I. SEMI-CLOSED.

[letterandspirit]

WHO: Marcus Kane and people of personal interest.
WHAT: A slow appraisement of the Inquisition begins the subtle hunt for one mage in particular.
WHEN: The rest of the Emprise du Lion campaign.
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: This log is a catch all for specific starters for planned threads, and hence semi-closed, but entirely open for planning! Please let me know if you'd like to meet Kane and we can divine some kind of encounter.

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[letterandspirit]

It's a peculiar style, enough of such that Kane's wandering gaze settles for a time on where the swordsman fends off his opponent. He's fought all his life with a sword and shield, his musculature has adapted to the bearing of the shield, useful against the onslaught of the usual fare of demon and apostate, and the wielding of blade, and both have done him immense favours.

But who knows. This is, after all, Orlais.

The thought makes him smile, just a twinge, and permits himself to stand amongst the onlookers to see if the younger trainee will get the satisfaction he seeks against the two blades he fends against.

[equanimiti]

The trainee was holding his own against the dual-blading Templar, that was until Alayre finally gained the upper hand. He parried the trainee's blade with the Iceblade which hindered the Templar's movement due to its enchantment. As soon as his opponent's blade struck his, the trainee's arm went stiff. Normally, Alayre would've followed up with his smaller sword and cut the man's arm clean off. However, he would do no such thing here since this was just a spar. Instead, Alayre merely tapped the trainee's shoulder with the blunt end of his smaller sword to signify his victory.

A sound of distaste left his opponent's lips but so did a few bits of laughter. There's some humor to be had here at least. The dual-blading Templar certainly seemed to made his point loud and clear among the rest of them. Alayre may not use a traditional sword and shield style, but he could still get the job done.

"That's enough for today." He said once he sheathed his swords. "Can I please enjoy the morning in relative peace?" That request won a few chuckles. The poor man looked so accosted by the endless challengers he faced since dawn. Alayre hadn't known a moment's peace since breakfast.

[letterandspirit]

Kane settles in to watch the next nearest fight once the two-bladed swordsman claims his victory, only just hearing the last of the exchange on the wind amongst all the conversation and clamour of the training grounds in general. The experience levels are as patchy as one can hope for such a diverse outfit, full of trainees and men of experience, Templar mingled with mercenary and budding recruit alike.

He can usually pick out his brothers, and despite Alayre's unusual technique, he can identify him amongst the rest.

When Alayre's next passes by--

"Very sporting," he says, in what could be a Free Marches lilt. Not Starkhaven, by any means, something that is more borderline dwarven, for all that he is clearly a human.