Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-24818339-20140221191821

Kyron, Kodlak, and the other man walked out of the living quarters and into the hall. Everyone was silent, but Kodlak broke it.

"So, shall we invite this young Breton to test his strength to see his worthiness?" Kodlak asked the Companions.

A series of mumbles went around the hall. "I see nothing wrong." "Sure." "We'll see what he's got." "Can I just have more mead?" All but one answered, and that was the Nord with Kodlak and Kyron.

Kodlak turned to him "Vilkas?" he asked. "What is your opinion?"

"Perhaps..." Vilkas said quietly.

"Then it is settled. We will send you with Vilkas to test your strength. Proceed." Kodlak announced.

Vilkas and Kyron walked out the back door.

"Here, you will face me. You won't kill me, just knock me onto my hind quarters.." Vilkas said. "What is your weapon of choice? Sword, dagger, battleaxe, greatsword, waraxe, warhammer, or just your fists?"

Kyron was no good with single handed weapons, and he had no two-handed weapons on him.

"Fists." He decided.

"Alright. Ready... GO!" Vilkas shouted.

Vilkas ran at Kyron. He slashed at Kyron, but he sidestepped. Kyron punched Vilkas in the arm, but that was no use. Vilkas bashed Kyron with a shield. He stumbled back, but caught his balance. Kyron ran at Vilkas and powerfully punched Vilkas in the jaw, and then powerfully in the stomach. Vilkas cut Kyrons arm with his sword as he fell. Vilkas hit the floor. He looked up, and then stood up.

"Alright, you got me. I suppose my shield's gotten a bit dented since my last battle. You also might want to take care of that wound. Here, take this to Eorlund Gray-Mane, ontop of the Skyforge." Vilkas pointed up at the forge. "He'll fix it right up." (I chose shield since the sword was already sharpened)

"But I'm not your m- fine." Kyron snapped back. He walked up towards the forge. A man with gray hair was tending the forge. "Are you Eorlund? Here's Vilkas' shield." "Ah, another new blood running errands for Vilkas? That man... nevermind. Here let me take that shield." Eorlund said. In about 30 seconds, the shield was good as new. "Do me a favor, will you please? Take Aela's new bow down to her." (Chose bow because she has shield already)

"Alright... But from here on out I'm not gonna be everybody's tiny errand boy. I joined this so I can help with actual problems, not deliver weapons to people who are in the next building." Kyron said.

Eorlund smiled. "Good job, whelp. Continue with that attitude and people might start respecting you. Now move along."

Kyron walked down the forge and into Jorvaskr and saw a woman with red hair. He walked up to her. "Are you Aela? I have your bow.."

"I see." Aela said. "Welcome new blood. But before you are actually a Companion, I have a task for you."

"It better something good other than being a delivery boy." Kyron said

"Oh, it is." Aela replied.