Private Tales A black bud

[Vendar Goldwater]

Vendar stood near one of the windows that lined the walls, his eyes looking off to some far away place as he remembered all that had happend to bring him to this point. Already half a decade had passed since he first set foot near the orders central hub of operations. He could barely believe it, were it not for the evidence of his hardened muscles, forged through years of ardous labor and training he might have blown it off as some very vivid dream. But thankfully this was not the case, and though the years had not been easy by any account, he still shuddered as he remembered his first encounter with an undead, it had certainly been worth it no matter how grueling.

With a deep breath he snapped awake from his day dream taking a moment to look about him. He could hear movement in one of the nearby rooms meaning his master was up and about, he thought about heading to her but decided against it. He'd enjoy this nice winter morning as much as possible, she would evebtually call for him, templars rarely have off days after all.

 

[Skuld Zajac]

Skuld was sitting quietly in her room, reading over a few letters that had been sent to them about rumored undead activity. One spoke of a necromancer in the area around a small village, but did not give further details. She scoffed at the lack of details on most of the letters. Did no one know what kind of information the chapter needed to send out patrols to backwater towns and villages on a whim!?

She rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance, setting the letters on the small table table next to her bed. She would have to check out a few of them with Vendar later. Most of the reported sightings were close enough that they would be able to check them out without wasting too much time in a single area. The Spine was a vast place, but given names of villages was a start.

Pulling the simple tunic off and replacing it for a fresh one, she began to dress for the day. They would need to speak with the quarter master before leaving, informing them of what the pair would be taking in order to search out these threats against the safety of the people.

Her master had drilled into her head the importance of training the next templar for the Order of the Black Rose, or even working with senior members of the chapter to brush up on what one already knew. It hadn't made her completely happy when she had to take on a pupil half a decade ago, her own master saying she was well able to train the next member.

Her master had gone on to work with other senior members, rather than taking another. Something that had made her happier than it truly should have. The knowledge that she was the last to be trained by him had made her glow with a sense of pride though.

Once her gambeson, breeches, and boots were on, she made for her pupils room. The soft click of her boots on the stone the only tell tale sign of her approach.

"Goldwater, I will meet you in the mess hall for breakfast. I will inform you of our tasks then and get your opinion on what is before us." Skuld hollered through the door after giving it a brief knock. She did not wait for him to open the door, choosing instead to head to the mess hall with haste. If she were lucky, they may have still had some of those meat pies left.