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Arn took the smaller man’s hand and shook it earnestly. He may have adopted many animalistic characteristics but still upheld many of the human rituals such as hand shaking and hugging. Though he had not hugged anybody in a very long time. He followed the man’s gaze towards the door that was not doing a good job keeping the noise inside. The hunter might not have had a sister but he remember the spats he and his brother had gotten into. Still, he pitied the man because men’s fight would simply turn into brawl. Eventually there would be an understanding between who ruled over who. This simple activity was also practiced in the animal kingdom which allowed for a structured system of rule. This was not often the case with females, especially human females.
The bear man cleared his troat and taking the hint attempted to continue the conversation in a manly attempt to delay Dallen’s return to that chaotic scene. He looked up to the sky. There seemed to be clear and still sunny skies. Looking back down at the inn keeper Arn shrugged. “I will try….some animals could be around.” He knew that some animals might try last minute fattening to survive the winter.
He continued on a more somber tone remember his own experience and what the young guard had told him. “The animals are behaving strange…” His brow had furrowed in worry and thought. He had not given it a real consideration but somehow saying it aloud forced him to think of the situation. He wondered if there was a connection between the clues he had found and the story of the guard.
He looked at Dallen, “I can go now. Can you keep my stuff?” He still had a few days until the market and he agreed with the inn keeper that getting as much meat before the winter was probably for the best of every one.
As they were talking he heard another bout of shouts. He almost wished that he could invite Dallen but Arn knew that it was much better to hunt alone. He did not have much gear and it would be easily stored in a corner by the Inn Keeper.
The bear man cleared his troat and taking the hint attempted to continue the conversation in a manly attempt to delay Dallen’s return to that chaotic scene. He looked up to the sky. There seemed to be clear and still sunny skies. Looking back down at the inn keeper Arn shrugged. “I will try….some animals could be around.” He knew that some animals might try last minute fattening to survive the winter.
He continued on a more somber tone remember his own experience and what the young guard had told him. “The animals are behaving strange…” His brow had furrowed in worry and thought. He had not given it a real consideration but somehow saying it aloud forced him to think of the situation. He wondered if there was a connection between the clues he had found and the story of the guard.
He looked at Dallen, “I can go now. Can you keep my stuff?” He still had a few days until the market and he agreed with the inn keeper that getting as much meat before the winter was probably for the best of every one.
As they were talking he heard another bout of shouts. He almost wished that he could invite Dallen but Arn knew that it was much better to hunt alone. He did not have much gear and it would be easily stored in a corner by the Inn Keeper.
Arn followed the pair to the designated area. He gave a sweeping look towards those in the vicinity. Almost as if it could be sensed in the air, heads started to turn to their passing. He noticed that the White haired knight seemed to command respect. A very obvious shield with two crossed swords became evident. How had he missed that? The battlemage's opinion of the man grew some. If the white haired knight was indeed the commanding officer, and if Arn remembered his knight ranks correctly he was, then the amount of reservation and propriety at Arn's apparent impudence was astronomical. Most knights, especially high born ones, would have lashed him with tongue and later maybe even with a proper cat o nine tails.
As it was, Arn had observed some dissatisfaction register on the face of the knight but he had attributed it to the way he usually talks which off puts people. Their short walk to the designated area had gathered quite the following. The news of the match spreading like waves upon a still lake. The anticipation was brimming on the eyes of those starting to gather. A group of designated men prepared the area eagerly. He caught the names and code names of the knights' he had been so bold as to lecture.
It seemed like the white haired Knight was indeed the Captain Tyrhallan in command of the current outfit which he and his mage battalion had been assigned to. The other, as he had suspected upon hearing the family name was the one named the Spider. Both were renowned fighters and the usually calm and collected battlemage started to feel a twinge of excitement at being able to witness their prowess. In battle, its hard to actually measure a man's skill as any move that wounds or kills is a good one. Even efficient fighters must sometimes sacrifice finesse for numbers in the battle field. But here, it was just the two of them. Only skill would determine the victor.
Sensing the impatience of those gathered added to his own desire to witness a good show, Arn pronounced loud and clear the match to begin. A burst of noise followed. Jeers, cheers and swears stirred a cacophony that would have been appropriate if this was a covert mission. Their position on the hill would perhaps work to their advantage. The ruckus might travel to the village of Presper. Any person in favor of the Belisian's would take the noise as a sign of hope. Those that would raise arms against them would interpret it as a sign of danger.
Whatever the case, the fight was underway. Despite the chaos on the sidelines, the two fighters were all on their world own inside the circles. Arn himself was captivated by the dance that the knights had embarked upon. He would be able to learn about these me in each strike. For though he was only a mage, he appreciated all aspects of martial prowess. The battlemage gulped as he felt more than saw the disturbance in the Aether fields around the two opponents. After all, blade wilders tapped in a different way to the life force of Gia.
This match was indeed something to devote one's attention to.
