Post by Rylan on Jun 24, 2017 10:35:34 GMT -5
Rylan crouched behind Old Man Robert’s house, using the shadows as his shield. He sprinted silently to the next house. Rylan went around the house, quickly and quietly, peering into the street. ‘Where is everyone?’ he wondered. That was his new mission. Rylan went quietly around town. He heard two women talking from up the road. The boy stopped in his tracks, perfectly still in the shadows.
“Where is this event being held again, Lucille?” One of the women asked.
“I believe it’s in front of the tavern.”
Rylan was officially interested, most events in front of the tavern were important. He sneaked from building to building, unseen and unheard. Finally, he reached the tavern.
He went out of the shadows and walked through the crowd. He looked in the middle of the crowd, on the makeshift stage. On the stage was most of the craftmasters, except for Chubbs, the chef. The baron was also there. Even the ranger was there.
“Welcome, humble people of Redmont Fief, welcome to the fourth annual public Choosing!
“Today, we will take three fifteen year olds from the village, and, along with our wards, they will get to choose their future!” Martin yelled.
Rylan’s heart felt like it would burst out of his chest, he didn’t have to be a blacksmith. Rylan knew seven fifteen year olds in the village, so two wouldn’t get to choose. He raced to the front, easily getting through the sea of people.
Martin began to read names off a list, “Yonder Throujh! Nebb Pike! Benjamin Horman! Theresa Bormickson and…” Rylan crossed his fingers, but the last name didn’t come when he expected it to. Rylan looked up at Martin and saw the ranger whisper a name in Martin’s ear.
“And… Rylan Rivers!”
Rylan’s smile widened and he leaped onto the stage.
“Okay,” Martin looked at the teenagers before him, “Tallest to shortest!”
The kids arranged themselves, Rylan was second to last, in front of Yonder, who was a short kid with thick wood glasses he obviously made himself.
“Okay, you first,” Martin pointed to the first in line, Rick Olpo, “Tell the baron your name, then pick one.”
“I’m Rick Olpo, my lord. I would like to go to battle school.”
The baron looked over at Sir Rodney.
Sir Rodney studied Rick, then stated, “I’ll take him.”
Next, Nebb Pike, a tall, bow legged kid who obviously liked horses.
“I’m Nebb Pike, sir. Horses are my passion.”
“Ulf?” Baron Arald asked.
“I’ve seen that kid ride, hell yes I'm takin’ him.” Ulf laughed.
It went on like this for a while, finally, it was Rylan’s turn.
“Umm, I’m Rylan Rivers, and..” Rylan thought for a while: ‘I can’t ride, not big enough for battle school, not good at writing, terrible public speaker…’
“Uh, I don’t know what school I want to be in, my lord.”
“Mhm…” The baron frowned.
The ranger walked over to the baron and whispered something in his ear. The baron slowly stood up and walked over to Rylan.
“Rylan, “ he said quietly in Rylan’s ear, “You're going to be a ranger.”
(OOC: I need a mentor, Tandar?)
“Where is this event being held again, Lucille?” One of the women asked.
“I believe it’s in front of the tavern.”
Rylan was officially interested, most events in front of the tavern were important. He sneaked from building to building, unseen and unheard. Finally, he reached the tavern.
He went out of the shadows and walked through the crowd. He looked in the middle of the crowd, on the makeshift stage. On the stage was most of the craftmasters, except for Chubbs, the chef. The baron was also there. Even the ranger was there.
“Welcome, humble people of Redmont Fief, welcome to the fourth annual public Choosing!
“Today, we will take three fifteen year olds from the village, and, along with our wards, they will get to choose their future!” Martin yelled.
Rylan’s heart felt like it would burst out of his chest, he didn’t have to be a blacksmith. Rylan knew seven fifteen year olds in the village, so two wouldn’t get to choose. He raced to the front, easily getting through the sea of people.
Martin began to read names off a list, “Yonder Throujh! Nebb Pike! Benjamin Horman! Theresa Bormickson and…” Rylan crossed his fingers, but the last name didn’t come when he expected it to. Rylan looked up at Martin and saw the ranger whisper a name in Martin’s ear.
“And… Rylan Rivers!”
Rylan’s smile widened and he leaped onto the stage.
“Okay,” Martin looked at the teenagers before him, “Tallest to shortest!”
The kids arranged themselves, Rylan was second to last, in front of Yonder, who was a short kid with thick wood glasses he obviously made himself.
“Okay, you first,” Martin pointed to the first in line, Rick Olpo, “Tell the baron your name, then pick one.”
“I’m Rick Olpo, my lord. I would like to go to battle school.”
The baron looked over at Sir Rodney.
Sir Rodney studied Rick, then stated, “I’ll take him.”
Next, Nebb Pike, a tall, bow legged kid who obviously liked horses.
“I’m Nebb Pike, sir. Horses are my passion.”
“Ulf?” Baron Arald asked.
“I’ve seen that kid ride, hell yes I'm takin’ him.” Ulf laughed.
It went on like this for a while, finally, it was Rylan’s turn.
“Umm, I’m Rylan Rivers, and..” Rylan thought for a while: ‘I can’t ride, not big enough for battle school, not good at writing, terrible public speaker…’
“Uh, I don’t know what school I want to be in, my lord.”
“Mhm…” The baron frowned.
The ranger walked over to the baron and whispered something in his ear. The baron slowly stood up and walked over to Rylan.
“Rylan, “ he said quietly in Rylan’s ear, “You're going to be a ranger.”
(OOC: I need a mentor, Tandar?)