Atreyu walk into the school of Granseal. Immeadiately, he was ammazed at the craftsmanship incorporated in the design of the building. He walked towards a magnificant tall door. He slowly pushed the door open, cautious of what could be on the other side. As he saw what was inside, he was even more ammazed than before. It was an impressive trainig area. He looked towards the center of the room and saw someone sitting in the middle of the floor. He then looked down at the small wooden sword he had in his hand. "How embarrassing" he thought to himself. He slowly paced towards the person sitting in the middle of the room. "Excuse me. Is this where I can learn to be a swordsman?" he said softly because he was unsure as to how the person would react.


(im sorry if im doin this all worng. im new so im not too sure how things work around here yet.)

ooc: Your doing fine, but I doubt the training would be so great, it was destroyed just recently.. the whole town was..

then what do i do? im soo confused with this site. there's soooo much stuff.

OOC: Your doing fine. Ignore Brand he never picks up on the fact that the city was NEVER destroyed. I'll beat it into him later.
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The man looked up from sharpening his sword on a whetting stone. The man or tihng before him looked like a Knight if it weren't for his lack of eyes or skin in the exposed parts. Standing up the man looked the armour up and down before breaking out in a grin. "Aye this is a good enough place to learn, shall I fetch a master for you? I dare say one of the elders will be able to help you." said the man very quickly, his head bobbing up and down as he spoke. "I myself am only a youngin and the masters are well trained." his head bobbing up down as he rushed over to a leather strap and pulled on it. No sound came and the young man looked shocked before grabbing the leather strap with both hands and jumping up and down on the leather.

One of the huge doors openned and a tall elf dressed in leath armour strode out of the room. A wicked curved blade strapped to her hip as she moved with alien graced past the young man, not without giving him a slap on the face for his stupidity. Stopping in front of the armour the woman looked him up and down before sighing. "I'll be teaching you, ignore the young fool he's brain is quite addled." said the elf shaking her head slowly before gesturing for the man to follow her to a large room filled with wooden poles. "Come we will train in here."

Atreyu followed the tall elf into the next room. He did not know what to expect. As he entered the room, he walked towards the center, unsure of where his new master wanted him. He stopped in the center and looked back at the elf. "So how do I get started on my path to become amaster swordsman?" he asked. "I am willing to do anything to earn that position." Atreyu said confidently.

(srry. short post.)

The elf woman nodded and looked the man up and down, making her own judgements about his skill. "I must first gauge what skill you have, please draw your weapon and attack this wooden log." said the woman calmly as a wooden pole burst from the ground in front of her feet. "But remember a soldier is not matched on his size or strength but on his skill, never assume you will win in strength alone" said the woman, tapping the wooden pole, "Now proceed"