(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong>Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br/><strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong>Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong>Top of the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong>No one<br/><br/>After giving his report to the new Elders Anduin had orbed back down to the city of San Franciso, specificly the top of the San Francsico Golden Gate Bridge. As he stood there looking out over the majesty of it all, he was again marveled and yet humbled by how far humanity had come in eight hundred years. This masterwork of steel and concreate was proof of the engineneering feats humans had accomplished in just the last centery. In fact the bridge had stood for almost a hundred years. "A little less than a decade away from being a hundred years old eh old girl." he said to the bridge. Like usual the solid steel beams kept thier peace. Something Anduin could appreaciate himself, as he had come here for some as well. In fact most elders came here nowadays to meditate and other times just bath in the warm glowing light of the dawn. But that could wait for later. "Sword." he said as he opened his hand and materlized a blade that looked simular to the one he had used in life, but it was different. To an old hand like Anduin his weapon had been forged with good strong solid steel. It had had good balance and was battle ready. This one was a replica sword made more for collectors who just wanted a show piece, another sign things had changed from his time. People collected swords not to use but to simply display. Thus they had no need of a real point or bladed edge. This one was made of a new material called stainless steel something that was incredibly soft when placed against a true steel weapon but this one held up better against the weather. "Well let's begin shall we." he said as he took a stance with the weapon.<br/><br/>As he took his stance Anduin began to fall back into memory of how to use the weapon. His body moved like it did eight hundred years ago with youth vitality. He wasn't blindly swinging around the blade, no he was going through practiced sword motions he had learned as a boy back in Ireland from his father. As he moved Anduin's mind began to clear, most Whitelighters perfered the zen style of meditation but Anduin who had been raised in a different age had a different form of meditation. His was a more phyiscal one. As he moved he felt his mind sharpening becoming more focused. His feet would slide to the left then the right. His arms would move the blade in wide sweeping arcs either verticle, horizontally or diagnogly. There were leaps and lunges, backsteps, blocks, parrys and thrusts. All of twenty-four years of his sword training went into meditation.<br/><br/>When he was done Anduin looked out over the Golden Gate breathing hard, after all two hours of training like he did would make anyone breath hard. But he felt better his earlier mistake in information had been eased and he felt ready to take on the new day when it came.