After finding a place and standing shoulder
to shoulder with the other potential ‘students’ in the ‘Moorcock Academy of
Combat Excellence’, Marlon risks a glimpse along the line.
Each class contains a dozen wannabes, so…
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…”
Four of them are going to be rejected.
Marlon prays to the mighty Kord that he be
one of the chosen twelve.
By borrowing a frightening amount of gold
from the Half-elf he’d recently adventured with, he’d managed to raise the
costs for a month's training.
Surely enough time to build upon the
Warrior skills he already possesses and learn some clever new fighter tricks?
An eye-patch wearing veteran walks down the
line taking payment.
“Yes… Yes… Yes…”
Directing each-one in turn to enter the
combat testing arena, Marlon realises that the selector is merely accepting by
position in line.
Marlon had counted sixteen in all.
Quickly, he turns to look behind him…
Only three!
He’s going to be rejected because he
idiotically stood in the wrong place!
His eyes start to well up when he gets a
bit of luck.
“No coin, no training!”
The grizzled veteran is practically shoving
a despondent looking boy out the front door.
“Please!”,
the young man cries.
“I need this! Let me work off my debt!”
His pleading falls on deaf ears however and, a relieved but slightly guilty feeling Marlon, hands over his fees and is
ushered in through the right door.
gonna have ta make sure the kid knows its was his due share and not a loan:-)
ReplyDeleteThat'd save Sereena from the endless (bump and) grind.
ReplyDelete;P