Location Syliran Order Recruitment Office

[Accolade]

Ser Erik was moved by the boy's words, a kelvic from Ravok. That alone would tell the horrors of the life that he led. Ravok was a vile and evil place and nothing good ever came from there. The boy seemed to have good intentions, but the mind was a fragile thing. Had the boy experienced too much, could he be trusted?

"You have a good heart Marrick Corvis, and you've come a long way to get here. Giving yourself to the order, well that's a noble thing to do. But what of you? You haven't been in our fair city for very long. Perhaps there may be other things you rather do? I'm not saying that you can't join, I'm just curious is all. Syliras is the home of the free, and we ask nothing of those who come to live here, other than they work to care for themselves.

Joining the order would be a good contribution, but is that really what you want? Do you understand what it means to be a Knight? Joining the order is more than getting a simple job. Is there anything that you desire, what will you fight for?"

[Marrick Corvis]

Winter 2nd 513 AV Marrick smiled in spite of himself when the Venerated Knight complimented his character. As Ser Erik Rainstrom spoke on, the little Kelvic listened carefully. Occasionally he would lilt his head to the one side or the other as he considered the Knights words. ‘What of me? He thought momentarily. He had considered this in his ponderings and he had an idea or two of what it would mean for him to go out into the world now alone. ‘His time in the City?’ His brow furrowed slightly as he thought contemplatively of the Knights statement. Marrick had soared over its walls, and its towers. Seen its stained glass windows, and watched its streets of people. Marrick smiled as he took the Venerable knights words to heart and thought on them. He stroked the minor amount of stubble that had grown on his chin since he had first gotten cleaned up and closed his pale blue eyes in thought. When he had considered Ser Eriks words carefully he opened his eyes again and spoke. “Aye, Ser. I have t’aught on my freedom, and teh be honest with ye koind Ser, I am afraid of being alone. The loife of a slave is one of working for another. Though the cercumstances are quite different.” Marrick flattened his lips a moment as he exhaled a sum of his discomfort with the topic out with his breath. “Please forgive my crude understanding of what it means teh be a Knoight. From what I have seen, being a knoight means a loife of service naut teh any one man, woman, or cruel owner. But rather, the people of this land an’ the oideals of its foundin.” The Kelvics manner lightened somewhat as he continued. “Yet the Knoights of thes land are naut a cloistered order, hiding within stone walls.” He walked around Ser Rainstroms desk and looked out the small window of his offices, at the passing grey clouds as they rolled onward. “Ye pass beyond, and ye keep thes place safe from folk, like the men that held meh as propertae.” He paused a moment and turned back to his kind host. “I met a Knoight by tha name of Trema on the day of moy liberation. He claimed a long loine of decent of folk that protected this great city and its lands. So it is, that I believe that my physical needs as a Kelvic would naut be denied me.” He contemplated his thought process a moment more and continued. “What I desire, what I want, n’ what I fight fer are one in the same.” Marrick paused a moment as he chose his next words very carefully. “Freedom, Ser Rainstrom.” He raised his eyebrows as if the idea of it were a novel thing to be regarded with serious thought. “Though, moy desire is not a selfish one. I want teh give thes freedom, ye have given me, teh others. I can thenk of no better a place, nor better folk teh achieve thes.” The Kelvic, with his clever pale blue eyes, searched the eyes of his host. “I well foight fer the folk o’ thes land, so that they well always be free.” He turned then to warm himself by the fire a moment and continued. “Tha warld is full of many slave masters Ser. Fear, Hunger, Greed and many uther evils, stalk us all in the twoilight of our loives.” He turned again, arms folded comfortably across his chest. “I want teh foight fer that freedom. It is the only way I can earn it fer moiself.”

[Accolade]

This one talked a lot, which was different from many who came in that could barely speak. He was also passionate about what he wanted and Ser Erik saw a use for him. The Knight waved his hand to get the kelvic to settle down and reached for the quill and ink on his desk. "I think we can find use for you. What would you say to working outside of the city, in the woods or at the Outpost?" The Knight started to write down the information and waited to hear from the kelvic.

