Saria Dian, Swordmajor, Faithful of Azoun VI
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This story is told, in the third person, as she tells everyone who inquires of her history
"Oh, where to start. Most probably with my parents would be best, No? My mother, bless her, was Anoria Witell, she was but a simple woman, who spent most of her time studying the laws and goings on of trade in the great city Suzail. ::she sighs as she says its name::
She found herself a Job, working as a Scribe in the Courts, and eventually, with the help of a much older man, Masmer, she was allowed to study to become a Lorekeeper for the College of War Wizards. Amazingly, she told me once, she even had a chance to speak with Vanderghast himself. So she studied diligently, like all Wizards seem to do, until one day, She was assigned on a Patrol with a group of training Purple Dragon Knights. This was going to be a day she would never forget.
There were three new bumbling recruits, and Mother couldnt help but feel, just a little sorry for them, for the man who stood infront of her, Lionar Arthan Dian, was known for his strict teaching style and quick to bark orders. As the day progressed, nothing seemed to be going difficultly, until my mother noticed something strange about a man, seeming to walk with Pride down the street, he had a strange magical aura about him, or so Mother said.
As quick as a flash, she realised what it was, but it was too late, the man had thrown off his robes before she could yell "Zhentarim!" and was already in mid-spell, the three recruits turned, only to have their bodies crackle with lightning and slump to the ground, the spell striking the bold Lionar in the back, knocking the wind out of him before spinning around to face this Zhentilar Mage, the mage smiled grimly, and started incanting and twisting his hands to form another spell, focusing on the lone Lionar and young War Wizard.
Mother, however, had predicted this, and raised her hands, ending a spell which seemed to do nothing. The Zhentilar Mage cackled with maniacal laughter, sure that his spell would bring these two down, without more of a hassle. Lightning cracked forward once more, however striking an invisible barrier, and reflecting back, and clipping his own arm. The noble Lionar then dove forward, Long blade at the ready, the mage, startled by being hit by his own spell, did not even see it coming, and was run through quicker than he had ever though possible. Of course though, Magelings are always over confident.
Mother, and the Knight, carried the unconcious bodies of the three recruits to the closest safe place, and the recruits were tended by Cormyran Battle priests. Twas, from that point on, that simple bond of safety that, forged a trust. Whenever Lionar Dian was to Patrol the streets, he asked for this certain War Wizard to accompany him. Lionar Dian, of course, as you may have guessed, is infact my Father. I was born into service, I dont think I could have been anything else.
When was I born? How old am I? Oh, well.. Im old enough to know not to ask a Lady, regardless of whether she is a Knight or not, how old she is ::she smiles slightly:: But I'll just say, Im old enough to have become a Swordmajor, to be sent to my Lionar to be their staff. If that isnt enough, I'll share an experience I had in Suizail, during training.
Suprisingly, Father wanted to be my training officer, however, our Ornrion had other plans, I was to train as a squire to a Knight, to learn in combat, they knew of my family, they knew of my apparent potential. They knew I had the ability there, so it was decided for me, that I would be sent to squire for a Jyar Blundwood, or otherwise known as Lionar Blundwood, he was rather, abstract to say the least. A priest originally, trained as a Battle Priest of Helm, and later was approached by the Purple Dragon Himself, to join his Personal Guard. This wasnt strange though, King Azoun likes to hand select his guard, what was strange, was, then Jyar, refused.
Shocking isnt it? I know, nobody refuses the King of Cormyr, The Purple Dragon. Jyar did, and strangely, The Purple Dragon saw courage in him, Battle Hardened and Sure. Instead of forcing Jyar's will, he gave him the option of taking a Lionar Position, and leading and teaching what he knows. This, Jyar could accept. And his first squire? Yes, you guessed right.. A young Saria Dian. Then, I was just Saria, soon to be Blade Dian.
I trained underhim, from the age of thirteen, learning the ways of Battle, learning the ways of Law and Order, also, learning of Helm and his ways. The Great Warrior, the Knight of Gods. ::she sighs again, the same way as she does mentioning Suzail::
Five years later, I was promoted to First Blade, still under squire and now learning of Staff Roles, If I am to be this later on, Jyar wanted me to learn early. I spent all this time, learning how to train others, he would ask me to talk to the young boys in the streets, playing with the Wooden Swords, and their Purple Robes, Pretending to be Great Dragon Knights. He told me to watch them, learn their movements, and show them how to swing better. I know, they were just children, but I could see their improvements. Jyar, could see improvements also, in me.
It was another five years, five years of Patrols of Suzail in the day, study in the night with Jyar, and every tenday, with Mother, who was convinced I was still destined to wield the Arcane. She taught me laws of different realms, and of Cormyr.
Finally, another two years came around, and I recieved a letter with Jyar's mark sealing it. They were my orders, I was to travel to the realm of Narfell, and seek out a Lionar residing there, to be her Staff Swordmajor. His letter, with fond words, told me I was ready, I wasnt sure, but I trusted my teacher, no, he was more than a teacher, he was a friend. ::slowly she nods::
So, I sit here now, pack ready in this Inn, having one last Ale before I leave for the distance of Narfell. I wonder how things will go, for the next ten years… "
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