WAKE UP! [Fight Training]

Fog rolled in over the moor, thick and pale.  It stalled the light of the sun and cast an eerie glow across the terra.  Aerndís was out for an early morning walk, getting used to the lay of the land that made up Arcanum, her new home.  The gladiatrix was settling in well but the recent placid atmosphere of the pack had her itching to spill blood.  So far she knew very little of her fellow pack members.  Were they all decent fighters?  Could she consider any of them to be of kindred spirit to herself?

The woman picked out a clearing and let loose a howl for the scourge of Arcanum to join her.  It was time to train.  She hoped to find some opponents that could at least rival her if not defeat her outright.  In order to become stronger she needed to fight those that were stronger.  Aerndís stretched lightly, senses alert for the approach of others.



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