[Marrick Corvis]

Winter 2nd 513 AV The Kelvic relaxed a little as the Venerated knight motioned at him soothingly. His seriousness melted away a little as Ser Rainstrom began to draw up papers. He turned back to the fire and looked into the flames, thinking on his offered assignment. The Kelvic inhaled loudly through his nose letting the warmth fill him. As he exhaled he spoke. “The Bronze Wood?” He said sounding a little tired, though contemplative. “The wood is vast, and indeed full of dangers.” He paused a moment looking at his hands. “I am flattered that ye thenk me ready fer an assoignment of such magnetude. Yet I am naut more then a scrapper. I foight well with meh fests, but I feel in my heart that the wood would require the use of a sword, bow, or spear.” He said thoughtfully. “The Knoights could give meh proper training in thes, I am ceartain.” He thought outloud compulsively. Marrick opened his eyes narrowly and stroked his stubbly chin. His thumb came to rest near his mouth, where he bit the nail in thought. At last he reached a conclusion and shook his head to wave off his concerns. “My apologies good ser. I thenk too much at toimes. My Gypsy always told me, I was too clever fer meh own good. The Bronze Wood will be a foine place.” He turned from the fire to join Ser Rainstrom at his table again, while he watched him put quill to parchment. The cheery crackle of the fire filled the silence of the room, with pleasant piffs, and the occasional pop. “Would yeh have toime teh answer a question or two about the assignment, and what I moight expect in the coming days, Ser Rainstrom?”

[Accolade]

Ser Erik was busy taking down the kelvic's information and trying to think up a patron that would be suited to the task. He didn't catch all of the boy's words, his mind was else where, taking down an extra note to make sure that the boy's patron would be up to deal with the sparky kelvic.

"Listen up. I've decided to send you to the Mithryn Outpost. It's a better place for training than the woods, and less going on around you to make your brain antsy. Your patron will be David Whitevine, he can explain to you what you'll be expecting once he meet with him at the outpost just outside the city."

[Marrick Corvis]

Winter 2nd 513 AV Marrick had not been talking, but observing the old Knight as he seemed to reach a conclusion. However, he was not prepared for the tone and timber in which the kind old Knight suddenly became a wise old General with war banners at his back barking orders that demanded obedience. In the hard wiring of his Kelvic brain, his slave conditioning kicked in forcing him to stand at attention without thinking about it. He listened closely as Ser Rainstrom spoke, his cool clever eyes fixed on a distant point. When the wise Knight finished with Marricks Assignment, he did not hesitate in his response. “Aye, Ser Rainstrom!” Marrick said with a projecting voice. There was nothing left to be said, nothing else to do, but wait for The scarred old Knight to issue him his sealed letter of introduction and wait to be dismissed.

[Accolade]

Ser Erik finished writing down the kelvic's information and filed it away first, then scribbled down a note for him to take to his patron. Standing up, he waved him forward to take the note. "I think you will do well with him. He is a very smart and capable lad. Good luck to you."

[Marrick Corvis]

Marrick stepped forward and took the note from the kindly old knight. He held the piece of parchment in his hands a moment smiled. He felt as though his life as a free Kelvic was getting off to a great start. Unable to contain his joy he smiled at Ser Rainstrom and bowed low. "Thank ye Ser. May your days be broight, and your noights warm." With his final words spoken he stood straight and butchered a salute to the old knight and strode from the room. The little Kelvic fought his own energy until at last he was out the doors to the recruitment offices and he leapt into the air with a shout and pumped his fist in victory.

[Sei Tendo]

Sei Tendo 1st of Winter 513AV Sei stood in front of the door, debating his next move and weighing his options. He stepped slowly through the threshold of the recruitment office, and just stood there. He had been thinking about joining for a while now, but he hadn't been able to workup the courage. He went to the front desk, and began to call for the owner. "Hello? Ser?"

[Accolade]

Ser Erik had just finished eating his lunch, a nice helping of beef and potatoes when he noticed a man enter and simply ask sir. This was the recruitment office, but seeing as the man said nothing one way or the other about what he wanted, Ser Erik assumed nothing. "Yes young man, may I help you?"