Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-25038310-20160117222622

Kilkreath, one year ago.

The people stared at the lone knight in the same manner as they would stare at a naked or deceased beggar ; bewildered, slightly confused, annoyed by his very presence. On itself, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He sat on a small stone bench in the middle of the town square, his greatsword resting on his shoulder as he stared at the ground. His azure blue cape was tattered and torn. His greatsword sharpened, yet it had not found a purpose for a long while.

Some people sometimes mocked him. People in groups sometimes whispered while throwing a stare at him from a distance. Town guards chuckled and laughed. A knight that didn't participate in battles. Even lowly alchemists had more purpose than him.

It was a day like any other, although this time there was someone that didn't simply stood before him and looked down at him without saying a word. This time someone simply engaged in conversation with the knight. Something that had never been attempted before. He had never deemed himself talkataive, but it was a nice change of pace.

It was quite peculiar. The conversation short. The questions simple.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting."

"For what?"

"Someone to pass on.. things. I am willing to teach, should you be willing to learn. Old techniques of the greatsword."

"I see. Do you think I can be thaught these techniques? I have little to pay with, but I can try to help you in any way in return."

''"Hm. Like a squire?" ''The knight asked, looking up. The woman raised his eyebrow at him inquistively. She obviously didn't like the title, but when it came down to it. She was curious what this knight could teach.

"Yes. Like a squire, of course. Provided I can be thaught these things."

''"That's completely up to you." ''The knight said as he rose from his seat. Although he looked lowly and uncapable of harm while sitting down, the man was tall, strong, and impressive for someone his age. He looked down at the woman. ''"Follow me." ''He said, as he walked off, expecting the woman to follow him. He didn't take a closer look at her face until later that day. And what he saw under her hood wasn't quite what he expected.

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Character Card Template:

Name: Allenna

Race: Nord

Gender: Female

Class: Swordsman

Weapons: Shortsword

Armour:  Steel armor, paired with a helmet with a visor.

Appearance: See Picture.

Backstory: A short conversation was all that it took to become the disciple of the knight known as Allant. The disciple of a man desperate to pass on his teachings.

Her former lack of knowledge of simple combat made her feel weak, so she decided to find someone who could teach her. Both of her parents were lowly alchemists, so she did not have any sort of acces to a dedicated Beast slayer or a proper swordman. Allant was handy, since he did not request any pay, much to her surprise.

She was thaught both smithing, archery, and various techniques with ehr shortsword. She is still inexperienced, and has not yet earned the right to wield a greatsword. She follows Allant and never strays too far from his side. The two keep their histories to themselves, and developed an uncanny and fragile relationship because of it.

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