Flashback First steps.

[Vincent Gorvald]

Timestamp: Day 11 of Fall, 512

Vincent slipped off of the “Lady Grace” with a final glance back at the ship, for some time now he had known that this was no longer the life for him, since the sinking of the Alabaster things just hadn’t been the same. The time had come for him to move on, and Zeltiva seemed as likely a place as any to find whatever it was that he was looking for.

The first impulse was to head over to the “Kelp bar” the local watering hole, but Vincent knew that it would be full of sailors from the Alabaster and he wasn’t particularly in the mood for goodbyes. No, the first order of business would be to find where he was sleeping that night, the sun still hung high in the sky but he knew that the day could easily escape him if he started drinking now and he knew that if he didn’t have somewhere to stay he would end up returning to the ship and it’s jaws would close around him once again.

Vincent had been to Zeltiva a few times before but never really stopped to look around with a view to living in the place. There was a reasonable spread of races from all about Mizahar but the inhabitants seemed to be largely human, this suited Vincent just fine. While Vincent wasn’t a racist per-say he was much more comfortable in the presence of other humans. The docks had to be the biggest in all of Mizahar, and were buzzing with activity throughout. For someone who spent his life with a small group of people out in the middle of the sea, the noise and commotion left him feeling quite exposed.

Vincent continued to walk as he watched the people going about their business, everyone had a purpose, a goal and at the end of the day something to go home to. Vincent was all alone now, in a strange city. He knew he had to make a name for himself, he had to rise above this crowd. There was no way that Vincent would be forgotten; he wasn’t going to be just another face among the masses. All of these ideas whirled around in his head, it is amazing how he had taken not ten steps off of the ship and he was already giving himself grand ideas. He chuckled to himself at this and moved off the wharves, through the docks district and into the town proper in search of a place to stay.

[Vincent Gorvald]

It was a pleasant day, the sun shone from a clear sky, there was a chilled wind coming in off the sea which bit right through Vincent's clothes to leave him feeling almost naked in its face. The wind was gone as soon as it had come, then it was back again, intermittently running through the city streets as Vincent passed from block to block.

Vincent walked through the streets rather listlessly, taking in the sights, relishing his freedom and looking for... something... he couldn't truly decide on a course of action, did he want to apply for membership in the shipping guild? did he want to get a room at an Inn and work out of there. Maybe get a job on a fishing boat, work at the markets. No, he was done with sea life, that was not his future, let someone else take that road, my future lies elsewhere!
Do I go to the University and see what I can study? No, no, I have never been one for study and research, I'll leave that to the scholars, perhaps... perhaps...

Vincent squinted at a half torn flyer sitting at the bottom of a shopfront window:

"Arm yourselves with skill, and a free mind.
Join the people who take hold of their own destiny.
The Exalted Storm Shrine. 19th. Midday.
-Trente Ostentatoire-Criard Eclatante, Equal Citizen of Zeltiva.

"Now that looks interesting!" Vincent said to himself.

Vincent entered the shop and questioned the shop keep about the flyer.

[Vincent Gorvald]

"Ahh, the martial association was an initiative of one of Zeltivas own, Trente. He organised the group in order to better prepare the people of Zeltiva for the inevitable. In this time of turmoil no one can be over prepared. He took us up to the stormshrine and had us sign an agreement, pledging ourselves to the cause." The Shopkeep proclaimed a wistful look in his eye as he remembered that day. "Unfortunately there have not been enough donations to get a hall or actual place to practice so we are left to make our own meetings or arange our meetings through Trente himself. He is very acommodating with such arrangements but for many people it is alot of time out of our already busy lives we cannot afford." He continued with a sigh.
This instantly set Vincents mind to buzzing and without a further word he stepped out into he street, followed by a strange look from the shop keeper. This is exactly the oppertunity he needed, as chance to test himself and gain the approval of the town.

Vincent, lost in thought, walked over to the Worlds end Grotto and purchased a room. He remembers saying he might be staying there for some days while he sorted out alternate arrangements. He then went down to the bar to do some... brain storming.

So many ideas to sift through, so many possibilities here. Vincent ordered himself a drink and sat there lost in thought for some time. Mulling over the implications caused by any actions he decided to take.

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Vincent realised that this was going to require a little more research, Vincent would need to know alot more about the association, it's philosophies, it's members in particular it's founding member Trente and what his views were on the associations progression. There was also the matter of the associations current funding, and what he could bring to the table but this was a more sensitive matter and would require some tact when approaching it.

Vincent realised that this association could be a fantastic way for him to follow in his fathers footsteps while also forging his own path and doing it HIS way. Yes, this was the key to his future Vincent just had to realise how to unlock its ful potential.

First step, as far as he could see would be to organise a meeting with one of the members and try to grill them for information.

The shop keeper had given him details on how to contact Trente in order to arrange meetings and so Vincent set about organising a sparring session with someone at a similar level to both teach and learn the use of the Longsword and to learn some more about the Martial Association.

Vincents letter read:

11th day of Fall, 512

"Dear Trente,
I hope his letter reaches you in good health, I am writing you concerning the Martial association of Zeltiva. I would like to join your association and if possible I would like to begin training right away. I have a profficiency in the use of a Longsword and would be able to teach once I have brushed up on my skills a bit since I have spent the last 15 years of my life at sea and I fear I would be rather rusty.

I would be interested in a meeting with someone who also prefers to fight with a Longsword and is versed in the philosophy of your association as I would like to learn some more about what drove you to create the association and where you see it going from here. I understand you are a busy man and I do not want to take up too much of your time, but if there is someone you trust will deliver the truth of this matter to me then I would be most greatful.

Sincerely,
Vincent Gorvald"

[Vincent Gorvald]

Continued in [Flashbck](open) Vincent learns about the Martial Association

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Rewards and Treasure! Experience Points +1 Writing Lores The Martial Association of Zeltiva Founder of the Martial Association: Trente Ostentatoire-Criard Eclatante Comments Good start! Welcome to Zeltiva~