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Sarodin gazed at the setting sun, he frowned. The lake moved serenely, shining in the twilight's glory. As Sarodin looked at the scenery, rather than his student's absence, he was returned to peace.

"I wonder what trouble the boy has gotten into..." Sarodin wondered. And while no one was there to hear him, he knew she was listening. His words were soon after met with a soft breeze, that leaned a tall cat tail plant onto his shoulder, a reassuring gesture.

Sarodin smiled, "Yes, You're right, he will be fine on his own."

Durim coughed up a small amount of blood before her growled in anger "That will cause you the most suffering.." He said as he pushed himself up and glared at them, he then let his anger get the best of him, dashing and punching the man that kicked him on the floor, causing a spurt of blood from an extra piece of metal of his glove, kicking one of the last three into the other before watching them run away.

He ignored the eyes and moved to the door, exiting the city and pulling the small map from his pouch. Making his way to the small lake where Sarodin was laying, he sighed and moved closer but not too close as to alert him, or so he thought.

((sorry for Typos. Most of the post were being posted late at night.))

Durim nodded and moved closer to Sarodin, his look softened for the tale Sarodin had shared but returned to his standard look. He hooked his helmet on his belt and set a hand on blackheart, letting it rest. He didn't speak a word the entire time, but remained still and at the ready for any instruction Sarodin would give him.

Durim nodded and moved closer to sarodin, looking at the water "An element..." He said quietly too himself as he looked at the sky then looking at black heart, the choice seemingly weighing a ton on him as he found it hard to choose

((We doing standard five elements? or we doing like D&D elements? and what were the standard five?))

"There is the grand library inside the university of course, but that is not available to commoners I'm afraid" Cailen answered, "Only scholars, nobles, or scribes may access the tomes. Also, allowing a mercenary to enter would discredit the reputation of the university, so you can understand the exclusiveness. The only way you could get inside would be an invite from a noble."

Cailen clutched his stomach as there was a lurch. He leaned forward slightly, and leaned against a column for support. When the feeling of sickness passed, he regained composure.

"I never could hold my alcohol," Cailen laughed slightly, "I can tolerate most poisons, but when it comes to an otherwise harmless drug I'm useless. Don't mind my rambling, if you really want some reading, we could always 'lift' it from some unwitting scholar as he exists the library."

Sarodin nodded, "Very well, we shall begin." Sarodin drew his blade and gestured for Durim's attention. He stretched his arm forward and had his blade aiming straight ahead of him, out toward the lake. A ray of dusk sunlight caught the sword and glinted off of it.

"We will start with infusing our weapon with the desired element, the practice known as imbuing. In your case, the added force of the torrent of flowing air surrounding the metal will add reinforcement to your strike," Sarodin described, "Now, to activate the wind, you will say the magical word for wind, which is gustil."

In turn, Sarodin spoke the word and his blade began to tremble slightly. Then, a gust began to jet from his hilt, and flew upward along the blade toward the tip, once there it would disperse.

"And to answer your potential question, while I mainly use the black flame bestowed to me by Lillian, I can also preform the other elements do to a long time of learning to master each in moderation," Sarodin said, then turned around to face a dead tree, sword still raised, "Now allow me to demonstrate it's potential."

Sarodin took a step forward, then in a single fluid motion thrust his blade into the trunk of the tree. The combined force of his strength and the wind drove through the bark and into the wood. Then, the air flowed inside the gash made by the still impaling sword, but could not escape. The pressure built as the torrent increased, then the trunk burst from the force, shattering into chunks and splinters of wood. The rest of the tree then collapsed to to the lack of a strong support. Sarodin swiftly pulled back his blade, and the wind dispersed. He then turned back to Durim, and gave a slight smile.

"Now imagine if that was a human torso," His whispering voice said with a note of joy in it, "Now, do not think that you will be able to right away replicate that. You are a skilled swordsmen, but the added force of the blade will throw you off at first. Also, Blackheart will require some adjusting to imbuing, the weapon's spirit must learn to master it as well as you."

Joss felt a hand lift him up as he fell to his knees. He was given a mask to cover his mouth. In front of him was a gentle looking man wearing a mask and holding a watering pitcher.
"They get like that if I don't give it water you know." the man said. He poured some water on a particular plant that was in the center.
"This whole labyrinth is actually one single plant. This plant can have various medicinal qualities depending on what kind of soil it grows on and how well you take care of it." He took another look at Joss, "Now, how about we get you some fresh air." He led joss out of the labyrinth.
(Sorry about waiting so long, it was writer's block)

Cailen chuckled, but shook his head, "Oh, no, no, friend. No such feats are intended, though I particularly like your thinking. I didn't think you had such a dark humor." He paced momentarily, each fall of his foot landing in the heel of his boot and curving carefully to the toes. "I was think more along the lines of a distraction. Stage a decoy then take the book off his person." Cailen proposed, "Honestly, I think the intellectual field of Lisbon is already bad enough without another scholar dead. Yet I doubt one article beguiled from a trusting individual due to a lack of libertarian access of what should be public knowledge would have much effect." Cailen then noticed a guard that stood post on the corner a few steps away looked uneasily at the two of them. He took Drexel by the arm and pulled him into a back alley street. "Come, It seems those who fight for a symbol of utmost holy value are unwelcome here. That seems to be the last thing you would want, arrested for conspiring to commit theft on the night you were recruited. All for the sake of some light reading."

(By the way everyone, do you think I am doing decently on the charming yet insufferable b*****d that is Cailen? I must admit I have a great deal of fun with this OC)

Sarodin watched the process of Durim's indoctrination with a personal sense of nostalgia, he couldn't help but muster a weak smile. Something in this warrior reminded him not of himself, but the young brash side of every young man and woman he had watched grow into a Gauntleteer. The bold ambition that would soon be crafted into a strong sense of discipline and loyalty to their siblings, and their own path of redemption.

Sarodin placed a hand on Durim's shoulder once he saw that his blade had not rejected the augmentation. He was surprised to sense that it accepted the power gladly, when most tools my first uneasily change to it's designs. A force of wind began emanating from the blade, small gusts lightly flying along the blade. "Perfect, your mind and weapon have adapted to the magic better than most before you. Now, you are ready to test it, but start calmly, or it might overwhelm you." Sarodin turned toward the lake once more, and pointed out to the waters lining the shore. "You blade will be your minds tool of manipulation, like a hand. Now, concentrate on what you wish to do, easily move your blade in accordance to that thought, and it should happen." Sarodin said, "It will be difficult now, but will become second nature in the future. I suggest you begin by lightly disturbing the water, then cause waves to form and up from their."