You gaze in wonder over the table of armaments in front of you. Everything from knives and axes to spears and claymores were carefully aligned before you as a watchful quartermaster made sure nothing disappeared into the hands of an overeager recruit ready for blood. "Go on and pick a weapon, lad. The test will begin soon." he said as he put a withered hand on the table and leaned in to make sure you didn't steal something extra.
You briefly nodded your head in acknowledgement and returned your gaze to the wooden table and its shimmering weapons below. You had some sort of physical exam coming up before you could become an initiate in the guild and it was hard picking a weapon with no idea what you might face. Finally, you decide on...
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