"yo!" Renbato's thoughts.
Anyways...on with the story!
I left the church and walked purposefully to a larger building just across the street. Sarvis wanted my combat abilities tested if I was to join the ranks of the Forsaken. I was to meet with the resident warrior trainer of Deathknell, Danal Stern. Upon entering the building I saw that that it had quite a large interior with many chairs, a table or two, and a roaring fire-place. In the back stood an armor-clad Forsaken wearing a long rusty sword and a grim smirk. The characteristic look of someone who had seen too much blood and carnage. I guessed that he was Stern.
"Another recruit eh?" he growled
I nodded
"Well then let's get started….Prepare yourself!"
He took an old looking broadsword off the table in front of him and tossed it to me. I caught it deftly. If I had been a fighting man when I was alive, then it seemed that any battle skill I had possessed had abandoned me with my memories. I knew that this fight would be quick. I had no chance.
"Lest begin then! RAAAUUGGHH!" He flung himself toward me with such force that the table in front of him actually shattered as he continued his furious charge. It was then that I realized that he was willing and able to kill me. I could see it in his yellow eyes.
I can't die here…if I die…I'll never find answers!" I thought in panic
In a feeble attempt to save my mockery of a life, life I raised my blade and swung heavily at the incoming blur.
"CLANG!" He rammed his blade into mine, effectively knocking it aside. He then followed through with a savage uppercut to my jaw. I was thrown back at least ten feet and smashed into the wall of the building with a resounding "SMASH!"
The blow knocked me silly for a few moments. I looked up confusedly and saw him standing over me looking disgusted. He sheathed his sword.
"Pitiful…..You lack everything required to fight the scourge. Your hand-eye coordination is pathetic! You move slower than a limbless sloth! And your physical strength is abysmal! Why even try to defend yourself when your skills are obviously nothing compared to mine fool?" He roared.
My eyes narrowed in shame.
"However…"
I looked up at him.
"If you hadn't tried…you would be dead. In the end it was your will to protect your life that saved you. Perhaps there is some hope for you after all…but be warned! It will require months of harsh training. You might even die completing it. But I will shape you into a proud warrior of the Forsaken and of our monarch…The Dark Lady. Do you object?"
" No sir" I answered, getting to my feet.
"Then tall me your name ward." He said
"Renbato"
"Well then Renbato, I hereby take you on as a disciple of The Deathguard…the Forsaken elite. Now! Pick up your sword and fight!"
"Aye!" I cried and rushed him. Blade held high……..