Tales From Aurialis

A Life gone by Chapter 3

"Why do we even have to do this..... stuff, we have powers....., why run when we can fly, or teleport. Just because you servs are not as good as us does not mean we have to degrade ourselves to your level" The pupil panted heavily as he spoke, trying to regain his breath.

The student that argued against Brimley probably thought he was smart or a revolutionary leader but Brimley had heard that speech so many times. He was not even sure if they were just repeating one another.

"Either bring a letter from your nanny. Forge a letter from you nanny or get back to running the course." Unlike almost all the other labs in the Magi department, they physical training area was miraculously less impressive than the servs own. The improvements to the department usually came through donations from the parents to specific Departments.

"I told you I forgot it" The boy impudently exclaimed.

It could not be said that Magi did not think physical training was unnecessary. Many may have found themselves in positions which physical skills rather than magic saw them through. The issue being that servs relied more on physical ability than magic. Walin Brimley in fact trained everyday with his saber in order to match the magi. One of his commanders liked to remind him that "Most Magi squander their mana, since have less we have to be careful how we use it" Before knocking him to the ground as a demonstration.

The pleasant memory chased away the annoyance of the current predicament.

"Alright then, go rest under the tree with those that did bring notes." The Magi course shared its space with the druid classroom. The Magi were firmly against any of the things that marked servs, such as sword fighting, archery or hand to hand training. In their mind it was the same as seeing a king change the wheel of his own tire in the mud. Due to this classes were little more than jogs through the forest. Doubtlessly there were one or two students who got physical combat training from their tutors or clan guardians.

Under the tree, there were students reading, chatting and even one meditating.

"Since Eon got to rest does that mean we do not have to keep going!?" Deritus called from down the track.

"The fitter your body is, the faster you can regenerate your mana! now run!" they students dutifully obliged, some glad to be out of the classrooms.

Perhaps I should visit Azim for a match Walin thought to himself. After dismissing the students to go about their day. Some from under the tree having no qualms about racing the runners back to the school.

Brimley never used the interior halls, He earned his right to walk the halls of the Magi section and was always glad to be a role model for the Servs an example of what they could achieve.

The sounds of metal clashing echoed up the cavern hall. The physical training under Azim Goroph took on a more militaristic style. That being that most of the students hoped to become Inquisitors and Azim thought it more fun than just lifting static weights. In this area, the Servs were great to donate. They did not have the money for grand architecture and gear that the magi possessed but they all gave something to create a training area that was.... Passable Walin realized as he though back to the training zones in the barracks. The Blacksmith donated al his scrapped pieced the other artisans made equipment and gear for the students to practice with.

The classes were hosted in this sort of basement to avoid magi concerns that the students were being trained in some sort of effort to revolt. Azim being a top former leader of the inquisitors would only lead credibility to these charges. From the balcony he could see the area full of armors in semi-suits fighting sword to sword. It was the that one Knight cleaved off the head of another. As the metal helmet fell from the body, cheers rang out and both suits crumpled to the floor.