Basic Falchion (Reliant please)
In homes and businesses across the city of Abestat, the flickering flames of candles burnt through their ninth mark. It was morning in the northern bay city of Prime Province, and a lone figure walked through the streets to the Academy of Combat in the Synesi Plateia.
The young human's name was Lauke, and he was an aspiring adventurer. Born and raised in the city of Abestat, he believed it was time to make his fortune and place his mark on the world of Telath. As he did not have exceptional skill in the fields of economics and politics, he believed his forte would lie in combat. However, only fools go out into the wilderness to slay monsters without any training. Hence, his destination.
As he arrived at the entrance to the Academy, he stopped to think. "Now, what did that elf say yesterbrightening?" he mused. "Ninth candlemark, I remembered that... teacher, named Akaim something... what else?" He thought for a few more seconds before his eyes widened in surprise. "The practice field!" he cried out, running for that spot of empty ground he had seen the brightening before, the place where students often improved their skill and technique. Was he going to be late?
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