As it was, Arn had observed some dissatisfaction register on the face of the knight but he had attributed it to the way he usually talks which off puts people. Their short walk to the designated area had gathered quite the following. The news of the match spreading like waves upon a still lake. The anticipation was brimming on the eyes of those starting to gather. A group of designated men prepared the area eagerly. He caught the names and code names of the knights' he had been so bold as to lecture.
It seemed like the white haired Knight was indeed the Captain Tyrhallan in command of the current outfit which he and his mage battalion had been assigned to. The other, as he had suspected upon hearing the family name was the one named the Spider. Both were renowned fighters and the usually calm and collected battlemage started to feel a twinge of excitement at being able to witness their prowess. In battle, its hard to actually measure a man's skill as any move that wounds or kills is a good one. Even efficient fighters must sometimes sacrifice finesse for numbers in the battle field. But here, it was just the two of them. Only skill would determine the victor.
Sensing the impatience of those gathered added to his own desire to witness a good show, Arn pronounced loud and clear the match to begin. A burst of noise followed. Jeers, cheers and swears stirred a cacophony that would have been appropriate if this was a covert mission. Their position on the hill would perhaps work to their advantage. The ruckus might travel to the village of Presper. Any person in favor of the Belisian's would take the noise as a sign of hope. Those that would raise arms against them would interpret it as a sign of danger.
Whatever the case, the fight was underway. Despite the chaos on the sidelines, the two fighters were all on their world own inside the circles. Arn himself was captivated by the dance that the knights had embarked upon. He would be able to learn about these me in each strike. For though he was only a mage, he appreciated all aspects of martial prowess. The battlemage gulped as he felt more than saw the disturbance in the Aether fields around the two opponents. After all, blade wilders tapped in a different way to the life force of Gia.
This match was indeed something to devote one's attention to.
@TheMerlin@deia876lat no issue at all with you assuming I had started the match. I will post immediately so that you can continue and get started. this is basically you guys battle so I will be more on a spectator role. So take you time and I will post every now and then to provide some background and audience vibe.
Throughout history the military has always defined ranks, it would only logical to assume that even the common soldier would be able to tell who the officers and commanders would be, especially because in the heat of battle, when all is in disarray one cannot go around shouting, 'hey who is leading us?'
They commanding officers would usually display differences in outfit or symbolism to show rank.
However, we might assume that Arn simply isn't familiar enough with the knights and their officers, since they might be kept and trained separated, only seeing each other on the battlefield.
To be fair I asked what sort of rank insignia the two of them had. Even in today’s military it’s hard to see the rank unless they are up close. I can work that in but I was never told. That being said, how would the rank structure of the knights and regular soldiers be arranged or what titles? Also what insignia would each rank have?
I was wondering if I could offer some ranking structure for the mages. They are more ranked in terms of magic aptitude and battle experience.
Initiates-0 to 2 years and are the lowest magic users
Novices- 2 to 8 years
Adepts- 8 to 15 years
Masters- 15 years and over (this could be further subdivided if need be)
Regarding actual command or rank perhaps it could be a Bleach sort of structure i.e. First seat etc?
Also, perhaps rank symbols could be based on their robe color?
Initiates-white
Novices-grey
Adepts-brown
Masters-black
Stripes on their sleeves could denote rank
Initiates-0 to 2 years and are the lowest magic users
Novices- 2 to 8 years
Adepts- 8 to 15 years
Masters- 15 years and over (this could be further subdivided if need be)
Regarding actual command or rank perhaps it could be a Bleach sort of structure i.e. First seat etc?
Also, perhaps rank symbols could be based on their robe color?
Initiates-white
Novices-grey
Adepts-brown
Masters-black
Stripes on their sleeves could denote rank
Arn felt both men studying him. He felt no danger or awkwardness from this. He actually expected it from veteran soldiers which actually spoke beneficially for the two knights. They were appraising him not on the looks of his clothes or age but on actual battle efficiency and theat. He felt it only proper that he would do the same. It was easy to see that these two had seen many battles. Real ones at that. The way they held their weapons was very comfortable, very learned. The knights had managed to meld with their weapons to the point that it was part of them. Just as one forgets they have toes or arms until they are needed.
The battlemage’s eyes fluttered to Leo, who enthusiastically agreed to the proposal. It was not hard to imagine that the knight enjoyed the thrill of battle. After all, the clang of steel and the din of battle are but songs to an battle happy heart. His attention was demanded by the hidden tone in the other knight’s tone. While polite and proper, Arn had been on the receiving end of such tones all his military career. He had no problem sharing his origin and his mother’s occupation. Disrespect of either of these however, would land him in the brig again or perhaps in the stocks.
Instead of feeling annoyed or irritated at the condescending tone the obviously nobly birthed warrior sent his way, Arn merely shrugged. The battlemage’s own tone was calm and almost monotone. “I will readily be the Arbiter. For ease of communication allow me to introduce myself. I am Arn of the second Battlemage battalion, the Shooting Stars. I have no family name.” He offered this last statement as a way to prevent any further questioning not as a way of apology.
