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[Draelmar Hold] Swords at Dawn (Sparring)
2 Immanis XV pf
The sky was still dark when Tarfuss wandered out into the recently shoveled courtyard of the Hold. It would be a good place for sparring and he had just such a meeting with his large Vagaran Boss this morning. He walked the perimeter, stretching a bit as he did, before settling down to more serious stretching. It was cold out and he could see his breath. The stars shone brightly in the crisp sky and he could hear the steps of the Legionnaires assigned to night guard duty up on the ramparts. He took out his blade and checked it - it was in fighting condition and ready to go.
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Bona Na Croin
"You are Legionnaires in order to die. I am sending you where you can die." French General
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