The large broadsword sang as it moved in a blur at the well honed movements fom his hands. Pivoting off of his back foor, he swung the blade in a dazzling arc but stopped dead in his tracks and pivoted in the opposit direction castig the blade into a perfectly executed parry. Spinning the blade around behind him, Sylus did a no-hands cartwheel. As he landed, Valerios was ready and inplace within his hands, the blade's song resounding beautifully within the training room. Sy had found himself training more and more with the ancient blade. Ever since he had talked with Ulysses and was told the he was approved of. That he had potential....Potential what? was what he kept asking himself as he went through the training motions that kept his skill sharp.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, chest, and shoulders as he walked back to his room on the eighth floor of Kurgen Keep. Valerios was safely sheathed at his back, and a small smile was on his face. Stopping by an outter window, Sylus saw his brother pulling a sled off into the woods.
"What games do cat's play while the dog appears to be away?" He asked himself as he watched Artemus fade from sight.

Replacing Valerios on it's stand in his room, Sylus moved down the steps to the front door and followed Artemus. Keeping behind his brother by several yards, he kept his eyes on where he was walking. Making sure not to step on any dead branches, Sylus found himself in a small clearing, with Art standing over an ogre's corpse. Knowing what had happened he sighed mournfully, and with a heavy sigh, returned to the keep.

He was just about to release the wards that protected the Keep from intruders when a rider approached. The rider wore simple chainmail under a forrest green surcoat. It was the emblem on the lads' surcoat that gave Sylus a moment to pause, for he knew it well. The sigyl was that of a blue bull wearing a crown of orchids with a red background. The emblem belonged to Varad Rovensheaf. Keeping his face steady he watched the rider come closer and riegn it's painted roan to a stop.
"Are you Sylus Adair Kurgen?" The lad asked in a droll monotone voice, his face was completely devoid of any kind of emotion.

Keeping my tone calm and casual "Who wishes to know?" my hand rested comfortably on my hip at the spot where my sword usually was.

"I have a message for you from the Council of the Seven Stars" the messenger stated as he reached very slowly into a sachel at his side. When his hand emerged it held a scroll with another sigyl on it. The emblem of my order.....The Broken Shield. " Sylus Adair Kurgen, you are hereby ordered to return to your order's mother house in the city of Kelvar. A new lord is being chosen, with the councils decision, at the behest of Lord Varad. Your pressence is requested at these viewings and interviews of a new lord. With the failure to complete your quest, the Council will decide if you are still fit to wear the mantle of Chief Asassin." A slight smirk slipped onto the messengers face as he handed me the scroll in his hand. "Should you fail to comply, the measures that will be taken are outlined in this document. You have three weeks to return."

His duty completed the messenger set off at a gallop. Undoing the wards to the Keep I opened the document and headed towards the eighth floor appartments.