prettily at the handsome recruit, reaching out. "Oh, I'll be fine Jalen. I was just trying to give the rest of you a false sense of security. I would appreciate a hand up though. Thanks. Now where is he?" she looks around until locating Urias and then pushes past the others towards him. "Well done Urias" she says with a grin, holding out her hand to be shaken "you've got a punch like a ton of bricks! Certainly put me in my place! Just wait until next time though, and we'll see what happens. As Cilys steps up to join them Kassara gives her a weak grin. "One of us'll get him eventually!" she then turns to the rest of the remaining group. "Well, As you've heard by now, I'm Kassara Tilernos, call me Kassie. This is my sister, Allie. Its sure nice to meet you all. Just don't let that sorry display of mine make you too confident. I'm not usually that bad in a fight!"


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

Eckart stuck around listening to the others talk about the fight. He didn't feel like he had anything to contribute or knowledge that would be helpful so he kept quiet. He studied the big man, realising that he was now just below himself and would likely be one he would have to fight soon. The thought made him rub the side of his head where the girl had been knocked out cold. He would like to avoid that happening to him if possible.


Sturgis helps Kassara up, smiling faintly. "Yes, well. Good job with that, I suppose."

Cilys shrugs. "Hopefully. I refuse to get kicked out in the first month. Anyway..I need to get a shield-mark. We have to do it eventually if we plan to succeed. See you at the cafeteria, Kassie?" She winks and turns, waving over her shoulder as she jogs over to where members of the other three cohorts are crowding around the Tribune.

Vorin looks back to Kassie and Allie with his arms folded and an exasperated look in his eyes. "most of us know who your family are, Kassara. Or at least the ones who will make it through." He gestures again toward the hallway. "If you'll come with me, I'll show you all to the dormitory. One of the servants should be here to show Cilys and the others the way after they're done."

With that, the majority of the cohort moves with him. As they walk, the boy with big ears tries talking with Eckart.
"So where are you from? You don't look Taldan!"
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The Dormitory
Bonewatch's dormitories are set in the same long hallway. There seems to be six of them. Four are dedicated to scrubs while two seem to be for the older recruits who have passed the first five month trial and are completing training as trainees.

Cohort one's dormitory is a simple affair. Ten beds line each wall with a wooden chest at the foot. Suspended from the ceiling is a single enchanted lantern, glowing faintly. Jalen and Rans immediately take the first bed to either side of the door, staring at each other as they unpack.
"The light is pretty ingenious, actually. Each dormitory has one and they respond to a simple command word, although I'm not sure what ours is. They may tell us, I have no idea." Vorin seems to have the most knowledge of the Bonewatch and is not reluctant to hide it. As he explains how the Bonewatch is layered--scrubs, trainees and then rooms for residing Knights on the first three floors with upper floors for higher ranked members--the rest of the cohort starts snatching up beds. Following Jalen's example, most of them take beds that coordinate, roughly, with their current ranking.

"Didn't you hear what Fisk said? Half of us aren't even going to make it into the Knights. You don't have to be so friendly, Vorin." Austyn's voice is low and deep, the look on his face mildly displeased. He takes up a bed near Rans and flops down on his back, not bothering to look at Vorin as he speaks. "I'd focus on making sure you can make it out of rank eleven before you start gloating about the Bonewatch."


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

"Sounds good," Kassie replies to Cilys' question with an easy grin. "Maybe I can give you a few pointers about how to avoid the big lug's fists so that you can flatten him when it's your turn!"

Kassara follows Vorin to the dormitory with the others and, when they enter makes sure to get a bed next to her sister, flopping down on it relaxedly with her arms jauntily behind her neck, not bothering to unpack her belongings yet, instead watching as the others talk. "I wouldn't be so quick to judge people by their rank yet if I were you Austyn. The only ones who actually earned their spots so far are Jalen and Urias. After all, I'm at rank eight, and all I've done so far is had my ass convincingly kicked. Rank doesn't mean anything till after a few challenges - you know that. Besides, and I know that this might come as a shock. But some people are friendly because they want to be - because they're, you know, nice people." she says with a quick wink at Vorin.


