Sherwood
It's quiet and still, the sounds of training fill the air. That doesn't last, though.
Lidia
The argonian seems to appear out of thin air, a bright flash of light appears, the amulet around his neck causes this, he's cackling loudly, "Yes! Hurrah! My Lady shall be most pleased by this! To have such an artifact, I am most honored!" His spear is slung on his back, shield hanging from his side, he rubs the stone on his amulet, "Those vampires won't know what's coming for them."
Alvin
Lokar was amongst the training, more specifically he was helping the junior hunters in their training considering he had a higher rank than them. Likely just being overlooked by a Captain, Lokar himself would be supervising crossbow practice when the Argonian suddenly appeared, where the Nord let off an annoyed grunt, "What magic makes you able to do that?"
Lidia
"Mysticism, Mark and Recall spells. I have the fort Marked which lets me teleport back whenever I need to." Channelling magic through his artifact he creates a chair out of pure light, taking a seat, "Training the rookies with the crossbow?" He asks, taking a silver coin out of his pack, "Catch!" He says, tossing it over to Lokar
Alvin
Lokar was about to respond, "Yes, well-" Then a silver coin was tossed at him, a bit surprised by it in all honesty and mainly confused as to why this Argonian just seemingly paid him. "You know how it is, you miss one bolt and you're dead. So I want them hitting the centre ten out of ten times."

He looked down to the coin now, he didn't really have any pockets to hold it in except a small pouch at his waist which he tossed the coin into, "Don't imagine a teleporter like yourself will want to join in, will you?"
Lidia
He mumbles quitely "No burning. Good." Then speaks clearly "Good call. I like using a Bound Bow instead of a Crossbow. Much lighter, seeing as you don't have to carry it all the time. That and sun magic, a gift from Lady Merid herself." He says, he stands up and laughs, "Should I use a Crossbow, a Bow, or magic?" He asks, "Always up for to keep my skills honed."
Alvin
"In my experience no Bound Bow does better in piercing the skull of a Vampire than a crossbow." He said simply with a small shrug, standing beside the targets now with his arms crossed as the recruits continued firing every few seconds in sync, every handful of shots they'd go to collect their bolts if they could still be used.

"The best way to hone your skills would be to use whichever weapon you practice least, no? Whatever that may be, feel free to join in." He now would add on while looking towards a space between two recruits. One Nord and one Breton. Lokar himself was a blonde Nord as seen by his face, hair and physique. With one long blonde braid going down his back and a tattoo of a wolf head along the right side of his head. Matched with a scar going down his right cheek gave him a tough and clearly battle-experienced look.
Lidia
He smiles, "Crossbow it is then." He says, conjuring a Bound Crossbow, the weapon clearly of Oblivion Origin, placing his foot in the stirrup he pulls the string back, then sets a bolt in place. He crouches, steadying his aim, then presses the lever, launching the bolt. It hits just short of a bullseye, "Haha!" He lets out triumphantly, "Just a bit more to the... Right" He says, resetting his crossbow, and correcting his aim, getting a bullseye on the second try. "It'd be harder if it was a moving target, I'm sure. But hey, second try isn't bad."
Alvin
"Mastering the foundation is key, a moving target will be more difficult but better when you can hit a still one as it is." He now said as he keenly watched the bolt swiftly penetrate the target, just short of the bullseye he raised his eyebrows a bit in surprise, certainly a good shot. "Not bad at all, get a few into the centre and we can see about a moving target."

