Arlo Talworth
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The library in it's well organised array of knowledge to lend to the knight not of the resident order.
The lessons learned from well placed word from senior and junior alike, in age and in title.
The unlocking of further refinement of the craft of arcane defense.
All of this and more to reach the point the Enshrined Blade, Arlo Talworth, was presently. Studious, courteous, diligent and sharp, Arlo had played to his strengths with this assignment. As was foreseen. Out of all their limited in number Order, Arlo had proven himself to have the most aptitude and vocation for the arcane arts. Had he the liberty of learning indefinitely, what miracles could be gestured into being? But his purpose, both assigned and self determined, was single minded.
Defense. Much had been lost in the art of it in the craft of being champions. Steady numbers of the Enshrined had met their end from all too anachronistic arcane defenses. Such things were loaned attentions by virtue of Arlo's presence. A shimmering brute thing could be wreathed, yet too fragile under the sophistications of the academic world and sorcerous talents the ever encroaching moment revealed in combat. And laid low his number.
Arlo acted with all due diligence and effort to the importance of his task. To bolster and educate his comrades and organisation in their toolset, so that they as a whole might weather the magic-user's whims and pressures on the field. In metted killing arts they had few equals, able to lay low great numbers which shocking efficiency and galvanised purpose. Oath bound, vow sworn, Arlo had committed himself to the act of learning so that he might lend further shield to his fellow knights.
And so it was that he had formed new techniques and bolstered foundational skill using the fusion of the two Orders's wellsprings of talent in the art of magic.
But lessons untested where just theory in the brain. And the knight Arlo had a need within him to fulfil his purpose to contest, to defense, to service to his order. And so, to the training fields he had made with glad heart to enter, plate upon his personage, sword at belt, mystic principle to be measured against a foe. Offense was not the key to this progression, a simple resounding of combat would not suffice.
His exact words.
I require of you the full bore of aggression, so much it would make the lesser a fool to learn his mistake in thought, and the greater proven in their mastery of the wealth of knowledge imparted.
And so, Arlo stood to attention, waiting, his wits replaying the principles so recently pressed into publication in his doctrines, his mind recalling training manuals to be penned and spaken of, not yet worthy by deed to truly bring to form.
Today's the day I face from new found friend
A blow that would best the mightest of men
To shield my comrade is my diligent teaching cause
No glory to be won except to escape Enshrined flaws
Hector
The lessons learned from well placed word from senior and junior alike, in age and in title.
The unlocking of further refinement of the craft of arcane defense.
All of this and more to reach the point the Enshrined Blade, Arlo Talworth, was presently. Studious, courteous, diligent and sharp, Arlo had played to his strengths with this assignment. As was foreseen. Out of all their limited in number Order, Arlo had proven himself to have the most aptitude and vocation for the arcane arts. Had he the liberty of learning indefinitely, what miracles could be gestured into being? But his purpose, both assigned and self determined, was single minded.
Defense. Much had been lost in the art of it in the craft of being champions. Steady numbers of the Enshrined had met their end from all too anachronistic arcane defenses. Such things were loaned attentions by virtue of Arlo's presence. A shimmering brute thing could be wreathed, yet too fragile under the sophistications of the academic world and sorcerous talents the ever encroaching moment revealed in combat. And laid low his number.
Arlo acted with all due diligence and effort to the importance of his task. To bolster and educate his comrades and organisation in their toolset, so that they as a whole might weather the magic-user's whims and pressures on the field. In metted killing arts they had few equals, able to lay low great numbers which shocking efficiency and galvanised purpose. Oath bound, vow sworn, Arlo had committed himself to the act of learning so that he might lend further shield to his fellow knights.
And so it was that he had formed new techniques and bolstered foundational skill using the fusion of the two Orders's wellsprings of talent in the art of magic.
But lessons untested where just theory in the brain. And the knight Arlo had a need within him to fulfil his purpose to contest, to defense, to service to his order. And so, to the training fields he had made with glad heart to enter, plate upon his personage, sword at belt, mystic principle to be measured against a foe. Offense was not the key to this progression, a simple resounding of combat would not suffice.
His exact words.
I require of you the full bore of aggression, so much it would make the lesser a fool to learn his mistake in thought, and the greater proven in their mastery of the wealth of knowledge imparted.
And so, Arlo stood to attention, waiting, his wits replaying the principles so recently pressed into publication in his doctrines, his mind recalling training manuals to be penned and spaken of, not yet worthy by deed to truly bring to form.
Today's the day I face from new found friend
A blow that would best the mightest of men
To shield my comrade is my diligent teaching cause
No glory to be won except to escape Enshrined flaws
Hector