The Warrior's Code (Miro)

[Imass]

Fall 2 512

The sun sank low in the sky, but there was still two hours until dusk. The wind's current blew from the northwest and was moderate at best. The temperature was mild and the humidity moderate. Despite all this, the sky was overcast and bright. They traversed through a valley between the sea and the mountains. Hills ranged as far as the key could see to the southeast. To the north lied the tip of the mountain range that strikes north. The traveled west, north west in a desolate valley. It was lush and full of life, but untamed and raw with dangerous beauty. Deep autumn colors filled the land scape. Green-gold grass with rivers and wild groves of oaks. The paths were dusty and dry, but the golden brown life remained alive. The air was scented by wild herbs and flowers. Despite the cataclysm centuries before, nature had survived.

Ser Imass stood sword in hand and shield clasped close to heart. He wore padded armor under chain. Over that he wore a studded surcoat under a white Windoak tabard. At his waist was a thick belt and a scabbard for his blade. He wore greaves, foot guards, and gauntlets. With all his gear on Imass looked like a great bear. He was already three stones heavy and a head taller than most humans, but he also had a grip of gear on to protect his body. His tabard fluttered restless as gust's blew through the valley.

The Knight waited patiently for the new squire Miro to approach. He had summoned for him to train with him one on one. Imass wanted to listen to Miro's personality through the blade. He wanted to see what this guy was truly about. The Zealot had the faith that this Mage was truly a warrior at heart. Even if he had limited knowledge of sword play, imass would be able to tell what typeof man he was by exchanging blows.

Thus, Ser Imass stood waiting a stone's throw from the camp. He was far enough to talk to Miro without anyone hearing, but still in yelling range of the camp. The Knight had instructed squire Wilson to throw in some padded armor, chain, a shield, gauntlets, and a tabard on Miro and send him over.

When Miro finally approached he would see Imass looking at the horizon in silent thought. The akalak's face was grim and solemn, yet conviction shone through his eyes. He was face was that a grown man, bearded and square jawed. He had scars on his face and two missing teeth, but his pale golden eyes made up for all his combat wounds.

With fierce golden eyes the blue knight looked at Miro's eyes as he approached, "Draw your sword," The Knight's voice rang clear and deep with a Tukant accent. The blue warrior would brandish his sword on his shoulder, whilst Miro drew.

[Miro]

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