A bell rang out across the boat, the echos flooding into every nook and cranny waking all who had already been brought to rise by the sun cresting of the horizon. Siva was kneeling down by the side of his bed, head pressed against the wooden floor finishing his daily prayers for he had been awake hours before the sun even peeked over the sea. He slowly rose up sitting his buttocks onto this armoured heels, letting out a long drawn sigh of relief. The sun poking through his port view window kissed at his tanned skin coaxing out beads of sweet to collect and streak down his almost perfectly toned chest, following the cracks and crevices of muscle folding underneath one another. The sweat pooled at his waist as it met the holy plates which made up his cuisse and greaves he had already slipped into earlier in the morning.<br/><br/>"<i>There is no god above Menoth.<br/>
There is no labour unendurable in the name of Menoth.<br/>
There is no pain unendurable in the name of Menoth. <br/>
There is no fear unassailable with faith in Menoth.<br/>
There is no object that cannot be given up for Menoth. <br/>
There is no word other than the Word of Menoth<br/>
There is no end. There is a place for us all at the feet of Menoth.</i>"<br/><br/>He spoke his words in a conviction that few would ever find in their lives without the guidance of Menoth, as each line slipped pasted his lips, he would put extra emphasis when the no approached making it clear that this was the Canon of True Law and no-one was above it. With the last of his prayer, dancing off the tip of his tongue he knew it was time for the day to begin and for the first test for Rasha to begin.<br/><br/>Just as the room was about to fall silent and be enveloped in the natural noise of the waves breaking against the bow of the wooden ship two servant boys entered the room to assist Siva in strapping on his bastion plate armour. It was an awe inspiring feat for a man to wear this armour due to the weight and for that reason each bearer was given two servants to assist in the care taking and arming of the massive suit. He rose from his seiza pushing off and using his core strength to stand up straight with out moving an inch.<br/><br/>The two boys quickly enveloped him as they begun their work, Siva stood silent, watching their work and admiring their struggle as both rose each heavy plate to attach and fuse with his frame. Siva knew this was demanding work for the boys for each part of his armour would exceed both their weights combined. Taking the moment to enjoy their work they pincered him connecting the back and front of his chest plate, giant bolts the size of a mans fist made sure the parts were locked in place and with this their work was finished.<br/><br/>Siva nodded to the two boys dismissing them, the boys quickly squiring away from the hulking mass of man and armour as Siva reached out for his helm. Palming the helm in his right hand, he would make way past the pair who now bowed their heads at his leave. He turned to look over his ornate pauldron eye the two boys who still had their heads bowed.<br/><br/>"<i>Go and fetch the chest and bring it to the brig</i>." his words were curt but the boys nodded and the group parted ways.<br/><br/>Siva made his way into the bowels of the ship, his broad shoulders with armour on top barely squeezing through the tight corridors. He took the last turn to the brig pausing a moment before drawing out a long sigh, he pushed himself forward and it was at this moment Rasha would hear her fate coming.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>