The Black Rose Mercs
Rain pelted the training yard as you brought your staff up once more towards the straw training dummy that has just been brought out. Your chest heaves and your hands feel numb. You're been our here for hours, drilling on how to draw forth your mana reserves deeper than you ever have per the Captain's orders. The staff shook in your hand, already at your limits. The Sanctum seemed like a daydream compared to what was being asked of you now. As the rain drives down harder, the staff feels like a lead weight in your hands. Just as the staff is about to slip from your grasp, a firm gauntleted hand grips your wrist. You find yourself looking up into the emerald eyes of Captain Vesper Kane, leader of the Black Rose Mercenary company. The woman that now, legally, owns your life. She holds your wrist tight for a moment. Those sharp eyes watching you before she releases your wrist.
Her voice was firm, gruff and offered no sympathy. But a small flicker of something crossed her eyes before she turned and walked back into the guildhall.
Enough for today. Go get washed up. I'll check on you shortly.
Her voice was firm, gruff and offered no sympathy. But a small flicker of something crossed her eyes before she turned and walked back into the guildhall.
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