His eyes now went over to the recruits, whom he gestured towards a few dummies and into a sparring area. They had enough shooting, now it was time for them to throw hands and use their weapons up close and personally. "A Bound Crossow huh? Still does shoot like a real one."
Lidia
"Yep, it's kinda like stealing the weapon right from a daedra's hand." He says with a laugh, "I like to think that's what happens." He dispells the crossbow, "That won't be necessary, I don't plan on using the crossbow very often. I prefer using other methods." He says, sending a bolt of sunfire at the target, "Sun Magic is a specialty of mine."
Alvin
"A personal favourite of mine, Sunfire." He said while immediately recognising the spell, he now decided to walk his way over towards the Argonian to stand beside him. Although Lokar himself wasn't that experienced with Sunfire and couldn't fire it in rapid succession, he was still very capable of using it effectively. "You have equipment fit for killing vampires, perhaps you and I could set off to their lair next time one is discovered. See who can kill more."
Lidia
He chuckles, "Ha! I'd mop the floor with you." He says, quite confidently, he smiles, revealing his teeth, plated in silver, "Lady Merid even saw me fit to bear one of her artifacts. I am nothing if not devout to the cause." As one of the few Hunter Captains in the Dawnguard, his confidence is well placed
Alvin
"You can appease Lady Merid all you like, it won't lead you to outkill those blood-sucking animals against me." He said with a small grin as he casually sat himself down onto the wooden counter that was used to set down crossbows and bolts, he was just on the edge and with his body facing the Argonian, though his head would be looking out to the target. "So, what do they call you here anyway?"
Lidia
"Aren't you confident!" He says with a humerous tone, "I am Speaks-in-Tongues, Lord and King of Fort Dawnguard." He says with a bow, there are rumors about this Hunter. It's said he was here when Isran first showed up, and that he allowed the Argonian to stay in return for his aid. Speaks is said to claim that he gifted the Fort to Isran, Isran will never say. They have mutual respect for each other, though. "And you?" He asks.
Alvin
"I'm Lokar Iron-Willed, Your Majesty." He now would say with a small chuckle, clearly he didn't really taking Speaks-In-Tongues too serious despite what's been said about him. In his eyes it was just delusions of a slightly crazy Argonian who merely claimed an old, run down Fort before Isran did. Still though, he wasn't underestimating the Argonian's ability by any means. Just saw him as bit of a joker. "What's brought you to join us anyway, you a fellow Vampire hater, or here for other reasons?"
Lidia
"I suppose a few reasons." He says, "For a decade of my life I was a captive of a group of Vampires who experimented on me." He says, "I broke out and that brings me to the other reason. I am devoted follower of Lady Merid, others refer to her as Meridia, goddess of Life and Light."
Alvin
Lokar didn't want to seem like an idiot and ask who actually Lady Merid was, but Meridia actually made a lot more sense now, "Ah," He now began with a small nod, he looked ahead to the Argonian now while still remaining seated, "That's as good a reason as any to kill them, I'm not someone who enjoys violence but shedding those monster's blood does bring me joy."
Lidia
"They have blood?" He asks with a chuckle, "I don't kill them for sport, I take little joy in it. What brings me joy is purging Nirn of the undead."
Alvin
"A fellow do-gooder then. Always happy to see that, some of the lads here," He said while now looking out to the recruits who were sparring together, "Strong and young men. Maybe they don't all come for the same reason as you and I do, perhaps they want to gain glory, have some sort of purpose or just even have a hobby. As long as they're here and do their job I'm happy."
Lidia
He smiles, "It makes me glad that there are others willing to help in this fight." He says, "It warms my heart." He says with a sigh, "What brought you to the Dawnguard?"
Alvin
"There was a Vampire, he hid among a bandit gang that killed my father on the road in Whiterun Hold. My siblings and I attacked them, killed them, the Vampire turned out to be a prominent member of some ancient clan, or family." He now said with a sigh. Looking away briefly as it had been a while since he spoke to anyone about this. "My eldest brother died after joining the Stormcloaks and we were burying him years later when the same vampire clan found and attacked us. Burnt our home, hurt us really bad. I took an axe, wielded spells I learnt in the College of Winterhold-got my family back while they were being prepared to be used as cattle."

A few moments of silence would then pass, a small shrug was given, "Moved to the Rift, been here ever since."