Alldenburg gave a sigh of relief, "Good to hear it! After you were born, we knew that you were special!"
"Special sir?"
"Yes, special, but let us not speak anymore of the matter. Your training will begin with a aptitude test. Report to Warmaster Syre for weapon preference. Dismissed!"
Outside the throneroom Atemis the King's daughter awaited me with a smile. She said, "I couldn't help overhear the echos. It seems to me that you'd be a proficient paladin. You are kind to women, and everyone else around you. You also have that "Holy Aura" those monks at the abbey have."
I furrowed my brow, and replied, "I would actually like to be a hunter, with a bow, arrows, and knives like you, but I feel like you are right."
I turned and waved back jauntily. I headed over to the armory, When I got there I was confronted by a hulk of a man, he was a full six inches taller than me, legs like tree trunks, and a hard kind face. "Ok listen up, what we are going to do is hand you different weapons, and when you find one that is comfortable in your hands, you'll face me with it."
I nodded Dumbly. First he passed me a really demonic rod, and I gagged. He then handed me a holy rod, it made me feel holy, but it wasn't comfortable in my hands. Next he handed me a dual bladed axe, I hefted it and said, "This is it, but can I also try that hand and a half warhammer over there?"
"Sure." , he replied as he handed it to me.
When I had it in my hands I gave an audible, “Oof!†then with all my strength I handed it back to him and said with as much dignity as possible, “That’s not for me.â€
Then he handed the axe back to me, then brandished his forge iron and exclaimed, â€En gaurde!â€
Something clicked in my head, and with extreme alacrity I hefted my axe into the air, and boldly lunged at his ready weapon. As they clanged together, I saw the supprised look on his face as he parried each blow expertly. He saw an opening in my step, and took a horizantal swing. I quickly moved my axe haft into his line of attack, and launched a counter attack, but instead of a blow ment to kill, I caught his forge iron in the niche below my axe, and twisted with all my might. As I got the satisfaction of watching his weapon fly twinkling in the firelight to a corner of the room. After his breath calmed from a ragged rasp he cried, "I haven't been bested in a spar, since the Princess pinned my hand to the wall with a thrown knife, and beat me silly with my own forge iron!"
"So I pass?", I asked hopfully.
"Special sir?"
"Yes, special, but let us not speak anymore of the matter. Your training will begin with a aptitude test. Report to Warmaster Syre for weapon preference. Dismissed!"
Outside the throneroom Atemis the King's daughter awaited me with a smile. She said, "I couldn't help overhear the echos. It seems to me that you'd be a proficient paladin. You are kind to women, and everyone else around you. You also have that "Holy Aura" those monks at the abbey have."
I furrowed my brow, and replied, "I would actually like to be a hunter, with a bow, arrows, and knives like you, but I feel like you are right."
I turned and waved back jauntily. I headed over to the armory, When I got there I was confronted by a hulk of a man, he was a full six inches taller than me, legs like tree trunks, and a hard kind face. "Ok listen up, what we are going to do is hand you different weapons, and when you find one that is comfortable in your hands, you'll face me with it."
I nodded Dumbly. First he passed me a really demonic rod, and I gagged. He then handed me a holy rod, it made me feel holy, but it wasn't comfortable in my hands. Next he handed me a dual bladed axe, I hefted it and said, "This is it, but can I also try that hand and a half warhammer over there?"
"Sure." , he replied as he handed it to me.
When I had it in my hands I gave an audible, “Oof!†then with all my strength I handed it back to him and said with as much dignity as possible, “That’s not for me.â€
Then he handed the axe back to me, then brandished his forge iron and exclaimed, â€En gaurde!â€
Something clicked in my head, and with extreme alacrity I hefted my axe into the air, and boldly lunged at his ready weapon. As they clanged together, I saw the supprised look on his face as he parried each blow expertly. He saw an opening in my step, and took a horizantal swing. I quickly moved my axe haft into his line of attack, and launched a counter attack, but instead of a blow ment to kill, I caught his forge iron in the niche below my axe, and twisted with all my might. As I got the satisfaction of watching his weapon fly twinkling in the firelight to a corner of the room. After his breath calmed from a ragged rasp he cried, "I haven't been bested in a spar, since the Princess pinned my hand to the wall with a thrown knife, and beat me silly with my own forge iron!"
"So I pass?", I asked hopfully.
