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[Sparhawk]

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Halting his mount on a slight bluff, Sparhawk surveys all the he see's and is both content, and chagrined at the same time. For much time has passed since he took his leave of the Mystic Templars, and decided to take up the cause of his then newfound friend Malo. remembered conversation... "together you and I with a friend long of my past, we'll build a new Legion, out of the ashes of the Mystic Templars we'll pull to our banner men and woman of high character and we'll call this The Legion of Honor so that we may be known throughout the realm for championing this virtue worthy of our sweat and blood."
Wearily sitting his saddle, Sparhawk is awoken from his reverie by the clanging of steel on steel. Surveying the scene below, Sparhawk see's some of the new legionaires practicing at their various profession of arms and is pleased. Nudging his Stallion Farren forward, he is soon upon the grounds of practiced weaponry. Where shouts of salutation and hails abound from the nearby walls.Accepting an invitation from one of thenew legionaires, Sparhawk grins to himself. Taking his position and awaiting the signal of beginning. Gauging the balance and feel of his sword, the way his shield comfortably rests in it's nitch, a small smile begins to play across his face. "We are finally beginning to grow..." Spurring Farren forward he meets the attack of this legionaire with a deft parry and counterstroke of his own. Engaging in the almost ritualistic beginnings of battle, his movements becoming fluid and serene. Parry : stroke : parry : counterstroke. His mind begins to wander to the days when he first came to the realm, and all those he's had the honor to call friend. Immediately he learns a few things, one of which he already knows: 1) Keep your attention to the task at hand, as this new legionaire is good. 2) Return forthwith to the old place of recruiting, while others journey throughout the realm looking for seasoned warriors who'd like to begin a new adventure. Look for the innocent who've not yet had a chance to become tainted by the everpresent shadow creeping across the land. 3) It's time to circulate once again, re-new some aquantinces through-out the realm.
Finally realizing he's let this battle last longer than he should have, ( as the others are gathered to now watch this new legionaire and the " Defender of Honor " have at each other with the blade. Unleashing his attacks more markedly, he calls forth his "Divine Fury" allowing his blade to increase it's tempo. As stroke after stroke begins to rain down on the newly accepted legionaire forcing him to take a total defensive posture, seeing his opening and using the " double attack " out of his bag of tricks soon has the newest of the legion calling out " I yield. "
Giving this new legionaire an honorific salute to a match well fought, Sparhawk gets some water and grain for his steed, and returns to his place of reverie atop the slight knoll where his thoughts are free to contemplate his and his new legions future.
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signed this day...
Sparhawk
Praefectus Castrorum
Defender of Honor
Knight of the Council
Legion of Honor guild