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

"Oh, I'm from Alkenstar. But I've been here for almost a year now. See?" Eckart shows him his mark quickly. "Though I'm still not used to seeing much magic around" Eckart does not rush or fight for a bunk near the door but waits for most of the others to choose one before placing his stuff next to one, leaving him almost at the back of the room.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6
Kassara wrote:


As Kassara swims back into consciousness she becomes aware of conversations around her, nd realises that she's lying, bloodied and bruised, in the dirt. Opening her eyes to find Allie crouched over her, she gives a weak grin. Well sis. I think I've successfully ruined the family name, and it only took me thirty seconds! Even mother said it'd take me a week or more." As she woozily looks around she realises that she's drawn quite a crowd. At Jalen's question she smiles prettily at the handsome recruit, reaching out. "Oh, I'll be fine Jalen. I was just trying to give the rest of you a false sense of security. I would appreciate a hand up though. Thanks. Now where is he?" she looks around until locating Urias and then pushes past the others towards him. "Well done Urias" she says with a grin, holding out her hand to be shaken "you've got a punch like a ton of bricks! Certainly put me in my place! Just wait until next time though, and we'll see what happens. As Cilys steps up to join them Kassara gives her a weak grin. "One of us'll get him eventually!" she then turns to the rest of the remaining group. "Well, As you've heard by now, I'm Kassara Tilernos, call me Kassie. This is my sister, Allie. Its sure nice to meet you all. Just don't let that sorry display of mine make you too confident. I'm not usually that bad in a fight!"

Urias offers his hand to Kassie for shaking. "I am Urias Lastwaller." He grins at the girl's spirit, and no longer feels bad about knocking her out. "I'm glad you're not upset. I would prefer to save my fists for the enemy, but I'll do whatever Fisk asks. Glad to meet you all."


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

After shooting Urias an overly dramatic stinkeye, Eilidh steps into the dormitory. She sees that most of the recruits have selected spaces according to rank and sets her bag of personal items on bed number four. "I guess this is mine. I hope...hope we don't have to move if our rankings change... After placing a few outfits, a traveling bedroll, and some soap into the chest, she unfastens her blue cloak and drapes it over the top. A few candles and her holy symbol finish the impromptu altar to Sarenrae, and she rattles off a quick prayer to the Dawnflower.

"Dawnflower, please hear my prayer. Grant us all the strength to do our best here. Know that, though we are asked to do terrible things to each other, the pain we cause is to prevent more later. Give my foolish sister the wisdom to know who her enemies are, and grant me to the skill to survive this ordeal."

On finishing her prayer, she sits on her chest, first sharpening her scimitar's blade and oiling it, then dismantling her crossbow and waxing the string before reassembling it. She makes little effort to befriend any of the other scrubs, although she does sneak a glance at the Rotheld boy and the strange one from Alkenstar.


Female Human Swashbuckler 5 | AC: 20 [T: 16 FF: 15] | HP: 60/60 | F+3, R+8, W+1 | Init: +9 | Perc: +7 | Panache: 5/5)

Kassie rolls her eyes. "Don't worry about her." She says, "she does this every night,... Foolish is actually better than usual. It's nice to meet you Urias, of course I'm not upset, I would've knocked you out if I could have and, frankly, I still plan to if I get the chance! seeing Allie's glance at Eckart, she turns to the boy, after all, Alli won't say anything so maybe a bit of matchmaking,.... Allie is clearly interested. "Nice to meet you Eckart. Have you met my sister? She's much less foolish than me! Here, forget about that bunk, why not grab this one just across from us? Here, let me help you with your bags." without waiting for his reply (or even opinion) she hoists his bags over to the opposite bed.


Male Elf Unchained Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 2

Perfect. I love it. This will put him out of his comfort zone.

