(( Sorry about that BD ))

Dingora and Iko led Recide and Iesho back through the valley and to the training grounds, located at the left edge of the valley. It was nothing special; a plain, cirucular stone plaza. People were sparring with each other.

"Iesho," said Iko, "Anything you've done that you are proud of, wipe it out of your head. If you think you are skilled for killing that guard while his back was turned, think again. While I feel responsible for you, I will wear you ragged with your training. Let's begin."

Iko instructed, "Strike me, right now."

Iesho did as he was instructed, and lunged at him with his golden sword. Iko did nothing. Iesho's sword came within inches of Iko's neck, but he did nothing to avoid the attack. Iesho hesitated with put his sword down.

"Why didn't you block it?" said Iesho.

"Fool!" said Iko, "Wouldn't you expect your enemy to block your shot? Would you stop if he didn't?"

Iko lunged at Iesho, knocking him to the ground.

Another soldier came up to Iko and whispered a message to him.

Iko came back to Iesho and said, "Aurorus needs me elsewhere. You are to continue training here with Dingora. I will return later tonight."

With that, Iko ran off at great speed, back towards the trail where they entered.

It was now one month.

Singe was now skilled with his weopons and the armor felt like it weighed nothing. Singe now lasted almost 10 minutes sparring with Commander Rend.

"Soldiers, I have learned that the Resistance numbers are growing but are still weak.To defeat the enemy is to understand the enemy. You will talk to the spy and find out what he knows.I already broke him so the interrogation will be easy.Now move!"

Singe walked towards the enemy spy. "Why did you join the Resistance."

"I despise Ranzor."

"Why?"

"He killed my friend in a death match."

"Whatever.""Where is you base."

"I won't tell."

Commander Rend went to Singe."You have permission to kill him."

Singe took out his sword and stabbed the spy in the chest.

(Killing him won't do much, Paco. He'll just respawn.)
After countless days of bordom, the raft finally arrived at the port of the training camp. As he disembarked the raft, he saw the same guard that pushed him onto the raft near the Trading Post.
"How'd you get here?!" asked Sirog.
"It doesn't matter! Now get to training!" shouted the guard. Since I wasn't exactly feeling like dying and respawning, Sirog dashed into the training camp without hesitation.
A Regime trainer approached him.
"We have been looking for you. You have made the right choice for joining the Regime, now, run around this camp's running course 20 times in 30 minutes! Move it!" shouted the trainer. It became a clicking frenzy. Finally, Sirog had ran all 20 laps, but in 34 minutes.
"Not fast enough! Do it again!" shouted the trainer.
"But it was only 4 minutes extra..." protested Sirog.
"I don't care! Move it, slowpoke!" shouted the trainer. I groaned, but I started clicking again.

(Still it's cool)

Singe saw a new recruit running laps. Singe remembered his first day, it sucked. Singe decided to talk to the guy.

(( paco, you aren't doing a very good job in the RP. Don't say 'still it's cool' like a complete moron. And you just blew through a month of your story while the rest of us are still in the first few days. That will greatly interfer with our stories. Rethink your story a bit ))

(My bad.My mind went blank a few times anyway. and if training last 6 months. Does that mean I really have to wait frekin 6 months! I'll rethink it any ways, your the boss.)

Any way forget the month, ahh forget the whole time frame. I talk to the guy anyway.

Training doesn't take 6 months. Did I say it did? But it takes time, but you can't blow through a month in 2 days.

((Eon, Eon. Remember to put (( and )) when your post isn't a part of the Rp.))
Sirog stopped when I saw the other trainee talking to me.
"Hello, what's your na-" he said before being inturrupted.
"Sirog! Stop talking and start running!" shouted the trainer.
"Erm, I'll talk to you when we finally get a break." said Sirog before continuing the laps. When he was finally done, he reported back to the trainer.
"27 minutes and 57 seconds... Your improving, slowpoke! Now, get through that obsticle course and meet with the combat trainer! Move it!" shouted the trainer. Sirog dashed towards a rather large course. First there was a net. He climbed over it with ease and dashed to a pipe that went deep underground. He hoped down the pipe and entered an underground chamber. I spotted a rope and climbed up it. When I emearged, I was on a small island a couple feet of shore of the main camp. but the course wasn't over yet. Sirog climbed up a tree, at least 10 meters tall before ariving at a small wooden platform resting on the tree's branches. Another trainer was busy training a group of trainees in the art of combat. He noticed Sirog and approached him.
"Your here! Now, get in formation and begin training!" shouted the trainer.

Iesho had finished his training for the day. He had taken Dingora's advice to get some food, and headed for one of the many campfires in hopes of finding some.

"Oi, lad," said one man, "There be plenty o'grub over here!" The voice came from a campfire with 3 men sitting around it.

Iesho went, and they all introduced themselves. The one who invited him over was Riley, a skilled warrior with a spear. The other 2 were Fogmer and Naden.

"Iko's got another one, eh?" said Fogmer with a mouth full of food as Iesho sat down.

"I guess so," said Iesho, helping himself to the stew, "Not exactly the nicest guy around here, is he?"

"Don't pay much attention to him," said Naden, "He's always been that way. Especially now that Riku is down in Brogthor."

"Oh, the second in command?" asked Iesho, wanting to get some info, "What happened?"

