Spring 67, 516 AV, shortly after high noon
The night before it was decided by Sera Ravonai and her peers, that Irathia's berserker rage syndrome needed to be addressed. No one knew much about the issue, so further study was needed. A plan was devised to get Irathia angry so they could all witness what it did to her. After much debate, it was decided that Ser Imass would be taunted into fighting her and drawing out her rage though combat. Given the circumstances, Imass was the clear candidate to execute, as his reaction would be genuine.
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Ser Imass stood tall and silent in the training grounds amidst a group of Knights. They were speaking about the progress of their squires
Ser Gunther Royer, a Sergeant in the Silver Quadron, changed the subject of the conversation, "Ser Imass is pretty much a squire once again now, arn't you?"
The remark brought a few chuckles from the group. Ser Holsfast guffawed, "By the looks of it, Imass better be hitting the chow hall after this session,"
Ser Imass retorted quickly, trying to seem amiable despite being annoyed at the remarks. "I did not see any of you on the battlefield,"
"That's because you lagged, half-arse-Imass," Royer laughed.
Sera Ophelia remained quiet in the circle.
"Why don't we spar then Ser Royer?" Imass said now clearly annoyed.
"What? Me? HAH I would dust you too quick, we've seen your recent bouts,"
Ser Holsfast was quick to jump in, "Some of the squires here would dust you!"
Laughter among the circle erupted. Even the empathetic Ophelia couldn't help but smirk. Imass on the other-hand growled in anger; he had sacrificed years of his life in a dungeon for a campaign that none of them even participated in.
Gathering his tears, Ser Brutis, another Sargent announced, "Who here has the greenest squire? Let's pit him against, Imass,"
More laughter. More disdainful silence from the Akalak.
Sera Ophelia finally spoke with a quiet suggestion, "My squire Irathia would run circles around him,"
Ser Royer burst, "Yes! Squire Irathia! Bring her over, Sera, let's see her beat Imass,"
The Akalak growled angrily, revealing a row of broken teeth from battle, "So be it,"
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Stepping forward into the dueling circle, Ser Imass waited patiently for Sera Ophelia to fetch Irathia.
For protection the Akalak had gauntlets, a single shoulder plate on his right, and a visored-helmet; he could not handle full plate yet, for he had spent three years in a Sahovan Dungeon and lost his physical prowess. Over his body, he wore a simple black tabard; blue arms and legs exposed to the sun. On his hip hung a longsword and slung over his shoulder was a large circular shield.
As the young squire approached, the Akalak Knight growled in anger - revealing a row of broken teeth. Imass was outraged that his peers thought that Irathia could beat him down. The veteran's face was rough; his right eye lazy and forhead slightly bulged from a dented visor in a battle.