combat training

Building the thing was a part of the training all it's own. Having spent some time building palisades and defences for old mercenary companies when need demanded, it was an easy matter conceptually. And what's more, he had done this before, before the soldiering days, when he had worked on a...

It was a warm day at Astenvale Monastery. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and the squires, those most unruly creatures, were training. Syr Faramund, known simply as "the Mund" by many, oversaw the day's training. 'Watch your left!' He bellowed, channelling his inner sergeant to make his...

Her mind was scattered. It can't be helped, Raea thought. Cold winter air burned in her lungs. Her fingers were cold to the touch but Rysorian's blade stayed with her. It was as if it had become a vice, something to anchor her to reality. She had always been attacked by monsters in a way that...

He looked forward, knowing that the weather didn't fancy him. In truth, Diedrick hated rain with every fiber of his being. It was wet, unwelcoming. It created mud everywhere and painted his beloved skies a moldy grey. Despite wearing a waterproof jacket, the exposed parts of Diedrick's body grew...