18th day of Winter, 511 AV
It all but seemed like the squire had fallen off the face of the earth since the last time the two men had made plans to meet and exchange their expertise. Although Xalet believed his days after meeting Sutekh would have been like any other, the squire had found himself becoming involved in a huge incident of death and deceit that would last for nearly twenty days. There had been talk that Xalet managed to return back to the gates of Syliras, but his condition had been quite poor. It was lucky that the man was as hearty as he was, and the care he had received out in winter's fury was top notch. Seems it took more than a crossbow bolt to the shoulder or a blade to the stomach to stop the Akalak.
The squire made sure to contact the Priest of Yahal sometime after he had regained most of his strength, in order to face him in a more appropriate condition befitting his station as a squire of the Knights. Now, clad in his traditional outfit including his armor and equipment, Xalet was finally prepared to face the man. How much things had changed since they had last spoke when Xalet found that indeed, Priskil's mark was of little use directly in battle. Although he would never discredit the most radiant Priskil, he found use in his newest Mark from Wysar. This mark was created specifically for battle, and was exactly the tool to be honed in order to compete with those of magical aptitude.
Helm and gauntlets removed from his body, pack at his side, and shield upon his back, Xalet walked into the Temple searching for Sutekh, not having forgotten for a moment about their previous discussion. After all that Xalet had gone through, even with Wysar's most useful blessing the squire couldn't help but desire the chance to obtain even more power to act as a shield for his people and his city. His life was spared by a most divine intervention, and to forsake the chance of becoming more adequately skilled to combat the forces of darkness trained by Ebonstryfe, he would do what it took to learn of Yahal's touch.
It all but seemed like the squire had fallen off the face of the earth since the last time the two men had made plans to meet and exchange their expertise. Although Xalet believed his days after meeting Sutekh would have been like any other, the squire had found himself becoming involved in a huge incident of death and deceit that would last for nearly twenty days. There had been talk that Xalet managed to return back to the gates of Syliras, but his condition had been quite poor. It was lucky that the man was as hearty as he was, and the care he had received out in winter's fury was top notch. Seems it took more than a crossbow bolt to the shoulder or a blade to the stomach to stop the Akalak.
The squire made sure to contact the Priest of Yahal sometime after he had regained most of his strength, in order to face him in a more appropriate condition befitting his station as a squire of the Knights. Now, clad in his traditional outfit including his armor and equipment, Xalet was finally prepared to face the man. How much things had changed since they had last spoke when Xalet found that indeed, Priskil's mark was of little use directly in battle. Although he would never discredit the most radiant Priskil, he found use in his newest Mark from Wysar. This mark was created specifically for battle, and was exactly the tool to be honed in order to compete with those of magical aptitude.
Helm and gauntlets removed from his body, pack at his side, and shield upon his back, Xalet walked into the Temple searching for Sutekh, not having forgotten for a moment about their previous discussion. After all that Xalet had gone through, even with Wysar's most useful blessing the squire couldn't help but desire the chance to obtain even more power to act as a shield for his people and his city. His life was spared by a most divine intervention, and to forsake the chance of becoming more adequately skilled to combat the forces of darkness trained by Ebonstryfe, he would do what it took to learn of Yahal's touch.
