Solo First day of training.

[Perc]

8th of spring sunset. Perc was standing bleary eyed in front of the armory, patiently waiting for his patron to arrive. He was still aching all over from the beating he had received the day before, and he was pretty sure there where some obvious marks from it as well. Still, even as tired and bruised as he was, perc was still exited to start his training as a squire. That and he was quite curious as to what his patron actually looked like, all he had gotten was a name and a notice form the “Seems you are on time,good. I'm your patron, ser ramones” A tall man spoke up, looking over the tired farmboy, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the bruises on his squires body. Perc got a sheepish grin on his face as he noticed his patron looking at his bruises. before His patron could ask about them perc already spoke up. “Ah, sorry about that ser ramones. I couldn't wait to start my training and got into a spar with one of my roommates,” Perc let out an embarrassed chuckle, “He was a bit better at fighting then I though.” “Yes, I can obviously see that,” Ramones replied in an amused tone. “I'm quite pleased at the fact you are eager enough about your knighthood that you seek out training on your own. Keep that up and you will get far, just don't overdo it. I won't tone down my training just because you did something stupid on your own.” he let out a loud laugh and pushed open the door of the armory. Waving Perc to go inside. “Now, lets get you suited up shall we?” the knight said with a wide smile. Perc nodded in response. A wide smile on his face, as he followed the knight inside the armory. Eager to start his training. After an agonizing bell of ramones shoving perc into a heavy suit of full plate armor, while at the same time explaining what every single part of the suit was exactly for and the gruesome results of what happened when you put it wrong, not once, not twice but three times! Not to mention his patron forced him to get out of the suit and put it on himself afterward, to see if he remembered his instructions and when he made a few mistakes he forced him to start he process all over again. “Lets just continue on for now. Tomorrow however I expect you to pull on the armor by yourself without me first helping you. So you better remember how to do it, or we will once again be wasting an entire bell on suiting up.” Ramones said in a surprisingly kind tone. “Do you already know the way towards the squire training grounds?” Perc nodded. “Yes I do ser Ramones." “Well then lead the way.” Ramones motioned down the corridor. “Okay ser Ramones,” Perc responded as he turned around, trying to get used to the rather heavy amount of plates and chain mail hanging of his body. The farmboy had been lifting heavier things then a suit of plate in his life though, so the weight wasn't really such a big issue. He walked off in the opposite direction Ser ramones had waved towards. The squire didn't quite get why Ramones waved towards the wrong direction though to test him if he really knew where it was. Why would he lie about something like that? It took them a bit of time, but they arrived at the training grounds dispite perc taking a wrong turn somewhere. Ramones ushered perc away from the racks of weapons. “We won't be doing any weapon training for today perc. We are going to let you adapt to how to move in plate armor better and see where your limits lie before I'm going to give you something you can accidentally hurt yourself with.” Ramones stopped at a slim but wide part of the training ground that was fenced of from the rest. “This stretch is about 100 yards long Perc. You are going to do something called a wind sprint. You run the stretch in full plate armor and get two chimes of rest after each sprint.” “That doesn't sound impossible,” perc hesitantly spoke up.”How many times do I need run those hundred yards then?” without missing a beat and with a big grin on the mans face his patron answered. “twenty five times perc. Now I'll be running those with you to make sure you don't slack off. Lets get to it.” Perc looked at the hundred yards that suddenly looked a lot more of a challenge now that he knew he had to do it twenty five times in a row. Still he steeled his nerves and began to run the first stretch. Ramones however stopped him. “your faceplate is still up, you are going to run with it down.” perc nodded and flipped it down and began running the first stretch. Which was quickly proving to be a much harder task then he assumed. The armor was quickly becoming quite hot from the sun that was slowly creeping over the horizon and its weight, while distributed evenly over his body was still weighing him down considerably. After the first sprint Perc was still fresh, only slightly sweating from the exertion and the slowly building heat inside the armor. The second and the few following