Winter 90, 513 Letixia slumped down on a rock, loosening her pack. This was the clearing she was told to meet her Patron at for her next training session. She'd been told to pack anything she might think she'd need for traveling, but to leave her armor behind. Her pack contained her waterskin, flint and steel, her eating knife, toiletries, and coin pouch. Her sword was strapped to her hip, her shield on her left arm. She ran her hand back through her hair, fluffing it, shaking it out, which felt nice in the cool breeze. She could see signs that Spring was just about here. Plants had buds waiting to bloom, animals were beginning to return. Even though the wind was still a bit chilly, it didn't quite have the bite it had a while back. Thunk. Right where Leti's eyes had been staring, an arrow stuck itself into a tree trunk. At first she was confused, then her training began kicking in. She immediately crouched low, raising her kite shield to cover as much of her body, particularly the vital points, as she could. She drew her sword with her right hand, and studied the arrow. She could see that it's tail was pointing west, so it must have traveled from there. She turned, slowly toward the land of the setting sun, glancing around the side of her shield, trying to find her assailant. Another arrow buried itself in the ground right next to her right foot, causing her to flinch. But this arrow had a note tied around its shaft. She sheathed her sword but kept her shield raised, expecting this to be a trick. She snatched up the arrow, and with some difficulty, extracted the note and unrolled it. She read it quickly, then sighed loudly. Letixia, your training has begun. For the next two days and nights you are to stay out here in the woods. You will fend for yourself, learn to survive. I, and others, will be around to ensure you're actually being proactive in your training, and if you do not take this seriously, will distribute punishment as we deem fit. Your Patron, Ser Ranqor She dropped the note to the ground, cursing her luck. This meant that she needed to find a more defensible position, a clearing was terrible when an unknown assailant was upon you. She snatched up her pack, and moved slowly out of the clearing, further into the woods, shield held up, eyes ever watchful for her Patron. |