1st trial of Cylus Arc 718
Jack North arrived at the University, right on time for the open day it was having. He signed the forms with a swift flourish, putting himself in the category for dagger lessons.
PC Name: Vincent Krome (He x'ed down Jack North as his alias.)
Sports Club Class 1 (-20gn): Daggers
Any other relevant information about your PC and the Club? Stabbity
His head was clean shaven, minus a few nicks here or there where the razor met his scalp. Meanwhile, he'd let his beard grow out over the past few seasons. It wasn't by any means as bushy as a full grown man's might be, but it was impressive enough given his tender age.
He wore simple clothes, woolen shirt and trousers with knee boots of leather. Fastened to his belt was the blunt short sword he carried everywhere in its scabbard.
His new look of shaven head and full beard gave him an air of age that belied his youth. These features accentuated the hard angles of his face, lending him a leaner and more severe look.
He wasn't here for the academic open day, but more interested in the so-called sports clubs. These physical fitness clubs ran alongside the more scholastic pursuits of the University.
He arrived through the snow, into the building proper. There he received directions from a snooty receptionist, that he ought to go to the courtyard. It was in the rear of the building, past a very long corridor.
When he reached it, Jack found that the staff had shoveled the snow in neat snowbanks to the side. Torches illuminated the area, filling it with a deep warm glow despite the cold dark above. Covering the ground, dark grasses with cobbled stones for feet to find easy balance.
A crowd of prospective members were also gathered there. One would presume to learn the dagger, or some other fighting style. It seemed the open day had produced a good amount of interest. Jack had every expectation that they would drop out once the prices hiked the next few days. He shrugged at the thought. He still had some pocket change to blow on this class.
"Alright, people. Let's get you set up in the right group. Everyone seeking armed combat training, start with the blades on the far end of the courtyard. I want another line for shield users to arrange next to them. And finally daggers in the middle line. Archery students should line up to the far side of these groups. Any unarmed students, follow me to the indoors."
It seemed every group had their teachers arranged at the head of these lines. Jack tried to discern who among his own throng was the instructor. When it became clear that nobody knew, he cast about, wondering when he would arrive.
Finally, after a quarter of a break, by the time everyone else had engaged in their lessons, a woman entered. She came bursting into the courtyard, muttering loud apologies, clutching her head. Jack smirked, as he recognized the signs of a bad hangover.
"Alright..." She said, giving herself a moment to breathe. "My name is Thabita Dower. I'll be your instructor for dagger fighting." She squinted her eyes while taking in the line of students. Jack noticed her wince as the clashing of blunted iron implements all around. He couldn't keep the smile from his face and the snickering that followed.
"Problem, Snickers?"
Jack North arrived at the University, right on time for the open day it was having. He signed the forms with a swift flourish, putting himself in the category for dagger lessons.
PC Name: Vincent Krome (He x'ed down Jack North as his alias.)
Sports Club Class 1 (-20gn): Daggers
Any other relevant information about your PC and the Club? Stabbity
His head was clean shaven, minus a few nicks here or there where the razor met his scalp. Meanwhile, he'd let his beard grow out over the past few seasons. It wasn't by any means as bushy as a full grown man's might be, but it was impressive enough given his tender age.
He wore simple clothes, woolen shirt and trousers with knee boots of leather. Fastened to his belt was the blunt short sword he carried everywhere in its scabbard.
His new look of shaven head and full beard gave him an air of age that belied his youth. These features accentuated the hard angles of his face, lending him a leaner and more severe look.
He wasn't here for the academic open day, but more interested in the so-called sports clubs. These physical fitness clubs ran alongside the more scholastic pursuits of the University.
He arrived through the snow, into the building proper. There he received directions from a snooty receptionist, that he ought to go to the courtyard. It was in the rear of the building, past a very long corridor.
When he reached it, Jack found that the staff had shoveled the snow in neat snowbanks to the side. Torches illuminated the area, filling it with a deep warm glow despite the cold dark above. Covering the ground, dark grasses with cobbled stones for feet to find easy balance.
A crowd of prospective members were also gathered there. One would presume to learn the dagger, or some other fighting style. It seemed the open day had produced a good amount of interest. Jack had every expectation that they would drop out once the prices hiked the next few days. He shrugged at the thought. He still had some pocket change to blow on this class.
"Alright, people. Let's get you set up in the right group. Everyone seeking armed combat training, start with the blades on the far end of the courtyard. I want another line for shield users to arrange next to them. And finally daggers in the middle line. Archery students should line up to the far side of these groups. Any unarmed students, follow me to the indoors."
It seemed every group had their teachers arranged at the head of these lines. Jack tried to discern who among his own throng was the instructor. When it became clear that nobody knew, he cast about, wondering when he would arrive.
Finally, after a quarter of a break, by the time everyone else had engaged in their lessons, a woman entered. She came bursting into the courtyard, muttering loud apologies, clutching her head. Jack smirked, as he recognized the signs of a bad hangover.
"Alright..." She said, giving herself a moment to breathe. "My name is Thabita Dower. I'll be your instructor for dagger fighting." She squinted her eyes while taking in the line of students. Jack noticed her wince as the clashing of blunted iron implements all around. He couldn't keep the smile from his face and the snickering that followed.
"Problem, Snickers?"
