Some joined the Legion for vengeance; the Abyss had taken everything they loved. Some joined for glory; this legendary army was as well known as their founder. And then there were some who joined for whimsy, who weren’t so much loyal to the legion as they were bored and looking for something to do with their lives. Rekka would be one of those people. Oh sure, he too drank of the wolve’s blood and swore and oath to serve the Legion and fight the abyss, renouncing all his previous covenants… But he did that too when he joined the Chaos Servants, so long ago. He was certain that should the opportunity present itself he would do so again.

Of course Rekka wasn’t so foolish to say this outloud. But his snide smirk and laidback attitude spoke much about his personality, and it shouldn’t be hard to guess he didn’t care much for “oaths”. The legion needed strong arms to fight their battles, and that’s what Rekka would give them. His loyalty, his faith, his word, these meant nothing. Only his axe mattered. So Rekka stood in the Farron Keep courtyard, where he had been for some time now. He had seen the legion train their warriors and Rekka even procured himself one of their torches. He showed off his proficiency with their weapons, utilizing his signature fire breathing to weave patterns and flames in ways unexpected.

In turn, Rekka was fairly impressed with the legion’s odd swordsmanship. Utilizing a great amount of strength and acrobatics, they flipped and spun around the battlefield, stopping only to parry a strike or take a moment to breath. Truly, these were some good warriors. But the more Rekka watched, the more he figured out their flaws and weaknesses. Certainly they were powerful and confusing fighters, but once you got rid of the confusing part they become more predictable. Still strong fighters, but Rekka could deal with strong fighters.

Aside from watching the Legion train, Rekka didn’t do much else. He had himself a few sticks and a bag of feathers. He also had a few stones he gathered during his walk around as well, and given some time, Rekka could craft himself some simple stone-tipped arrows. The Legion may favor their big swords or fire, but Rekka made due with what he could get. Though if he could find some of their charcoal resins, then he could certainly offer them firepower. As he carved some arrows, he wondered who the new recruits would be. The Legion had their numbers bolstered everyday, so he wouldn’t be surprised if a hundred undead show up. Of course he also imagined that being an Abyss Watcher was grueling work, and only those with both the skill in arms and the will of iron could stay. He imagined that if a hundred join, only ten would make it. Rekka wondered if any women would join, and his mind was filled with perverted thoughts.

Before anyone would notice him leering he quickly composed himself. If he intended to court women, then he would need to keep a stoic, yet emotional exterior. To be relaxed in the face of imminent danger but not so careless as to be distracted. So as he fletched arrows, Rekka [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DGe4RtPmWw]whistled[/url]. He wasn’t really sure of the tune, but it felt familiar, almost appropriate. He made a note that he should remember this tune for later. Maybe if he could find someone with a pleasant voice, he could make this into a song.

[color=ed1c24]“Yeah, a song… That’d be nice.”[/color]