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The air was thick with the sound of dulled blades. Much as it was each day in the once sleepy fishing village.. The light of the Sun was mostly hidden by clouds as it began to fall beneath the horizon, painting the sky shades of purple, pink, and orange. Korvus stood upon the raised dais near the yard, watching his men train. It had been many long months and they showed progress for it. He taught them discipline like they had never known, and while not all were fit, others stood up to the challenge and impressed. His efforts were not in vain.
With powerful strides, the Commander began to snake through the ranks. Watching as the men sparred one another, trained with dummy's, and conditioned. Each man under his care would be fit, both physically and mentally. He taught them to fight as he. A true warrior of Bane, men who fight with Faith as much as they would fight for it. He led them to the sermons, indoctrinating them to the tenants of Bane that they may better serve. One day each week, the men were even taught academics. History, Faith, Strategy, and psychology. Each man given the tools to serve the Black Hand with Honor and Skill..
With powerful strides, the Commander began to snake through the ranks. Watching as the men sparred one another, trained with dummy's, and conditioned. Each man under his care would be fit, both physically and mentally. He taught them to fight as he. A true warrior of Bane, men who fight with Faith as much as they would fight for it. He led them to the sermons, indoctrinating them to the tenants of Bane that they may better serve. One day each week, the men were even taught academics. History, Faith, Strategy, and psychology. Each man given the tools to serve the Black Hand with Honor and Skill..