"I'll be taking this one, laddies," said Riley, "You see, Iko and Riku were the best of friends, and Aurorus always sent them on missions together. I swear, 2 of the greatest fighters I've ever laid eyes on. One day, they were sent to Orchia, where Raznor was holding a Counsel of the Generals. You see, rumor has it that Raznor is after something; some sort of weapon hidden by the Programmers when the game was created. They were to find any information they could, possibly even the whereabouts of it, so that we could get to it first. However, they were found, and Iko narrowly escaped, but Riku wasn't that lucky. He was captured by Gorrix, and now he is rottin' away in Brogthor. Iko returned, greatly wounded. While listening in on the Counsel, Iko said that the word 'Temple' kept coming up over and over. He blames himself for Riku's fate."

"Temple..." said Iesho, "Strange. While we're at it, there's something else I would like to know; it's about Aurorus. What happened to him? The scars and everything."

Naden answered, "This is perhaps the most famous story in all of Realm. Aurorus and Raznor were both Game Testers, some of the first to walk in Realm. They both became incredibly powerful. While Aurorus was out inspecting the mountains, Raznor became tired of the Moderators, and took them all out, one by one. Aurorus heard the news, and hurried back as quick as he could. Appalled at what Raznor had done, he challenged him to a Death Match. The brawl went on for hours, until finally, Raznor gained the upper hand, and struck Aurorus down. But there was a glitch; Aurorus survived! However, much of his power had vanished, and in secret he moved from town to town, until he reached the mountains. There, Riku found him, and they began to build a Resistance. This city, no one knows for sure where it came from. Perhaps it was once used by the Programmers."

After Dingora finished training Iesho for the day, he turned to Recide who was sitting under a stone ceiling on a bench.
"Your turn, Recide! Get over here!" Complying to Dingora, Recide got up and placed a few Arrows made from the finest Oak and razor sharp steel tps into his quiver, knowing this would have something to do with Archery.
"Recide, today I want to simply train and test your accuracy, you, your mind and your soul must be one with the bow." He said as he drawed an apple from his pocket and placed it on a boulder sitting in a large clearing. "I want you to step twenty-five feet away from the apple and shoot it with an Arrow, got it?"
Recide complied with a faint "Yes" and followed Dingora's commands and stepped twenty and a half feet away fom the target. He drew his bow, took an arrow out of his quiver and aimed it at the target. He let go of the string; only to miss the target by five feet.
"Come on, that's not what I was expecting when I brought you here!" He said in an unimpressed voice. "The trick is to close the eye that isn't closest to the bow, align the tip of the arrow with your target and fire as fast as possible! it works every single time!"
Recide did as Dingora said, he closed his left eye, aligned the tip of the arrow against the apple and let go. A brief humming noise stirred from the string as the arrow was sent in a straight line, directly and gracefully piercing the center of the apple.
"Excellent, Recide! Your starting to get the hang of this!"

Sitting around the camp fire, Iesho listened to the three men tell stories of epic battles.

One inparticular was the story of how the Zura broke away from the rest of Realm. It is reffered to as the Great War of Realm, the largest to take place yet. It all started after Aurorus was killed.

Although many people swore allegiance to Raznor, an equally great number believe that what he had done had ruined the entire game. The most outspoken of these rebels was Azurok. Those who were disgusted with Raznor saw Azurok as their leader, and formed an alliance known as the Zura. On the Great Plains of Realm, a battle of epic proportions broke out. Almost everyone who was a member of the game took part. For days, both armies alternated charging and falling back. Just when it seemed the the Zura had the upper hand, Raznor himself joined the battle. At this time, both sides easily had 200,000 soldiers each. Raznor alone killed one fourth of the Zura. He was that powerful.

The Zura retreated, falling back to the only place that they could, the Desert. They declared themselves independent of Realm, and Raznor's rule. No one dares enter the desert. They are hostile people, capturing any outsider that comes into their domain. They are content with their lives how they are, and do not wish to join sides in the battle between the Regime and Resistance.

"Wait, I don't get it," said Iesho, "If you die, you respawn. You could rejoin your army the next day. Wouldn't it just be an ongoing battle?"

"Absolutely not," said Fogmer, "Before a battle begins, two leaders declare a Death Match on the opposing side. You die in a war, you don't come back."

Singe felt sorry for Sirog, He knew how it felt but he was only here for two days so far. He knew he would have to wait to talk to the new guy.

"You!" shouted the combat trainer, pointing to Sirog. "Show me your skill with a sword!" he shouted. All the other trainees backed away and Sirog drew his sword.
"Alright, first, I need to know your current skills. Give me the best you've got!" shouted the trainer. Sirog dashed at the trainer and started pounding at him. The trainer was incaple of blocking all the blows but found a small amount of time and slashed his sword at Sirog with tremendous strength.
"Agh!" shouted Sirog, crashing against the wooden wall.
"Fool! Do you actually think you can beat your oponent by just slashing maniackly at them?! I don't think so! Come on!" shouted the trainer. Sirog picked himself and charged at the trainer again. He kicked the trainer and lunged his sword at the trainer. But it clanked against the armor and the guard slahed his sword at Sirog, but he dashed to the side and hit the trainers sword, knocking it out of the trainer's hand. Armless, the trainer tried to block the attacks, but his armor weared out and one slash pierced the armor, knocking him over.
"Oof, pretty good. But I was just going easy on you! Meet back here tommowrow, and you'll see real swordplay!" shouted the trainer.

That really sucks for that guy and suddenly the trainer yelled at Singe"Give me 20 laps."

"Sucks for me too." Singe then went to do his 20 laps.After the laps he went to practice sparring only to get beaten again. He then went to finally get rest.