*The fields out south of Dras Magnia, the capitol city of Arcadia were full of grasslands and farmlands, rolling hills of gradually changing terrain and the ocasionally slippery mud slew. The War goddess had set up her tents and prepared all manner of training centered facilities, from a great sand pit for sparring circles, to a grand obstical course, to encourage competitive racing among the new recruits and old veterans. The goddess herself, a Dire Miralis of incredible and shocking size and grand eclipsing wings, loomed over the encampment, her tent just like all the others, as she would shrink to keep herself hidden among the many groups of soldiers tents. She watched over the training, and her great rumbling voice like the belly of a volcano would whisper over the troops, igniting the flames in their bellies reducing their stress, relaxing them, and encouraging them to think before striking with force, and then settle again. Her voice never needed to be raised, as her sheer might was all the enforcement she needed to lift ones spirit beyond their normal limits.*<br/><br/>*In the south fields, Grandus in his brown and red dragonsteel reinforced gambeson was tutoring Archas personal squadron in the terrible arts of warfare. Critical strategies of deception, methods of resource management, and observations that can tell you of an enemies weaknesses, both in their armor, and in their mind. He also spoke of his students weaknesses, and had them seek out his own weaknesses. They were advanced lessons, and he went over them many times before drawing his sword, his white mane and beard, like cloudy spirals billowing down to his shoulders in the firm soothing midday breeze cooling the suns radiance. The anthro Lao-fatalis hybrid, looked elderly and wise due to that white mane but in fact he was closer to 30 in dragon years, his hair was sun bleached from sparring sessions with the war goddess over many years. He drew his sword from its sheath at his side, the steel flashing red against his vermilion and rust colored scales, the purple wing like tattoos under his sober eyes, glimmered in the sunlight, a distraction trick as the high reflection rate could make one think he was looking in a false direction, making him seem vulnerable when he was poised for retaliation.*<br/><br/>"I am Grandus, you may call me what you like, but I am your teacher today, fight me proper, draw my blood and the days lesson is over, should I draw yours however, patch yourself up on the spot, and continue, this is how Arcadian soldiers are trained. You'll eventually come to appreciate the tough love", *At full length the sword he drew was a little under 52 inches long, a proper english style longsword with upturned quillions and a circular coin shaped pommel, a dual fuller ran down the blade itself, and the blade was slightly wider at the guard and tapered into a sharp point at the end, with two steel teeth midway along the blade.*<br/><br/>"Come face danger with me then my pupils,"<br/><br/><br/>-=-=-=-=-=-<br/>Posting order is "Mavolus, Nocti, Sakura"