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Thracyn Caldor · May 16, 2008, 03:44 PM

Third Brightening in the First Cycle of the Month of Pontius, Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV PF

The air was damp and cold as Thracyn Caldor stepped out of the squat stone building housing his apartment near the headquarters of his employer. He took a second to adjust to the still-biting winds that whipped through the city streets even now, late in winter, then set off for his destination, the training complex housed within the stone citadel of the Protectorat du Paix. His thoughts, perhaps inevitably as he set out on a new course of training, reverted back to his first class with the longsword, and in particular to his first instructor, Lieutenant Jasmine. She had been an excellent teacher, as well as an obvioulsy talented swordsman, 'Swordswoman', he mentally corrected, and he wondered if she might be teaching this next class as well. Of course, there was no way to be sure, and the young sergeant quickly put such thoughts from his mind as he strode through the grounds and towards the training complex.

He had dressed to fit the occasion, in old uniform pants and shirt and his regular leather boots. As an afterthought he had donned the elven steel cuirass he had salvaged from the Piper affair as well as bringing both of the elven steel longswords he had found, sheathed in their leather-wrapped cases on the cuirass' back. He had not thought to wear the armor, only to bring the swords, but after reconsidering he had donned the piece. He had a feeling he had better get used to fighting in the weight of armor, and what better way than to spend a solid three or four cycles doing just that?

Thracyn pushed open the door of the training complex and shut it with an invisible sigh of relief, thankful for the blast of heat that was evident as soon as he was back indoors. Shrugging out of the dark navy cloak he had worn on the walk over he nodded to fellow guardsmen and recruits and stepped forward to the desk in the center of the room, clearing his throat slightly before addressing the uniformed man sitting behind it.

"Serale. I'm Sergeant Caldor, here for intermediate longsword instruction."

May 16, 2008, 03:44 PM	#1 (permalink)
Thracyn Caldor Sergeant-at-Arms Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Jaedaxia Posts: 495	A Professional Touch [Professional Longsword Training, Amaranth] Third Brightening in the First Cycle of the Month of Pontius, Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV PF The air was damp and cold as Thracyn Caldor stepped out of the squat stone building housing his apartment near the headquarters of his employer. He took a second to adjust to the still-biting winds that whipped through the city streets even now, late in winter, then set off for his destination, the training complex housed within the stone citadel of the Protectorat du Paix. His thoughts, perhaps inevitably as he set out on a new course of training, reverted back to his first class with the longsword, and in particular to his first instructor, Lieutenant Jasmine. She had been an excellent teacher, as well as an obvioulsy talented swordsman, 'Swordswoman', he mentally corrected, and he wondered if she might be teaching this next class as well. Of course, there was no way to be sure, and the young sergeant quickly put such thoughts from his mind as he strode through the grounds and towards the training complex. He had dressed to fit the occasion, in old uniform pants and shirt and his regular leather boots. As an afterthought he had donned the elven steel cuirass he had salvaged from the Piper affair as well as bringing both of the elven steel longswords he had found, sheathed in their leather-wrapped cases on the cuirass' back. He had not thought to wear the armor, only to bring the swords, but after reconsidering he had donned the piece. He had a feeling he had better get used to fighting in the weight of armor, and what better way than to spend a solid three or four cycles doing just that? Thracyn pushed open the door of the training complex and shut it with an invisible sigh of relief, thankful for the blast of heat that was evident as soon as he was back indoors. Shrugging out of the dark navy cloak he had worn on the walk over he nodded to fellow guardsmen and recruits and stepped forward to the desk in the center of the room, clearing his throat slightly before addressing the uniformed man sitting behind it. "Serale. I'm Sergeant Caldor, here for intermediate longsword instruction." __________________ CIR SoF many thanks to Iseult for the banner(s)!