“I do not believe that rules and procedures would need to be enforced in a battle between knights. It is understood that your honor is your bond. The match rules will be simple. The battle ends upon loss of consciousness or forfeit. However, I will ensure that no excessive force is used and would like to ask you gentlemen do not feel honor bound to prevent defeat. After all, tomorrow will require all available swords.” His tone was without feeling but his words could be construed as insulting. Arn however merely held the two knights gaze.
“Might I suggest we move this to marshalling spot B? I believe that they have yet to fully utilize it for the on load of stores.” He turned his head in the direction though he was sure that they would know where that was. All squad leaders and supervisors had been given muster orders and locations.
The battlemage’s eyes fluttered to Leo, who enthusiastically agreed to the proposal. It was not hard to imagine that the knight enjoyed the thrill of battle. After all, the clang of steel and the din of battle are but songs to an battle happy heart. His attention was demanded by the hidden tone in the other knight’s tone. While polite and proper, Arn had been on the receiving end of such tones all his military career. He had no problem sharing his origin and his mother’s occupation. Disrespect of either of these however, would land him in the brig again or perhaps in the stocks.
Instead of feeling annoyed or irritated at the condescending tone the obviously nobly birthed warrior sent his way, Arn merely shrugged. The battlemage’s own tone was calm and almost monotone. “I will readily be the Arbiter. For ease of communication allow me to introduce myself. I am Arn of the second Battlemage battalion, the Shooting Stars. I have no family name.” He offered this last statement as a way to prevent any further questioning not as a way of apology.
“I do not believe that rules and procedures would need to be enforced in a battle between knights. It is understood that your honor is your bond. The match rules will be simple. The battle ends upon loss of consciousness or forfeit. However, I will ensure that no excessive force is used and would like to ask you gentlemen do not feel honor bound to prevent defeat. After all, tomorrow will require all available swords.” His tone was without feeling but his words could be construed as insulting. Arn however merely held the two knights gaze.
“Might I suggest we move this to marshalling spot B? I believe that they have yet to fully utilize it for the on load of stores.” He turned his head in the direction though he was sure that they would know where that was. All squad leaders and supervisors had been given muster orders and locations.
@TheMerlin I am working under the assumption that I don’t know. Would he be wearing an obvious rank device?
I hope my little rules and procedures are not too wrong. I just windged it.
Arn lowered his arms when Leo addressed him. He cancelled his connection with Gia and the casting ceased immediately. The feeling in his stomach dissipated and his heart rate went back to normal. He gave Leo a quizzical look. Most of sarcasm was lost on the battle mage. He wondered why there was an annoyed feeling in the air.
Apparently, he had walked in on another Knightly duel. Knights often dueled for honor, or to prove something or etc. While there was some sort of unwritten rule that Knights and mages were to never get along this fell along the lines of politics for him and he cared little for it. He never even knew what the disagreement was supposed to be anyway. When the knight with noble demeanor utilized his politically correct address the battle mage shrugged.
"I did not mean to intervene in any sort of practice or sparring session. However, as you are well aware gentlemen, training must be routed via the appropriate channels and sanctioned by the Commanding Officer. Unless, immediate training is necessary to ensure efficient and safe mission completion. If this was a sparing session, the rules state that there must be at least a witness to prevent any sparring from veering into brawls."
He approached the pair. He moved easily and confidently. He was not much shorter than Dalmer. He could appreciate both the knight's stature and obvious fitness levels. If a spar match was to ensue, the mage had no doubt that they would give a good show. This gave him an idea and addressed the warriors in an even but respectful tone.
"I understand that you gentlemen would like to blow off some steam instead of all this waiting. Honestly, I think your spar would perhaps serve as a diversion for the junior personnel which would boost their morale and prevent any last minute jitter from setting in." He looked both directly in the eyes. He did not care for politics but he cared for the lives of men and women who served in the military. Arn would do his best to keep as many alive as he could even if that meant his own death.
Apparently, he had walked in on another Knightly duel. Knights often dueled for honor, or to prove something or etc. While there was some sort of unwritten rule that Knights and mages were to never get along this fell along the lines of politics for him and he cared little for it. He never even knew what the disagreement was supposed to be anyway. When the knight with noble demeanor utilized his politically correct address the battle mage shrugged.
"I did not mean to intervene in any sort of practice or sparring session. However, as you are well aware gentlemen, training must be routed via the appropriate channels and sanctioned by the Commanding Officer. Unless, immediate training is necessary to ensure efficient and safe mission completion. If this was a sparing session, the rules state that there must be at least a witness to prevent any sparring from veering into brawls."
He approached the pair. He moved easily and confidently. He was not much shorter than Dalmer. He could appreciate both the knight's stature and obvious fitness levels. If a spar match was to ensue, the mage had no doubt that they would give a good show. This gave him an idea and addressed the warriors in an even but respectful tone.
"I understand that you gentlemen would like to blow off some steam instead of all this waiting. Honestly, I think your spar would perhaps serve as a diversion for the junior personnel which would boost their morale and prevent any last minute jitter from setting in." He looked both directly in the eyes. He did not care for politics but he cared for the lives of men and women who served in the military. Arn would do his best to keep as many alive as he could even if that meant his own death.
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