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My Old Friends
Thu Jul 6, 2006 07:05
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Zander had spent the best part of twenty minutes polishing his new sword collar-badge. He was still shocked and slightly disbelieving about his sudden raising to the rank of Dedicated. He had only been at the Black Tower for just over 7 months, and there were Soldiers who had been there ten years and not been raised. He still couldn't fathom why he had been raised, which was annoying, because Zander always liked to have an understanding of events surrounding himself, as they usually meant the difference between life and death for him.

Why me? I hate authority, and I do every thing I can to undermine it. Only two days before the mission I stole several Dedicated's clothes and hid them outside their quarters to take them down a peg. And now I'm one of them! It doesn't make sense. his thoughts had taken him round in this circle for a good few hours of this day and several more of the previous day, his raising day. He thus far hadn't come to any conclusion, other than the fact that he was an exceptional assassin and was learning quicker ways to kill at the quickest pace his tutors had ever seen, even by Black Tower standards.

Zander gave a tight sigh and gave up his pollishing-thinking ritual. Sliding the pin into his collar, he straightened his uniform and strode out of his quarters. He had been offered quarters with the other Dedicated, but had firmly refused due to the fact that he liked the people in the Soldiers barracks, and he didn't want to be seen as being above them in any other way than wearing the pin. This did prove to be rather a tough thing however, as many of those he had once knew very well now saluted and treated him differently. Apart from a select few, who seemed to not mind his change in rank.

Among a waving of salutes which he acknowledged, he made his way to the Travleeing Yards, and stepped through the next Gateway to the White Tower. He had a mind to attend a lesson today, and it was a lesson in knives. He had in fact brought his own with him, concealed for the most part, but still easily accessible. Old habits died hard after all. He made his way along the streets, heading in the general direction of where he remembered the Training Yards of the White Tower to be, located.

He arrived in tie for the teacher to begin the opening speech that was customary to lessons every where.

“Welcome to my knives lesson. I am Talaban Gaidin, you can call me Tal. I hail from Shol Arbela and was a member of a darker profession before joining the city guard. Before we start, please tell me your name and preferred weapon. Also include any prior weapons experience that you may have had. Note that there is a difference between using daggers and knives for close quarters work and using throwing blades. Be specific.”

Zander almost laughed, he had had experience in all of these things.

Knives are old old freinds to me. And they've never let me down yet, unlike most else he thought fondly.

"My name is Dedicated Zander Kilgas, Tal Gaidin. I have had considerable experiance with knives of all kinds and in all manners. Let's just say that I have had a rather colourful and illegal life for a while before arriving at the Black Tower. I know how to throw an acurate killing blow with a knife from anything up to 15 paces, even if it's moving, though that does make it more difficult," he smiled, "and I have used knives in close quarters more times than I would like to think of" he finished matter of factly.

Once he had finished he stepped back and allowed the others to introduce themselves and he observed the rest of the gathering of pupils for the lesson. He recognised a few. And one particularly made him smile.

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