You say in a dispassionate voice, "This is a good place."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Lend me your blade."

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "Yes, Sir."

Sovereign Ram rings out brightly as Madisyn rapidly draws it from a leather shoulder scabbard.

Madisyn gives Sovereign Ram to you.


Forged from a golden alloy of the finest steel and lead, this blade exhibits a barely-perceptible 
curve along its length, accentuated by a triple groove carved into the metal. The long tang is 
encased by a grip of cobalt snakeskin in an intricate braided pattern. Rounding off the grip is a 
pyramidal pommel fashioned from peridot, affording perfect balance to this masterfully crafted 
weapon.
It has 100 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 5 pounds.
You may use the following commands with this weapon:


You say in a dispassionate voice, "Ah, golden hued lead alloy."

Madisyn's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Triple grooves are rare."

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "I do like gold."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "It is natural."

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "I admire it's purity and brilliant shine."

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "Reminds me of the Light."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Indeed, and lead is a heavy metal, much like your duty as a 
Templar."

Madisyn lowers her head respectfully before you.

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "Yes, Sir."

Synbios grasps the snakeskin grip of Sovereign Ram and lifts the blade high.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "We are the few remaining blademasters of the Templars, but that 
does not diminish our duty as the blade and shield of Light."

Madisyn nods her head emphatically.

Synbios closes his eyes, and flame begins to run through Sovereign Ram's blade.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Flame - the warmth of home, and the fire that purges the filth 
and deceit of Evil, Chaos and Darkness."

Madisyn gazes at the flame coursing through her blade.

Synbios lowers the blade, and the flames sputter out as water begins to cascade in 
their wake.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh," says Madisyn.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Water - the soothing of the seas, and the waves that crash 
against those that oppose our ideals."

Madisyn smiles almost proudly.

Synbios raised the blade once more, pointing to the east, as the water begins to 
crystallize, encasing the sword in ice.

Madisyn's eyes bug out as she boggles in amazement.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Ice - the comforting chill in summer's heat, and the blizzard 
that consigns the flames of destruction to nothingness."

Synbios slashes gently towards the west, the icy shards scattering as a visible 
wind begins to scour through the blade.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Wind - that which scatters the seeds of life to new soil, also 
scatters the chaff of our enemies into the bleak rocks."

Madisyn smiles softly.

Synbios slowly twists his arm, drawing a circle that encompasses the four elements, 
which shimmers with lightning.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Lightning - the herald of life-giving rain, and the sky's hammer 
that crushes our foes."

Synbios makes a sudden motion, drawing back Sovereign Ram from the elemental circle 
and thrusting towards the centre, stopping as the point of the blade is inches away from your nose. 
The five elements spin wildly before collapsing into the blade, as a dark hue encompasses the sword.

Madisyn gives a horrified gasp.
Madisyn breathes out calmly, relieved.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Emptiness - the gap between notes, seasons, and the beginning for 
our mission, the calmness of your mind, heart and soul as you unwaveringly carry out the mission of 
Light, the pit upon which our enemies shall be cast down, and the nothingness that they 
hypocritically preach which will consume them!"

Madisyn nods her head carefully.

Synbios twists his wrist, as he looses a slash against his right palm, creating a 
shallow cut on his palm.

Synbios turns the hilt of Sovereign Ram and hands it to you.

Madisyn takes her sword back, tentatively.

You give Sovereign Ram to Madisyn.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "We have been derisively called 'bloodletters' by our foes."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Let them call us that. Every drop of blood spilled by them 
nourishes the seeds of Creation. For every foe slain, for every villain cast to the abyss, Creation 
flourishes in our tender ministrations."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "If you wish to follow in this path, do the same as what I did."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "As a Templar, our path will not be easy. Our path is one that is 
fraught with combat and death. But if you have the courage to do so with Honour, declare it so."

Madisyn looks a little nervous for a brief second, but then regains the strength and pride of her 
Mission and turning her open hand she brings her sword down quickly and lightly across it, making a 
shallow wound.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "That is the first of many wounds that you will receive on your 
path to Knighthood. But let it be the last wound that you will deal upon yourself, for the gravest 
wound you will inflict upon yourself is the wound of treachery to our ideals. Do you wish to remain 
a Templar, even though I have said that this path is not easy?"

Madisyn nods her head emphatically.

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "I do."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Very well."

Unrelenting Destiny rings out brightly as you rapidly draw it from a meteoric iron scabbard.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Hold out your wounded palm."

Madisyn stretches out her gently bleeding hand.

Synbios reaches out with his own bleeding hand and grasps your palm, allowing the 
blood to mix with each other. Shaking your hand firmly, he releases it and lowers Unrelenting 
Destiny's flat edge against your shoulder.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "With this, we have formed a compact between mentor and protege."

You say in a dispassionate voice, "I welcome you as my protege, Page Madisyn."

Madisyn beams though humbled.

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "Thank you, Sir."

Madisyn will now be known as Page Madisyn, Protege of Sir Synbios.

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "I am honoured."

Synbios allows a smile to cross his lips.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Ensure that you carry the name of the Templars proudly."

Madisyn nods her head emphatically.

Madisyn says in a gentle, alluring voice, "I hope I always have and trust I always will."

Madisyn lowers her head respectfully before you.

You say in a dispassionate voice, "For it is in your actions that you make yourself a true knight."

Synbios splays his hands graciously, the labyrinthine patterns on his hands easily 
catching the light.


(Acolytes): You say, "Page Madisyn, congratulations. I expect great things from you, protege."

(Acolytes): Ferrous says, "Congratulations Page."

(Acolytes): Madisyn says, "Thank you, Sir. It is an honour and I will strive to exceed your 
expectations."

<logged that I am now her mentor>

You say in a dispassionate voice, "Hold out your wounded palm once more."

Madisyn stretches out her palm again, curiously.

Synbios takes some vitality elixir and pours it on a bandage. wrapping it around 
your palm as he does so. He then does the same for his own palm.

Madisyn's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You smile impishly and say in a dispassionate voice, "Can't have it be infected, you know."

Madisyn nods her head emphatically.


You tell Page Madisyn, Protege of Sir Synbios, "//I hope you enjoyed the ceremony."

Madisyn tells you, "I did. Very nice and fitting. Sets one up properly for the life ahead."