Cedric regarda le bord de sa lame, toile d'huile à la main, il tenait quelques entailles sur son bord tranchant de l'utilisation, mais rien de trop grave pour justifier un reforging. Les lourdes portes derrière lui s'ouvrirent avec un creak qui rompit le silence de son observation attentive. Il jeta le tissu d'huile sur le banc à côté de lui, se retournant pour affronter le nouveau venu, avant de claquer son épée dans son fourreau. On l'a rencontré avec un homme aux traits aigus, aux cheveux foncés et avec un comportement assez facile à son sujet.
"Avec moi Rider." Il commanda, en faisant signe d'une main libre alors qu'il se déplaçait vers l'arrière de l'armurerie, en balayant un anneau de clés qu'il avait laissé accroché à l'épi d'un marteau de guerre. Il s'est lentement déplacé à travers la série de clés, scindant devant celles qu'il n'avait pas besoin de jusqu'à ce qu'il arrive à un morceau de fer usé, le plaçant entre son pouce et son doigt avant alors qu'il reprenait son ancien rythme vers leur destination.
"J'ai envoyé un autre membre pour transmettre les ordres à la porte des dômes." Il a expliqué sur son épaule. "Ils ne laisseront entrer personne d'autre que le Maître de la Guilde ou moi-même. Vous devez m'accompagner dans une petite livraison, rien de glamour, juste un lifting lourd." Il a continué à glisser la clé de fer dans la serrure d'une porte enduite de célélyrium qui était deux fois sa hauteur. Il a donné une torsion aiguë et la serrure a tourné avec un morceau, il a donné un léger soupir et puis mis son épaule dedans, donnant un grognement tendu comme il a poussé la porte ouverte, un fort grattage de métal sur la pierre a fait écho à travers l'armurerie comme il l'a fait.
"Passe-nous cette torche." Il a demandé d'un ton doux, gesticulant à l'application sur le pilier de pierre juste derrière eux, essayant de ne pas venir comme un trou du cul exigeant. Il tendit alors la main pour accepter la torche, donnant un signe de reconnaissance comme il l'a fait, avant de la plonger en avant dans l'obscurité, éclairant les rangées d'étagères qui tenaient chaque cavalier selle. Il alluma soigneusement les torches le long de leur chemin jusqu'à ce qu'elles arrivent à l'étagère à l'arrière, un peu nues, mais pour la seule selle qui l'occupait. Une selle simplement ornementée, intemporelle mais clairement soignée, glissée par la lumière de la torche. Cedric a placé la torche dans l'éclisse vide à côté et l'a regardé avec un peu d'admiration, coulissant une main le long des contours polis de son design jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve son chemin en dessous avec une tenue ferme.
"Et maintenant nous devons transporter ce bâtard lourd jusqu'au dôme." Il a dit avec une grimace. "Ne vous inquiétez pas, les portes sont ouvertes, et il y a un chariot qui nous attend." Il a ajouté rassurant, placer est une autre main sur la selle alors qu'il attendait que la recrue fasse un mouvement.
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: First sword
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.
   
Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets. 
Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.
Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.
On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.
Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.
He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.
Mount: Calahna
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