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"Unconscious, maybe a mild concussion," one of the medics explains. "Don't worry, if it's anything too bad, we can get one of the clerics to come look at him."

It's a lucky thing that the gods returned to Krynn and with them, magical healing. Erastin grew up in a world with these gods, and it's hard for him to imagine what things must have been like before, when there weren't clerics around to magically heal the more serious injuries.

"I am glad, he fought well." Erastlin bows, removing his helm, he walks slowly to his friends, feeling thankful there were indeed Clerics.

"I can't believe he beat three of them in a row," Galenye said in surprise. She wasn't sure if it was pure skill or if he was simply lucky.

Walking up to the group he gives them an astonished glance. "Can you believe that?" He asks with shock in his eyes.

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Holding out his arm for a warrior's greeting, Karathos tells Erastin: "I generally believe what I see, my friend. You have trained well. Somewhere, I've heard a saying that luck is with the capable" he says with a sideways glance to Galeyne. His big head moves up and down, and there is unmistakable pride in his voice.

"Well, I certainly can't believe it," Galenye says with a smirk. "Everyone else here wants to give you all sorts of encouragement. I figured I would be different," she states with a grin.

The dwarf is proud of the lad too, but doesn't let it show much through his gruff visage. "Good job Erastlin, not a bad first day."

Jinali jostles herself through the amount of congratulators. "Erastin!" she says when she finely comes through. "You were wounderfull. Very great fight. I was always sure that you'll become a knight!"

"Thank you all." Erastlin Bows to his friends, grinning despite himself. "Galenye, its ok, I get what you were doing." He gives her a playful pat on the shoulder. "But when I realised it was Geffin. Well, I wasn't sure what to do, I mean what would the Grandmaster think?"

Karathos nods. "Yes, letting someone win if you can beat him is not honorable at all."

Once the unconscious candidates were roused, McKennen calls them all to line up at attention, their swords drawn and pointed to the ground. A number of other knights come out to listen to McKennen's speech.

Among the candidates, only Erastin seemed to be without any bruises. The others range between a bit beat up to visibly leaning on their swords just to stay on their feet.

McKennen marches down the line, before speaking. "For the most part, you have succeeded admirably today. You have demonstrated to me that you are willing to endure almost anything to join our illustrious brotherhood, and I salute you for it." The knights raise their swords in the Solamnic salute toward the candidates. McKennen continues, "I have been honored to teach you today. I hope that those of you who felt my wrath today can forgive me." He grins. "But I’m sure you’ve had about enough of my prattle. One last word of warning before I go, though. The tests you faced today were the easy ones. Tomorrow, your mind will be tested far more severely. I hope you remember the Measure; otherwise, you’ll be serving as squires for a long time."

The knights salute the candidates again, and intone, "Est Sularus oth Mithas." They turn on their heels and walk inside, leaving the candidates to pick up the courtyard. Once this is done, they are left with the rest of the day to themselves.

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It is now Eleventh Watch (5:00 PM).

(OOC: Umm...Nuke, Jerrard...his name is Erastin. There's no 'L' in it. Sorry, I hate to be anal about that, but it was driving me nuts.

Anyway, the rest of the day belongs to you guys. But Erastin is pretty tired from his trials. Unless he can make an Endurance check with a -4 penalty, he won't have the energy to do much but go right to sleep.

This chapter will end whenever the party retires for the night.)

(ooc: Brain kept thinking rastlin! Lol! Won't forget!

can you do the roll for me? Don't have access right now.)

Erastin makes an Endurance check (-4) (1d20): 4, pass.