Raph is a fresh arrival in Gael, his master had just declared him fit to pursue his own path. To start things off Raph went down to the Enlistment Corps for the Daeron guardians. The man supervising the recruitment appeared to be a Taerin, very slight and pale with a natural grace to his movements that would mystify many. This, however; as Raph soon realized, had absolutely nothing to do with his personality.

"Ahh more fresh meat for the slaughter ehh? Got sick of butchering rats so you came here for something a little bit bigger?" Raph made to reply, but the gruff man cut him off before he could get a word in, "No matter, we'll know your mettle soon enough... GREEEEEEG!"

At the man's call a large burly man came over to the desk. "what do ye want Fie? ye don' 'ave te yell, I were standing just a few feet away"

"That's not important right now, we have a new enlistee! take him out to the courtyard and see what he's worth". said Fie

"Aye..." grumbled Greg, tapping Raph on the shoulder and leading him to a nearby door. Once out in the courtyard Greg went over the rules, "No  magic, no aiming at tha face an' no 'low-blows' pick yer trainin' weapon and lets start.

Raph picked up a wooden hammer from the nearby rack and whirled around, feet at the ready. "Now c'mon! Give me e'rythin' you got!" 

With a quick forward roll to the right Raph made as if to straighten up but threw himself into Greg instead, pinning him to the ground Raph leveled his hammer with Greg's head and asked "So, how did I do?"