Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Apr 14, 2007 11:20:33 GMT -5
Sean Fearon woke up.
he slowly got out of bed as the waking drums sounded and he put on his daily garments groggily.
"All get ready! Training will commence in ten! Outta 'yer cotts and get dressed! All get ready!"
Sean grunted and began to put on his pieces of armor.
Sean was a short silver spiked haired boy. he was three and ten years old. Sean had left his old village of where his family and friends resided so he could join the army.
He was told he was found without parents. that he just appeared one day in a few bushes as a newborn baby.
his parents were never found and he was considered by the villagers a miracle witness. He had a scar on his right shoulder. it was slightly strange to look at but he had gotten over it as well as many so very long ago.
he was roughly five and a half feet tall, a few muscles here and there, but nothing of real notice. he joined the army so he could help make some money for his village and also so he could get some experience in fighting if the time ever would come to defend.
"Five until training! All get ready!"
sean reached for his lance after he tightened all the straps of his armor and had belted a few provisions and such.
after he had his lance he began to walk out towards the training grounds.
as soon as he reached them he was instructed to begin the few warm up excersizes so that he wouldn't sprain anything as he trained.
his lance was quite hard to lift up as he had just began in the army as a page. his small ebon cape would occasionally get in his way or slow him down a bit.
it sometimes got annoying, but he got used to it anyway.
after he finished excersizing, he was instructed to start performing the few basic moves of the lance in front of one of the Legionares.
he performed all that he knew and was occasionally told to do it a bit differently and was guided on the proper formations.
he was in awe of the mages and their work. he was fascinated on how they really work magic, of which he would never understand.
all the other fellow pages and squires seemed at times a bit better than him or just as equal. he was glad not to be the only one who was quite...mediocre.
either way, he focused quite intentely on his training.
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he slowly got out of bed as the waking drums sounded and he put on his daily garments groggily.
"All get ready! Training will commence in ten! Outta 'yer cotts and get dressed! All get ready!"
Sean grunted and began to put on his pieces of armor.
Sean was a short silver spiked haired boy. he was three and ten years old. Sean had left his old village of where his family and friends resided so he could join the army.
He was told he was found without parents. that he just appeared one day in a few bushes as a newborn baby.
his parents were never found and he was considered by the villagers a miracle witness. He had a scar on his right shoulder. it was slightly strange to look at but he had gotten over it as well as many so very long ago.
he was roughly five and a half feet tall, a few muscles here and there, but nothing of real notice. he joined the army so he could help make some money for his village and also so he could get some experience in fighting if the time ever would come to defend.
"Five until training! All get ready!"
sean reached for his lance after he tightened all the straps of his armor and had belted a few provisions and such.
after he had his lance he began to walk out towards the training grounds.
as soon as he reached them he was instructed to begin the few warm up excersizes so that he wouldn't sprain anything as he trained.
his lance was quite hard to lift up as he had just began in the army as a page. his small ebon cape would occasionally get in his way or slow him down a bit.
it sometimes got annoying, but he got used to it anyway.
after he finished excersizing, he was instructed to start performing the few basic moves of the lance in front of one of the Legionares.
he performed all that he knew and was occasionally told to do it a bit differently and was guided on the proper formations.
he was in awe of the mages and their work. he was fascinated on how they really work magic, of which he would never understand.
all the other fellow pages and squires seemed at times a bit better than him or just as equal. he was glad not to be the only one who was quite...mediocre.
either way, he focused quite intentely on his training.
***
