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Victarion always let his mind go free as he soared above the clouds. His dragon, second half, and brother Fury took him wherever he needed, faster than any ship or carriage could travel. On this particular flight, Victarion's mind was taken back to his schooling. "Stand at attention!" The headmaster bellowed. He was a tall man, with a chest-long blakc beard that was salted with grey aged hair. His cheeks were high and sharp, and the wound that forced an eyepatch made a menacing complexion to him. All of the pupils in the hall straightened, arms at their sides, and waited pariently. "I present to you Torden Jalwin Black, of the Silver order." The headmaster stood aside, heavy plate armor clinking as he stepped to the back of the assembly stage. A yound man walked from behind the stage, firey red hair tied back into a pony. He wore light scale-mail armor and two twin longswords low on swordbelts. His eyes were bright blue, and swirled with merryment as he stopped in the center of the stage. "At ease, my friends." He said, smiling. "I am no better than you, nor am I a teacher." The men seemed to slacken, a breath of fresh air spreading through the hall. "I am simply a soldier, in a mercenary troup. The only reason that I am here today is to show you what I can do, which, I'll brag, is more than any of you can... today. I have been hired to train you all with techniques handed down by many great Knights from many great houses, and none will be your equal if you take my advice to heart. From this day forward, your good headmaster sir Galand Forbare has stepped down form his assigned post, and I have been assigned to replace this great master of arm's teachings." The hall's tension returned quite suddenly, and every man standing shifted their stance. Victarion could hear murmers of distaste and even anger, but he remained silent and attentive. "I can understand that this is rather sudden, but do not fret. Your headmaster will continue to populate the grounds, and he has agreed to take the opening of the Master of Arms that these grounds have been in dire need of. And, I propose a simple rule." He paused a moment, so that everyone's attention and silence was directed towards him. His oddly calm voice and natural grace made it easy to keep the attention of so many, but he paused mostly for effect. "If any of you feel that you would do better as the master of this academy, or that you know someone better," he motioned towards sir Forbare, who stood behind him, "My friend Galand, for instance, you may take my rank by defeating me in single combat." This sent the crowd into a mental frenzy. Nobody bothered to murmer and whisper anymore, shouts and curses were thrown to the stage, bringing only a wider smile to Torden's face. Victarion knew that nobody in the hall, Likely not even Forbare himself, could defeat Torden in single combat. He was a legend, a hero in his own time. Never defeated in battle, and he was rumored to have burned an entire kingdom to not but cinders with nothing but his guargian dragon Lilypetal. But it gave these knights something to work towards, if anything. It did for Victarion, anyways. His dragon knight academy would never be the same from that day forward, most for the worst.
Jareth Black · Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 12:08pm · 2 Comments |
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