15 Winter 517
Since being promoted to Commander, Clyde hadn't spent much time in Ravok. Of late though he had been, so it made sense to better get to know the Ebonstryfe Unit under his command.
It also gave him a chance to better work on directing and leading his "people", and to see what they could do. If he wanted to some day lead more than a small unit such as this he'd need to work on his skills at leading people beyond the small ability he currently had.
At first glance they were normal enough, three men and two woman. One of the men was quite young, one closer to Clyde's age, and one much older. One of the woman looked a bit older, while the other somewhat smaller one looked comparable to his own. More by habit than anything else Clyde felt out through Cha with his aura sight, inspecting each of the 5 and the aural impressions laid bare before his sight.
While his main focus washed over the five in turn with magic, a bit on each with a greater focus sliding from one to the next in turn, Clyde took a deep calming breath and pushed off a smaller bit of his mind/focus into speaking with them. It was more of a mental/meditative tactic than an actual thing, but it seemed to work well enough for him. This smaller Clyde was in his mental space a younger version of himself, smaller and lesser akin to himself back in Syliras as a youth.
“So, as you all know, I am Clyde Sullins your commander. Mage of various skills. Lets get through the introductions, and we can get to the weaponless combat training for today. Name, rank, and focus.”
As each spoke Clyde turned his aural focus mainly onto them, examining their shifts and swirls of color as they spoke.
"Adam, Soldier, I prefer fighting with sword and shield." This was one of the youngest of the group, barely old enough perhaps to be a member. He spoke with a sincerity and conviction Clyde didn't quite display, as if every action he made as a solider was bringing glory to Rhysol and therefore of import.
"Bea, Soldier, I like to fight from a distance. Bows, throwing weapons, the like..." The next person, a woman, was older than Clyde but not by any means old. She also seemed a bit more well worn for this time. No less convicted than the first, but not so bright eyed and eager to earn glory at least.
The third person, another man though this one comparatively aged to Clyde, glanced a bit nervously at said commander before speaking. "Ch... Chris. Soldier. I'm a... Well mage as well, though not as compared to you sir."
Looking at the man, Clyde couldn't tell if his response was an affectation, or if he truly was intimidated by Clyde. Looking more closely at his aura, in time Clyde would find the tell-tale traces of djed. His djed traces were mainly focused around his hands and throat/mouth, common enough places for various magics though especially Reimancy. That however wasn't immediately apparent and still only told so much, nothing of his true power or level of skill really. Clyde waved to go on and the next man spoke in turn.
"Dan. Soldier. I know the wilds." The, by appearances, oldest member of the group. Dan did seem a bit rough. He was well enough fed and cleaned, but he had a atmosphere about him that reminded Clyde of the woods and of someone who looked more fitting stepping out from between two trees than a doorway.
Lastly was the other woman, in truth almost as old as Dan but not by appearances. "Eliza, soldier. Close combat."
Of the various people this one seemed to peak Clyde's interest the most. A bit mysterious, and with the hint of underlying layers. Once he'd had the chance to examine her aura he'd find djed traces as well, though snaking about most if not all of her limbs. Across her torso, arms, legs, her feet, fingers, basically all of her. This was of course much harder to figure out, as various magics involved similar locations and uses of magic across the body. The Flux, Morphing, Projection.
Everyone done with their introductions, Clyde nodded and turned to Eliza. A part of being a good leader, Clyde had come to understand, was using their underlings strengths appropriately. Delegating so to speak. He could do by not doing.
“Right, well Eliza, since your the resident expert on close combat, why don't you take the lead on instruction. Pair us off as best you can, and set us to training.”
WC: 783