It's really no bother... Here is quite fine with me... I don't... Without a chance to form the words to protest or reply Eckart watches his bag be taken to the opposite end of the room. With no other choice he decides to follow Kassara. It's not like he wanted to get on the bad side of anyone here, especially a family as renowned as the Tilernos's seemed to be. Unsure why she would want him up their end, perhaps as I'm currently higher ranked than her she wishes to keep an eye on me as a potential challenge to beat. Best to be careful. He looked at his bag and Kassara, then Allie and the others down this end. "Yes I have. Eckart," he said looking around and doing his best to not appear an idiot or simple as they might think of him (he certainly wasn't as well educated as them that was for certain), "at your service my Lords and Ladies." He would have to go up against all of them at some point, he would worry about that later. "Well fought today." He said looking at Jalen and Rans.

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don't expect to stay in your comfort zone around Kassie. You'll only be disappointed!


M Half Elf
Stats:
Magus (Kensai) 3 Init +4, perception +8 4/5/4, +7vs ench., 19/17/12, 7/15

Daen watched the interplay between everyone as statue in the courtyard. No one paid him much mind, and frankly that was just fine with him. He had to figure out how to get ahead of this program and the first thing he needed to do was gather intel. Listening to the conversations was one way to do it.

When he saw Cilys run off toward the tribune for an oath, he decided that would be more important than finding a bunk. It's not like he had much to stow anyhow. He'd want to keep his spell book with him, and his armor, and he didn't have much else. Following the group in that direction, he decided to make his presence known. "I also have yet to take the oath, and I don't even know what it entails. Would you mind if I watched all of you go first?"

not near as long as my eaten post, nor as elegant, but I feel like I needed to change directions.


NG Female Human Inquisitor 5 | HP 45/45 | AC 18, T 14, FF 14 | F 6, R 6, W 7 | Init +6 | Per +10

Eilidh looks up to see the chaos that Kassara is causing. Looks as if my prayer was needed. Doesn't she understand that she'll have to fight all of us eventually? And what is she playing at-no! She can't just invite him over here! She's going to ruin everything for the second time today!

Struggling to keep her composure, Eilidh aims an eye-roll of her own back to her sister and gives a quick nod to Eckart before going back to her weapon maintenance. "I pray for wisdom for my foolish sister because she clearly has none of her own. Urias is not your friend, Kassie." She turns again and looks at Eckart before beginning to mumble nervously. "H-hi again. I apologize if I came across as rude...my sister's fight had me...on edge."

Eilidh is always a little out of her comfort zone when Kassie's around. You'd think after 16 years she'd be used to it, but she doesn't understand how someone can be that outgoing and positive all the time. Also, I hope Urias's player doesn't get sad that Eilidh hates his character right now.


Aiden, the boy speaking to Eckart, takes a bed across and sits down. Alkenstar? I don't even know where that is! As the room gets louder from the recruits talking, the boy sits back and listens to the sisters talk with Eckart.

Vorin winks back at Kassie. Lead the life that makes you kind and friendly to those around you and you will be surprised what a happy life you will lead....or so my father always taught me. He looks pointedly at Austyn who snorts and rolls his eyes.

Stupid saying. He grumbles before turning to unpack his bag into the small chest.


Jalen nods his head to Eckart in response to the praise. Rans seems to ignore them all, obviously frustrated at losing his first match.
Does anyone know how classes go? Asks Jalen, looking at Victor and Kassie. I do not have much formal education and hope to pick up fast. I heard a rumor you can get kicked out for doing too poorly...but we aren't here to be scholars.


HP:12/12; Rage 6/6
Stats:
AC 17, T 11, FF 16 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +0 // CMD 15 (16 v overrun) // Initiative +1 // Perception +6

"I hope there won't be too much book learnin'. Not my thing either," Urias comments. He positions his things on the bunk for #7. "I'm sure we'll be told what to do. Officers love to give orders to their soldiers."

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