jtsquish
Apprentice
The fog clears and you see yourself in a field where there are weapons strewn about, some sticking out of the ground. There are suits of armor lying in the grass, empty and rusted. Battered and torn banners with unrecognizable sigils are seen scattered throughout this ancient battlefield. Snow falls from the overcast sky, but when it lands it turns dark like ash and sinks into the earth. The clearing is large and disappears into a dense fog. The clangs and screams of battle can be heard echoing through the fog, but the sounds feel a lifetime away. There is a presence next to you. Kjeld is standing at your side. He speaks in a foreign tongue, but his words have meaning in the dream.
"War has been a part of this world for as long as we've had ancestors. It's been a part of the natural order since we first carved our spears and stood shoulder to shoulder as others did the same across the field. It's older than memory."
Kjeld takes Tule from his shoulder and drives the blade into the ground.
"It's been with us so long that war isn't even about survival for most anymore. It's a game for some. For the honorable warrior it's an art and just like any painter each has their own style."
A wolf standing as tall as Kjeld's waist comes to his side, his fur the same colors as the ones Kjeld wears around his shoulders.
"It's an art we should all learn in order to protect the things important to us. Some of us know how to hold the brush, but the strokes are without style. Unrefined. I'm opening a school in Brimmswatch to give others a place to perfect this art."
"The Skyn fram Vættfang, the "school of battle". I ask any of you that would be interested in attending this school or helping me teach others to better themselves in the art of battle to make themselves known. If we all learn together, if we train together, we can paint a picture that no one can ignore."
"War has been a part of this world for as long as we've had ancestors. It's been a part of the natural order since we first carved our spears and stood shoulder to shoulder as others did the same across the field. It's older than memory."
Kjeld takes Tule from his shoulder and drives the blade into the ground.
"It's been with us so long that war isn't even about survival for most anymore. It's a game for some. For the honorable warrior it's an art and just like any painter each has their own style."
A wolf standing as tall as Kjeld's waist comes to his side, his fur the same colors as the ones Kjeld wears around his shoulders.
"It's an art we should all learn in order to protect the things important to us. Some of us know how to hold the brush, but the strokes are without style. Unrefined. I'm opening a school in Brimmswatch to give others a place to perfect this art."
"The Skyn fram Vættfang, the "school of battle". I ask any of you that would be interested in attending this school or helping me teach others to better themselves in the art of battle to make themselves known. If we all learn together, if we train together, we can paint a picture that no one can ignore."