Post by minea on May 16, 2012 5:45:46 GMT -5
The messengers' face was the colour of shining bronze from being outside most of his life. He had the eyes of a hawk glowering beneath heavy brows. No one seeing that face or the way he pulled his long-bladed sword from its sheathe with ease would ever mistake him for easy prey.
His shuddering shoulders and heaving chest spoke volumes of his journey the night before, with a quaking breath he reported back to his lord that his message had been delivered to Mirugans warriors, mages and fighting men and women. With a nod of gratitude and an short embrace the lord sent the faithful messenger on his way and proceeded out doors.
Outside the vast hall of cloud mountain stood a ragged line of the fighting men and women of Mirugan, the only sign of movement; the short puffs of mist falling from the mouths of those lined up. Instantly they came alert at the tall figure, his character and countenance demanded respect, the lithe way he moved not unlike a feline stalker hinted at his skill with the weapons of the mortal world. Gazing along the disorganised line of somewhat skilled warriors he took in everything.
Starting from the farthest end he noticed several guardians, their chainmail armor creaking with rust at the long journey they undertook to the training school, his gaze drifitng further he saw a pair of sharpwitted elves their quick darting looks taking everything in, following the line he saw a young lady concealing a hidden dagger smiling slightly he continued down the line, the tall athletic build of a man brought up with wepons was next, his rich apparel marking him as the king of Rull from then on various characters were seen; tall broad backed swordsman, small lithe rogues and assassins, short beefy warriors with beards all sorts of mismatched fighters. Finally raising his voice the lord spoke.
"It is good you have answered my call, many of you know me by my face, others may bot have seen me before. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Micah Keyshin."
A small gasp of surprise could be heard from many of the warriors as they heard the man introduce himself as the legendary warrior they had all heard tales of. With a smile at the corner of his mouth the man continued.
"I am sure you are all capable in your chosen fields, but times have changed i am surprised to see that the warriors of this time are not like the warriors i was trained with, you all seem somewhat.... soft in comparison". At this remark some of the prideful warriors growled dissent under their breath, unperturbed Lord Keyshin continued.
'Mirugan is in need of warriors, heroes, true fighters of the land. Therefore i have decided to reopen this legendary school, any who wish too will be trained here, by myself and Lord Ivhon". At the mention of this last mans name a broad shouldered figure seemed to rise from the ground 10 metres from the warriors, his graceful step and straightbacked stance hinted at bred leadership, his lithe form; deadly strokes of the blade. With a short nod of head he eyed the line of warriors and came to the same conclusion as Lord Keyshin, these warriors didnt seem to possess the same quality as the warriors of his day.
With a sigh and short shake of his head Lord Ivhon whispered to his good friend.
'It seems there is more work than we encountered, let us begin"
His shuddering shoulders and heaving chest spoke volumes of his journey the night before, with a quaking breath he reported back to his lord that his message had been delivered to Mirugans warriors, mages and fighting men and women. With a nod of gratitude and an short embrace the lord sent the faithful messenger on his way and proceeded out doors.
Outside the vast hall of cloud mountain stood a ragged line of the fighting men and women of Mirugan, the only sign of movement; the short puffs of mist falling from the mouths of those lined up. Instantly they came alert at the tall figure, his character and countenance demanded respect, the lithe way he moved not unlike a feline stalker hinted at his skill with the weapons of the mortal world. Gazing along the disorganised line of somewhat skilled warriors he took in everything.
Starting from the farthest end he noticed several guardians, their chainmail armor creaking with rust at the long journey they undertook to the training school, his gaze drifitng further he saw a pair of sharpwitted elves their quick darting looks taking everything in, following the line he saw a young lady concealing a hidden dagger smiling slightly he continued down the line, the tall athletic build of a man brought up with wepons was next, his rich apparel marking him as the king of Rull from then on various characters were seen; tall broad backed swordsman, small lithe rogues and assassins, short beefy warriors with beards all sorts of mismatched fighters. Finally raising his voice the lord spoke.
"It is good you have answered my call, many of you know me by my face, others may bot have seen me before. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Micah Keyshin."
A small gasp of surprise could be heard from many of the warriors as they heard the man introduce himself as the legendary warrior they had all heard tales of. With a smile at the corner of his mouth the man continued.
"I am sure you are all capable in your chosen fields, but times have changed i am surprised to see that the warriors of this time are not like the warriors i was trained with, you all seem somewhat.... soft in comparison". At this remark some of the prideful warriors growled dissent under their breath, unperturbed Lord Keyshin continued.
'Mirugan is in need of warriors, heroes, true fighters of the land. Therefore i have decided to reopen this legendary school, any who wish too will be trained here, by myself and Lord Ivhon". At the mention of this last mans name a broad shouldered figure seemed to rise from the ground 10 metres from the warriors, his graceful step and straightbacked stance hinted at bred leadership, his lithe form; deadly strokes of the blade. With a short nod of head he eyed the line of warriors and came to the same conclusion as Lord Keyshin, these warriors didnt seem to possess the same quality as the warriors of his day.
With a sigh and short shake of his head Lord Ivhon whispered to his good friend.
'It seems there is more work than we encountered, let us begin"
