initiate training

Alistair nervously stood at the front of the classroom as he persistently fiddled with several tools and magical equipment. He nearly knocked a whole stack of large books before he scrambled to grab hold of them. By now he could hear some of the initiates starting to wander into the class...

One after the other, Vittoria had thrown ten of her knives his way, all lined up before him. Ophir watched with a grim face, already knowing that anyone other than the D'Amour boy or the Strand Initiate would not stand a chance against the daughter of a famed First Level Dreadlord. "The chasm...

It had become clockwork by now, instructions detailing she was to wait at one of the many indoor training rooms, the same one every session she had been summoned to. Livia was dressed in tight and dark gear, expecting to be thrown about the room like usual and see what would trigger her...