Orientation
The sky was clear, perfect weather for the celebration in Colbrand. The streets were crowded with tourists and citizens, enjoying life to its fullest with merriment and drink. The peddlers and merchants put away their usual wares and brought out their festival goods, much of which traveled a great distance for this holiday.
Partakers wore masks that made them look like the monsters of the wild and the armored knights who slew them. They ate foods sweetened with honey and syrup or hashed with exotic spices, and amused themselves with small novelties and trinkets. Harps, horns, and other noisemakers were played for passing audiences, while street performers awed strangers with feats of physicality and magic.
Disturbing the traffic, small floats built on wagons and carriages roamed the city. Like the masks, most floats displayed effigies of fearsome beasts from the countryside and legend, such as wolves and dragons. Others resembled knights, warhorses, and naval vessels. Some depicted the six elemental gods. These floats, if not pulled by horses, were pushed by slaves.
Knights likewise paraded on horseback, smiling and waving to grateful and disgruntled citizens. Knights had a peculiar relationship with the public, being more individualistic and nameworthy than the faceless soldiers of the military, but more regulated than the opaque and neutral adventurers. Knights of exemplary caliber would earn names for themselves for the size and number of victories. Their stories would travel, and their names would be woven into myth and legend, remembered long after their death. For many other knights, failure and misdeeds would tarnish their reputation and their families, and the stigma of nasty rumors would stick to them like a foul odor.
At the moment, the public's view could go either way, primarily due to the scenery around them. Colbrand, the capital of Uther, was in a state of recovery, bearing the fresh wounds received in the chaotic Red Revelry. It was a bloody tradition, nighttime festivals of violence taking place in the silent streets. Warriors with a perverse love of combat would go out and fight under cover of darkness. They'd slay each other simply for the rush, to test their skills and loot their kills.
On the final night before the holiday, there was a mass breakout at the royal dungeon, and all the incarcerated revelers escaped and caused pandemonium to avoid recapture. Fires were spread, threatening to destroy the city, and countless people were wounded and killed in the ensuing chaos. Colbrand narrowly survived, and three days of work got the city functioning to acceptable levels, stable enough to finally enjoy their postponed holiday.
During the chaos, the effectiveness of the knights was put on display for everyone to see. Many citizens had been saved by the knights or saw them fighting the revelers. Others lost their homes, loved ones, and livelihoods to the spreading flames and violence that the knights failed to prevent. Many of those same revelers were now joining the knight order, for today was the day of admittance for new applicants.
Among this crowd of young warriors was Noah, walking the streets towards the academy. It was an academy mostly in name, for those who managed to enroll wouldn't be educated but trained. This was the military. Noah had joined several militias in past lives and knew the lifestyle, but he was more filled with excitement than nostalgia. Getting to experience the unknown was rare for him, and this world had something he had never encountered before: magic.
This foreign variable was shaping the destiny of this world in ways that fascinated him. It was a sociological interest, letting him enjoy this front-row seat to see how magic affected the lives of these strangers and the ripples it would create in the future. He could wield magic power, and here, he hoped to understand it, and hopefully understand his own existence. The knowledge he could acquire here was making his heart flutter.
As he walked, he surveyed the other applicants. They were all in their late teens and early twenties, commoners and adventurers. There was a male majority, but a surprising number of women. Juxtaposed to Uther's regular soldiers, all of whom were men who couldn't use magic and were equally expendable, women with the ability to launch great fireballs or heal fatal wounds were too valuable for the high echelon to ignore. Magic was a talent easy to display, helping women show their worth and overcome barriers.
The number of applicants continued to grow, tens becoming hundreds. It seemed many nobles handed out letters of recommendation like candy, and seeing all these faces, Noah was a bit irked that Lord Fault had been such a miser about the whole thing. Then again, he had killed the man's brother.
He and the other adventurers were forced to crowd the sides of the street so that several carriages could roll by. Each was more ornately decorated than the last and displayed various coats of arms. They formed a long line in front of the wrought iron gates, like limos at an awards show, and the sons and daughters of high-ranking noble houses stepped out. Most of them were the second and third children, the spares, and having no prospects of their own, it was either this or the life of a commoner. The carriages were simply a way for the various families to show off.
If anything, their arrivals were meek. There were no loud announcements or fanfare, and no fancy outfits or lines of servants carrying luggage. Such gaudiness, like the carriages themselves, were forbidden on academy grounds. Here, wealth and names did not carry the same weight as in the outside world, though they managed to hold onto some influence. These young men and women were simply cadets and would be treated as such, for the most part. They were modestly dressed and carried the weapons they had been trained with.
As Noah approached the gates, he spotted a familiar face exiting one of the carriages: Alexis, garbed in her blue battle dress with her blonde hair wound in a bun, while two flanges framed her face. Noah had fought beside her on his way to Colbrand, and while most would look upon her and see only a stoic beauty, he had witnessed her killing skills. She spotted him but did not smile or speak out. Instead, she gave him a simple nod, as though they were still on the battlefield. He liked that about her, that professionalism.
Past the gates, staff were gathering applicants in the large training fields before the central building. Noah found his place and was left waiting with all the others for the stragglers to make their way onto the field. It was a sea of noise due to countless conversations between friends and acquaintances, and the staff organizing the applicants shouting over them. There looked to be over a thousand people gathered.
'Fault, you really were a stingy asshole.'
The facility was an academy and a military base, so every building was designed like a fortress. The central building, already resembling a castle, had experienced several expansions to accommodate the growing number of cadets. A man stepped out of the main entrance, a large portcullis. His head was shaved, and he was dressed in a long leather coat, decorated with medals and the insignia of the knighthood. His arms were folded behind his back, and the way he walked made it look like he was on wheels.
"Attention!" He shouted the word long and loud enough for everyone to hear him and fall silent. He paused, making sure he had all eyes. "My name is Commandant Rupert Ford, and I am the headmaster at this academy, but not all of you need to remember my name. Only the applicants who have what it takes to get in, those who are still standing at the end of the day, need remember me. The letters from your benefactors do not grant you a seat of conscription, only the chance to fight for one.
Before we begin, any applicant specializing in weapons and physical combat shall move to the left field--my left. Any applicant specializing in elemental magic, move to the right. Each side will form three lines, and anyone who isn't in line is rejected."
The sea of faces churned as everyone hustled to fulfill the command. Groups of friends were forced to split up, and Noah ended up in the left field. As he moved, he noticed a trail of sand forming a ring within the field, just barely large enough to hold the combatants. Three winding lines formed, spiraling and bending to accommodate everyone into the marked space.
