14th day of fall, 499AV
Vimos snapped suddenly out of sleep, the small amount he had gotten. Stretching, he stepped onto the cool stone floor of the soilders barracks, mostly empty now, the other soilders having been folded into their respective units. Today he would hopefully join his unit of choice, the illustrious scouts. Easily one of the most respected and toughest units, they worked year round in teams of 3 to 6 Isur, protecting the mountain roads and the earliest warning they had to attack. Trained in intelligence gathering, stealth, camoflauge, and other skills, by the end of training even the lowest of scouts could hide from large groups, kill from almost any range and survive out in the wilderness for weeks on end.
He pulled himself up off the small, sturdy wooden cot and gathered his clothing. Vimos warmed water in a stone basin built into the wall. Sighing contentedly, he washed his hair and face. Afterword, he tied up his hair with a simple green cloth. After a small breakfast, Vimos pulled on his soft leather boots and dagger, then started off to the training arena.
Just outside the arena Vimos ran into Tenna, another scout applicant. "Ah Vimos. You ready for this. I think your first." she greeted him warmly, offering her hand to shake. "Am I? I hadn't heard. I'm as ready as I can be." They shook, and Vimos opened the thick wooden door. Standing aside, he let Tenna by first. He followed behind, the door closing with an ominous thump.
The training arena's, there being several of them, were large rooms used mostly for weapon training and occasianally the scout trials. Each arena was about 60 ft around, circular and brightly lit. On the west wall was a small set of stands, while the other walls had weapon racks built in holding everything from crossbows, hand axes, shield all the way up to heavy two handed war hammers. The floor had about an inch of sand, to keep trainees from being seriously injured.
"Line up trainees." Vimos along with 6 other Isur quickly lined up in front of an older Isur, with short red hair and a deep emerald arm. Clasping his hands behind his back, he addressed the group. "My name is Triocolos, leader of the scout divisions." Gesturing to the stands, he continued. "The men over there are the captains of each unit. Their names are not importent, unless you are accepted. You are here because you applied, but also because you all showed considerable skill in all areas. Atlas, come here. Out from beside the stands a large shape moved. Triocolos smiled slightly. Slowly, but with purpose a huge Isur walked into the light. A couple of the others gasped or took a step back. "Vimos, your first. Come meet Atlas." Vimos stepped foward, offering his hand. Atlas engulfed Vimos's hand with his own. Easily 6 ft tall, Atlas was the biggest Isur he'd ever seen. "Remove your hair tie, shirt, and boots. Your to fight. Use anything you wish. If you can win, you will officially be a scout.While, you can use weapons, no lethal strikes. Everyone else, to the stands." Triocolos left them facing each other in the center of the room.