Daniel,” the title most often used by the non-Aakacarns in the guild.
“Captain Bower is the Commander of the Benhannon Guard and any Sentinels at the Benhannon Estate must yield to him,” a broad-shouldered guardsman with a corporal stripe on his cuffs told the complainer, “Here at the Benhannon Northland Holding, the Guard yields to Sentinel Commander Herling, so shut your mouth and try not to embarrass me in front of all these people.”
Time seemed to move slowly as each minute in the promised half mark ticked by on the nine chrono disks, two on each wall and a huge one suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the vast room. The Sentinels in front of the tunnel began to shift and finally parted to make way for whoever was trying to gain entrance from building two.
Martin Varroon, a former Oceanic of the Aqua Guild, a Three-bolt Accomplished, entered first. His hair and beard were neatly trimmed and dark along with his skin, which was the color of ebony. The tall man, born in the northern kingdom of Ecoppia, was closely followed by Simon Trenca, a One-bolt Accomplished and former Sapling of the Willow Guild. The skinny, sandy-haired, young man with a complexion similar to Bonny’s, had a gold-capped ebony baton in his belt. The class one level four crescendo held six bolts of amplification, giving him the ability to command seven bolts of potential, forty-nine times the power he would be able to wield unaided, a gift given to him by the Maestro.
Samuel Cresh, wearing blue silks with a canteen and a standard issue topaz silver-capped baton in his belt, entered with Sandra Treena, the Third Strike Commander, similarly dressed. The hood of her cloak was up and only a few locks of red hair could be seen. Sam had dark hair and thick eyebrows that nearly touched.
The next figure brought everyone who had been sitting to their feet, including Jennel. She released the potential and her chair vanished. The Maestro walked out of the tunnel. He stood six and a half cubits in height, wearing blue silks with silver trim. The hood of his cloak had seven golden lightning bolts. All of the Accomplisheds in the association wore silver belts, Sherree and Leah, both flanking him, wore silver belts with gold buckles, and yet his was gold, buckle and all, and had a gold sheath, in which he kept a diamond-bladed knife. Even the canteen was gold rather than silver. The twenty year-old was clean shaven, pale-faced and dark haired, like most Ducaunans, and his nearly black eyes always seemed to be assessing everything in view.
Sherree Jenna, Jennel was not yet comfortable adding, Benhannon, wore her hood down, revealing yellow-gold hair which flowed more than half way down her back. She was a pretty girl with those emerald green eyes and dainty features. She watched Daniel in a proprietary manner that said without words, “this man is mine.” The young Two-bolt Accomplished also had a gold-handled diamond-bladed knife with a black grip identical to the Maestro’s in her belt. Both knives were level four crescendos with seven bolts of amplification. His gift gave her the ability to command nine bolts of potential, eighty-one times the power of a one-bolt Accomplished. Like Jennel, the eighteen year-old was born in Lobenia, except she grew up in the capital, New Oben, and Jennel was born several hundred spans to the southeast in the old port city of Oben, and lived in an orphanage until the day her Potential had been discovered, hence the name, Obenport.
Leah Barryn, First Accomplished of the Atlantan Guild, commanded four lightning bolts of potential and possessed a regal dignity. Her countenance had been stern when she first came out but then softened and an amused smile caused dimples to form on her darkly pretty face. “Looks like you are going to have to make a speech after all,” the Ecoppian told the Maestro, who glanced at her. She and he were the same height, while Sherree stood level with their shoulders.
Carlos Tiran,
“Captain Bower is the Commander of the Benhannon Guard and any Sentinels at the Benhannon Estate must yield to him,” a broad-shouldered guardsman with a corporal stripe on his cuffs told the complainer, “Here at the Benhannon Northland Holding, the Guard yields to Sentinel Commander Herling, so shut your mouth and try not to embarrass me in front of all these people.”
Time seemed to move slowly as each minute in the promised half mark ticked by on the nine chrono disks, two on each wall and a huge one suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the vast room. The Sentinels in front of the tunnel began to shift and finally parted to make way for whoever was trying to gain entrance from building two.
Martin Varroon, a former Oceanic of the Aqua Guild, a Three-bolt Accomplished, entered first. His hair and beard were neatly trimmed and dark along with his skin, which was the color of ebony. The tall man, born in the northern kingdom of Ecoppia, was closely followed by Simon Trenca, a One-bolt Accomplished and former Sapling of the Willow Guild. The skinny, sandy-haired, young man with a complexion similar to Bonny’s, had a gold-capped ebony baton in his belt. The class one level four crescendo held six bolts of amplification, giving him the ability to command seven bolts of potential, forty-nine times the power he would be able to wield unaided, a gift given to him by the Maestro.
Samuel Cresh, wearing blue silks with a canteen and a standard issue topaz silver-capped baton in his belt, entered with Sandra Treena, the Third Strike Commander, similarly dressed. The hood of her cloak was up and only a few locks of red hair could be seen. Sam had dark hair and thick eyebrows that nearly touched.
The next figure brought everyone who had been sitting to their feet, including Jennel. She released the potential and her chair vanished. The Maestro walked out of the tunnel. He stood six and a half cubits in height, wearing blue silks with silver trim. The hood of his cloak had seven golden lightning bolts. All of the Accomplisheds in the association wore silver belts, Sherree and Leah, both flanking him, wore silver belts with gold buckles, and yet his was gold, buckle and all, and had a gold sheath, in which he kept a diamond-bladed knife. Even the canteen was gold rather than silver. The twenty year-old was clean shaven, pale-faced and dark haired, like most Ducaunans, and his nearly black eyes always seemed to be assessing everything in view.
Sherree Jenna, Jennel was not yet comfortable adding, Benhannon, wore her hood down, revealing yellow-gold hair which flowed more than half way down her back. She was a pretty girl with those emerald green eyes and dainty features. She watched Daniel in a proprietary manner that said without words, “this man is mine.” The young Two-bolt Accomplished also had a gold-handled diamond-bladed knife with a black grip identical to the Maestro’s in her belt. Both knives were level four crescendos with seven bolts of amplification. His gift gave her the ability to command nine bolts of potential, eighty-one times the power of a one-bolt Accomplished. Like Jennel, the eighteen year-old was born in Lobenia, except she grew up in the capital, New Oben, and Jennel was born several hundred spans to the southeast in the old port city of Oben, and lived in an orphanage until the day her Potential had been discovered, hence the name, Obenport.
Leah Barryn, First Accomplished of the Atlantan Guild, commanded four lightning bolts of potential and possessed a regal dignity. Her countenance had been stern when she first came out but then softened and an amused smile caused dimples to form on her darkly pretty face. “Looks like you are going to have to make a speech after all,” the Ecoppian told the Maestro, who glanced at her. She and he were the same height, while Sherree stood level with their shoulders.
Carlos Tiran,
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