sprints wasn't much of a problem either, though the armor was slowly becoming hotter and hotter. Afer the tenth sprint though Perc was getting short on breath, his legs where slowly beginning to burn from the effort. “Come on perc!” Ramones yelled , giving him a ringing slap on his helmet. “You're already slowing down. Put your back in it!” Perc gritted his teeth and tried to speed back up until ramones stopped. Though it didn't help much, the following laps he slowly began slowing down, the fatigue becoming to hard for perc to wrestle through and keep running at his full speed. Slowing down to a crawling pace even though his patron kept 'encouraging' his squire to go faster. Perc had thought the previous laps had been a hard job, but when he came close to the twentieth sprint. Perc really was at the end of his strength. Sweat was running of perc's body and his legs felt as if somebody replaced his bones with lead and set his muscles on fire , after just a few dozen yards down of that lap Perc's leg gave out and he fell to the ground with a loud clanking crash. Only to get a slight kick to the ass for it from Ramones. “No resting during the run Perc, get up and make it to the end of this lap, only then you get your two chimes of rest.” He said in a calm voice as he gave him another kick to the but. Perc barely felt the kicks through the armor, and dimly realized somewhere in his fatigued mind that it wasn't supposed to hurt, just to make a point. He Groaned as he tried to force him back on his feet. Barely getting his torso a few inches of the ground before he crumbled and fell back to the ground. “I don't think I can get up again Ser,” He managed to mumble out. “I'm not asking if you think you can get up Perc, I'm telling you to get up and drag your arse to the end of this before taking a rest. What are you going to do when you are in the middle of combat with a bunch of ebonstryfe at the end of a harsh day of traveling? Politely ask if you can take a rest first? No you are, just as you are going to do now, going to push through the fatigue and separate their heads from their torso's. So show that you want to be a knight and steel your resolve.” Ser Ramones barked at the prone squire. Perc gathered his last shreds of energy and just focused on getting back on his feet. Fighting against his screaming muscles and the weight of the plate armor he was wearing. He fell back to the ground a single more time, but he knew that his patron wouldn't let him lie there and recuperate. Not with what ramones had already said today. So once more he pushed his weight of the ground and this time he managed to get himself back on his feet. Though he felt as if he could come crashing down to the ground every second. He began to move forward, it was far from a decent run, more a stumble that didn't end up with his ass on the ground. He arrived at the end of the stretch he kept standing, feeling that if he sat down now he wouldn't be able to force himself back on his feet for a long while. The last laps where pure hell, the only thing that kept Perc on upright was a strong will, and even towards the end that wasn't enough, on the last lap he just couldn't take the last few yards and once more fell down to the ground. Perc took a few heavy breaths as he saw the end of the stretch just a few yards ahead of him, the distance taunting him with the fact he couldn't make it. Perc grit his teeth, oh he might not walk over that bloody end line, but he was going to get over it. He began crawling the last few yards towards the end line. When he finally managed to crawl over the finishline he flopped over on his back and just watched the sunny day, not even having enough strenght to flip open his faceplate and let some fresh air come down towards him. Perc didn't care much though and just watched the sky, letting his screaming limbs rest. Perc heard footsteps coming closer and before he could try to turn his head to see who was coming he saw his patron looking down at him. The man knelt down and fiddled a bit with the leather strap of his helmet and pulled it off. Perc didn't say anything, he was to busy savoring the fresh air that he could now breathe in. “Well, that wasn't to bad a performance, though you still have a long way to go Perc.” ramones said in a normal tone. “Now just stay ehre and rest up for a moment, we still have a long day before us and we aren't done for today in the least!” ramones said with a way to happy smile on his face. Perc just groaned at the prospect of training in this state. He was so bloody screwed.

[Accolade]

Perc

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Running	+ 2 XP
Body Building	+ 1 XP
Observation	+ 1 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	How to suit up (wearing the armor)
•	Training exercise - Run Perc Run!

Notes :

Short and sweet. Good job!

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