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Dusk was beginning to set as [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5182165]Leo Dalmer[/url] sat upon a hill overlooking the village of Presper, honing the edge of his saber for the umpteenth time while the forces of Belisio gathered overhead, airships flying in from every corner of the kingdom.

Even on the eve of battle he was the picture of a knight in meditation, calm and serene before the coming storm. Yet as the wind howled around him, so too did his blood thrill for combat. It [i]sang[/i] for it. For all his tranquil appearance, there was a beast within him waiting to be unleashed, hungering for action.

The other knights of Belisio never thought much of him for it. Not only was he of common birth, but he had come up from the ranks too. An upstart foot soldier who had risen to knighthood solely by the number of pirates he had slain, almost always on his own and receiving merits each time. A bad influence for the apprentices. 

Whether he was a glory hound or simply foolhardy, all agreed that had he been a lordless strider, he would surely have walked the path of a demon. One who fought simply for the sake of fighting and taking to bloodshed like a drunkard to wine. An enemy to peace. Still, he had his uses and his skill with the saber was undeniable.

Sensing a disturbance in the wind, Leo held his sharpening stone aloft over his blade as he looked up from his work and saw someone approach.