Training a White Blade

[Shadir]

He was waiting in the entrance hall of the Academy, where the guard had left him with another novice. He was wearing the White Blade clothing that had been given to him earlier, it was very comfortable and well fitting, and the boots seemed to bend ever so perfectly with his feet. He was waiting with another novice, he had never seen him before, though. The novice had said that his master told him there where a total of three new novices, before he left on some errand. Where was the third? Perhaps, and hopefully, he, or she, would arrive soon. A few Clerics of Quintessence walked into the room from one archway, in their typical flowing, layered and guilded robes, walking with their heads bowed, and their arms in front of them, they moved in front of the waiting novices. Before Shadir could react, one cleric spun on him, drawing a sword that had been concealed on his back, and held its tip against his the base of his jaw, at the opening between the jaw and the neck, ready to stab it into his brain, while the other hand held at his throat. "Not all is as it seems, always be weary, always be prepared. This is your first lesson." The Greater White Blade said, as he lowered his blade, snapping it back into it's concealed scabbard. We will begin teaching you the basics of how to run, jump, climb, hide, and act like a human as soon as the last novice arrives.

[Shadir]

Shadir and the rest of the white blades moved down the hall to a strange room. There where short walls, pillars, ledges, anything climbable you could imagine. They where all molded to resemble specific objects or buildings. Looking back as far as he could, Shadir noticed a ledge, likely no more than an inch wide, that was thirty feet away from the other ledge. It was a sheer ten foot wall to get up that.
"This is your ultimate test to be promoted. On top of the hardest to reach platform is three feathers, one for each of you. When you get these feathers, your training will progress. Of course, you will not be able to do so today. This will test everything we will teach you. Your knowledge of foreign customs, your hand combat ability, your stealth, your persuasiveness, everything. Until you get that feather, you will remain a Novice. Get as far as you can now, we will start training tonight." The White Blade had said, turning around to leave.
There was perhaps a hundred square feet floor space in this room, and the ceiling was far above them. Shadir noticed a few people scattered about the obstacle course, he guessed they would test what the course itself could not. After a quick glance to the others, he walked up to the nearest wall. It was a pretty decent-sized wall, about ten feet high. However, the brickwork was set so that it wasn't much harder to climb then a tree would be. Once he got up there, he noticed a ledge ten feet away, that he could jump to, so he did. There where several smaller ledges in a row leading up to a larger one with a man on them. He could not simply jump from one to the other, so he got a running start, and sped along, hopping each one, only stopping at the large ledge. There, a man stood. Just as Shadir opened his mouth to speak, the man punched him. The blow knocked him off balance, and he fell to the ground.
"You are done for today, let us see how the others fair in there first time through."

[Shadir]

((Stop posting in a different thread, it's confusing We'll wait a bit for now, Kinether might want to make an elven assassin too.))

[Shadir]

The last white blade ran through the maze of pillars and walls, barely making each jump. When he got to the first man, he swung a punch straight for his nose, only to have his arm pushed aside, spun in a way that he heard a loud “crack”, and felt a searing pain. The White Blade trainee kicked up, his foot heading straight for the tester’s groin. The tester sent up his own leg, knocking the trainee’s out of the way, and knocking him off balance. The trainee punched forward, the crude blow was enough to knock the tester off balance, and he fell to the floor. Fortunately for the trainee, the platform was large enough for him to not fall off. It took him a while to find a route to the next major platform without using his right arm, but when he got there an elf started to talk to him in a strange language. When the trainee got confused, the tester sighed, and blasted him off the ledge with magic.

“That’s enough for today!”

The next day, the White Blades met in a mostly empty room in the Academy. On at table there where three full white bags.
“These bags can be put on under your cloak; they will hide themselves well, and are easily accessible, while only looking suspicious while full. You are expected to be able to do everything we train you to do while carrying a large amount of gear on your back, so you must wear it at all times. In addition the the metal bars at the bottom weighing you down, they contain books on everything from foreign languages, architecture, and culture to foreign plants. You are expected to learn these inside and out in your own time. If you haven’t yet noticed, the knowledge will be required to pass your test. Tomorrow we will start hand to hand training. Once you can kill a squad of humans unarmed, we give you a dagger and have you do the same thing. Then we give you another dagger, then a shortsword. All the while there will be stealth, speed, and endurance training every day. After you’re done combat, and are sufficiently fast, stealthy, and can scale any building with ease, we will start pain tolerance training. In other words, we’ll make your run ‘till you can’t run any more, then we’ll make you keep running, and just before you collapse, we’ll make you climb a perfectly flat wall. All the while, if we see you we shock you. Once you can do that, we will show you the most painful torture methods we know, so when the humans crudely try to bleed the information out of you, you just laugh. But don’t worry, combat training should be painful enough to get you at least partially ready for it. Any questions?”


((Elves are comparable to Drow in their training methods, that's why they're so skillz.))

[Orris]

Orris showed up early for training the next day. He had read almost all the books he was given, and could speak certain sentences in other languages. It was yet another platform training day. As usual, the three had made it passed the first, barely past the second, but as it being Orris' first time to get to the third, he was caught off guard by the elf underneath him when he jumped.

Orris felt his body jerk towards the ground, and hit it hard. He grabbed his ribs in pain, and continued back towards the trainer. "Why were you taken down so easily?"

Orris looked down. "I failed to scan my surroundings for trouble."

The trainer nodded and forced him to the side to watch as the others began.

[Shadir]

Shadir moved through the platforms with relative ease, doing better then expected, however he had the misfortune of coming across someone speaking to him in what sounded like Dwarven. With a painful thud, he was blasted off the platform. "I need to do more reading..." He mumbled as he arose.

Shortly after word they started combat training, learning various pressure points, and how to effectively kill while unarmed.

((We've covered plenty of in-game time to warrant their training, so we can pick up the pace now.))