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Sword Daekin Gye'ron Val Oriden's Tent
Timestamp: 23rd of Melora, Spring of Era XIV PF
Not long after leaving Sheng's office Gye'ron had headed to the fields where soldiers only stopping over in the Jade Legion set up their tents. He had been given commission as a low ranking officer. It was an important first step toward redeeming himself and reclaiming his honour. Never again would he abandon the military, never again would he abandon his honour.
Gye'ron set up his tent in a space that had recently been abandoned. To his left and right were two other tents, and three tents down was a common latrine. The life of a military man was something of a distant memory to him, but he was all too familiar with life in the wilderness of the Aelyrian Empire; living by himself, hunting for himself, cooking for himself, going to the washroom anywhere he felt like when he had to. Hardship was a maiden he'd bedded several times.
After setting up his tent Gye'ron carefully laid out his bed roll and blanket, placing his military dufflebag full of his possessions at the side of the tightly sealed tent. His next stop would be going to get his new equipment from the armoury, but first he had something to do in his tent.
He closed his eyes and pulled out his wand. He cleared the sounds and smells of the military grounds from his mind and relaxed himself. He focused his mind on one task; entering clara. Within five minutes he could once again see the world comfortably with his arcanic vision.
Gye'ron drew the ara around him into his vis, and once in the astral plane he focused on the plane of force and channeled essence from the plane through his vis. Once he had maxed out the vis-essence ratio his mind returned to the material plane and he charged the tent with the mana he had created. The anchor was complete, and he would be free to use his gate spell to return to the tent when he so desired.
With that task complete he left the tent and headed for the armoury.
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