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((Sincerest apologies for delayed response)) Dal received such reassuring talk from Oliver well enough, humbly enough, yet it did much to keep his spirits high. His position of dour professionalism was tempered by such sincere encouragements. Unlike the years before where compliments would make...

Dal felt nothing but sympathy for the fellow, all nervousness and uncertainty about the manner of things. He absorbed the concerns and paid it mind internally, as Dal went about the business of first soothing the fellow's disposition before the lessons would be imparted, much less sparring. Dal...

The morning was scarcely into the moments of illumination as the drilling square become host to one squire Dal, who had within the crook of his arm two wooden longswords as he made approach to the centre. Those that had a mind to practice in the early hours often saw Dal perform his dedications...

"Good to be here, Syr Oliver," Dal replied truthfully, turning his head to match the eye of his superior. "I won't lie, my experience of combat runs deep. But as for spirits and the matter of magic, I am outclassed," Dal replied, his spine straight and his eye refusing to flinch to the truth...

The stone clean polished and full of purpose, marked by intent of a mind who had faced the things within the Blighted lands with full score regiments of dwarf for coin. Dal rotated it slowly, ponderously and thought deep. Carved the moment into his mind as he had the stone under direction. If...

I'm down for this!

The best intentions of Dal's initiative felt good to begin with, prangs of such a noble pursuit coddling his fighting spirit into further deed as he made steady pace forward. The thought of assisting those who fled the field, firing upon the number. It suited his desire for recognition, to make...

Retreat? Dal scowled at the burst of sanguine and thunder crash. There was more death to bestow in his determined eyes. This insane lot deserve to be put down. Dal huffed and rolled his shoulders. But who am I to argue with orders of better ranking. He looked around with rising...

“Thanks,” Dal said, grateful that Kiros had the insight that he wouldn't be able to answer the question quite adequately. “Better this way perhaps. Can't lead you astray with my misunderstandings,” Dal breathed honestly. “Back to the scene of the crime,” Dal declared, knowing that he'd have...

With hammerblow and knife strike did Dal engage in closer measure to his foes, operating in tight proximity to the enemy that was becoming more evasive as they bundled their forces together to form a blackened curtain around their position. Still, their numbers were dwindling, yet not their...

Dal gave a neutral expression. His ear twitched for a moment as he heard someone coughing out their lungs nearby from inhaling too much from a pipe. The sound of habits of soldiers at rest. Or influencing one another to have less capacity in their lungs, he thought. "Was wounded. Badly. This...

Good, she rouses. More cuts then. Dal ceased to use his voice as a shield and instead anticipated a surge of motion from one of the cultists. Boar's tusk it is. Dal hid the chosen stance with a small flourish, raising the blade to his right shoulder and then arcing the blade over his head...

Sans plate mail, Dal's fighting style was free and limber. His length of his blade was used to devastating effect, slicing the meat of the problems that assailed him. His jaw fixed, his eyes firmed, his blade rushed to end the foes that sought to overwhelm and shiv. As Dals' cuts landed between...

Dal was somewhat set ajar in his confidence of things as Kiros placed the accurate question to his vagueries. He turned his left foot, his shoulders arched back slightly, as if he was ready to roll the question over his back and behind him. He gave out a low 'hmm', not in affirmation, but...

Dal's expression remained serious as his temper still roiled his gut even as assurances came plentiful from Kiros. It allowed his frustrations to breathe and be quenched in small part, his mood becoming more hopeful for hearing an outside source of help. This wasn't a simple reading suggestion...