[Storm Shrine] Prospects Gather (OPEN)

[Rawls Nox]

Rawls had been standing in the back of the crowd for some time, his folded note of invitation in hand. While his size and stature made him less than overlooked, his life as a citizen made him otherwise blend in. Just as in a fight, he had taken plenty of time to observe and watch the crowd. His interpretation of the note was simple. It was a call to take his life into his own hands, which sounded like a step in the right direction for him.

His initial interest was piqued at the suggestion of a martial school, but before he could choose to step forward, he had seen the Lord of Council step forward to speak with the young organizer. While he couldn't hear the bulk of the conversation, he stuck to body language, the exchange appearing benevolent in nature. Rawls had little interest in politics. His father had never cared for them either, probably due to his being honest.

Once the exchange had passed and it seemed less formal, the boxer took the moment to step in toward those signing up. His eyes surveyed those before him, a simple nod of respect being passed to Trente. Leaning down to write, he dipped the quill and signed his name, offering boxing and physical fitness and leaving the request line blank. He had never wielded a weapon, so it made little sense to request anything. If something came along that worked, he would learn it. If nothing else, it gave him sparring partners to practice and train with.

Having made his mark, he stepped out of the way of others. He almost turned to go before being curious as to how anyone would contact him. Stepping toward the trio speaking, his attention was on the organizer fully.

[Trente]

Trente smiled again, looking the man over. He could make a good addition, though he was surprised to see a Banshira without a weapon upon him. "A pleasure for us both, Satevis." He noted the man's name, not one he was likely to forget. His responsibility was to know everybody who signed the piece of paper, in time. And with Satevis he had a personal interest, he wondered what his relation to Nai'shee was. She sure had no reservations about who she spoke to, and that impressed Trente. He knew many women who were timid, and let fear rule their social lives. Not Nai'shee, and Trente could rely on the fact that she would never spare a single word to a person she didn't find worthy. It pleased him that he had passed her test. He made it a personal point of pride to never judge himself on the opinions of others, however confirmation of his own beliefs from time to time sure didn't hurt his pride at all.

"You're Banshira, no? Seems an uncommon name. You know, you won't be the only to attend the gatherings." He made a point of nodding toward Idue. They did indeed have different ideals, but he would accept Idue's help, his superior presence when it served him, and the people. He could almost say he was grateful. "Idue, a man of axes. He had a certain rawness to him. Hard for some to swallow, though I don't think any would doubt his skills. I'd expect him to b be a very effective teacher." Trente had praise for everyone, but it was rare for him to voice it. It wondered to himself if it was purely situation that had summoned this within him, or if he really did have so much respect for the crude man, who thought it his place at a ball.

"What of you? Axes, or have you another trade to teach? And what do you believe your temperament as a teacher to be?" The conversation lulled and Nai'shee responded light heartedly as always. He admired her conversationalist. It was not flowery, or strained, but simple, sometimes even shy, but never overly abashed. She was a comfortable conversationalist, something Trente was in short supply of in his life. Their experiences with one another certainly didn't hurt this aspect of their relationship. Relationship? He would think on this later.

For that moment he simply laughed, short and sincere, his thoughts of Maria and his mistakes already drifting to the back of his mind. "I know a thing or two about difficult lessons. Perhaps you should go a little easier on our students. Unless I do sign up, then perhaps we will see how hard of a mentor you can be." He gave a sly smile, he hasn't beyond open flirting. Perhaps if he were truly a leader he would shy from such fraternization, but as a simple administrative associate he saw no trouble to be gotten by speaking freely with beautiful women.

Seeing the attractive Rawls approach Trente quickly finished his topic with Nai'shee and looked to him, swaying a step aside to let him into the otherwise closed conversation. "I'll make sure to to let you know if anybody requests your specialty. If you'd like we can conduct the lessons more privately than others. I understand some forms of martial training can publicize one more than they wish." Then with a quick wink to Nai'shee and looked again to Rawls.

He was indeed attractive, strong, with a proud stance. His body was bulky, intimating, though not innately limber. Trente pegged him as a strong individual, one of the sort he much expected to be among the first wave of applicants to the association. He lacked balance, however, at least in appearance, and thought he hoped he was wrong he didn't let the prospect of being right bother him. No, all groups must start unbalanced, such enlightenment came in time, as the association finely tuned their beliefs amongst one another. He gave a respectful nod, "Sir." A word of greeting, then, "Have you any questions?" He wanted to ask if the man had signed up yet, but didn't wish to seem over eager. For all he knew this was a sailor man, there to threaten him, or discredit him how he assumed Maria might. He would be relieved when he realized otherwise.

[Cael]

Cael showed up with his bastard sword strapped to his back, holding a flier. There was a large crowd of people talking excitedly about something Cael had obviously missed. He could tell he was seriously late for this event. Oops... Looking around at all the people, he noticed how different they all were. Some looked like native Zeltivans, but others were clearly from other cities. At least he didn't stand out too much. With his all black attire and lack of shirt, he usually got a few stares by the locals. It wasn't his fault Zeltiva was much hotter than Avanthal. And he liked black. It was dramatic and wizardly. Besides, he liked the way his outfit showed off his gnosis mark. Walking through the crowd, he looked for the man leading this thing. He had no idea what he looked like, but he figured he'd find him soon enough.

[Paragon]

Adventurer's Loot Trente's Loot : Trente Skill XP Reward Observation +2 Leadership +3 Rhetoric +3 Socialisation +2 Interrogation +1 Philosophy +1 Lore: Satevis (acquaintance) Items or Consequences: A Sealed Message from Maria Nai'shee's Loot : Nai'shee Skill XP Reward Observation +2 Socialisation +2 Rhetoric +2 Writing +1 Philosophy +1 Lore: Satevis (acquaintance) Items or Consequences: Nil Satevis' Loot : Satevis Skill XP Reward Observation +2 Socialisation +2 Rhetoric +2 Writing +1 Philosophy +1 Lore: Nai'shee (acquaintance) Items or Consequences: Nil Leigo's Loot : Leigo Skill XP Reward Observation +1 Lore: Items or Consequences: Nil Rawis' Loot : Rawis Skill XP Reward Observation +1 Writing +1 Lore: Items or Consequences: Nil Cael's Loot : Cael Skill XP Reward Observation +1 Lore: Items or Consequences: Nil Great thread, it was fun to see a real "community" feel in Zeltiva. In addition to the lores and xp given in your individual grading, everyone should also take the following. Faction: Martial Association of Zeltiva If you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, don't hesitate to PM me.