"It is tradition that
before a warrior enters a new dungeon for the first time, that he kiss the
pommel of his sword three times while reciting the Oath of Combat. Or, if the
fighter uses another type of weapon, then they should kiss the head of it,
thrice, while reciting the same oath.
Upon receiving a new
shield, it is tradition that a fighter spend one full evening (alone) polishing
it with filigree grease if it is predominately metal, or oiling it with a
mixture of willow sap and linseed oil if it is wood. During this time, they
must not speak to anyone in the party, or their shield may break during their
first skirmish.
A new weapon
traditionally requires a drop of the new owner’s blood on the blade, as well as
an evening in their bed. It should also be given two names: one to be used in
polite conversation, the other, when the two are alone, and the person finds they
have to give it a bit of a pep talk for letting them down. The secret name is
its true name and is descriptive of it inner nature. The public name is for generating
interest and fear around such a weapon. Both names should be bold.
When new armour is
worn for the first time, tradition dictates the person rub ashes all over it to
take away some of its lustre. This does not include, leather or padded armour. Preferably
the ashes should be from the forge where it was made. If this is not possible,
then any ashes will do, as long as they are still slightly warm. Once the
armour is completely lacking in sheen, the wearer must walk backwards through
any doorway reciting the prayer of protection in reverse. Once completed the armour
can be buffed back up to its original shine.
If however, the armour is primarily made of leather, the tradition is somewhat different, as well as practical. It is to be soaked in a equal mixture of ale and horse piss to allow it to soften and mold itself to the wearer's body.
Traditionally, a newly
forged helmet requires a good dousing in sheep’s brains to ward off unlucky
head shots. The brains should be mashed into a wooden bucket, along with the
eyeballs of the same sheep. A handful of its dung is next, then a flagon of its
blood. Mix thoroughly and leave to stand for one full evening. In the morning,
while the dew still lies on the ground, submerge the helmet into the bucket and
leave until sunset of that evening. Then take it out, give it a good clean, and
hey presto, off you go.
When breaking in new
pair of leather boots, tradition dictates that you fill them with your own
urine to soften the leather, and disguise your scent from devils and demons
that seek to waylay you on the road of life. It sounds counterintuitive,
masking your scent, with your scent, but I don’t make the traditions, I merely describe
them.
When a fighter finds
themselves in the lists for hand-to-hand melee, it is tradition that they wipe
lampblack under their eyes to ward off the suns glare. Also, they should be
clean shaven. This tradition goes back to the times of Xelander the Conqueror,
who slew his nemesis with ease, by grabbing him by his beard and lopping off
his head."
Traditions and Trials by Arms by Arik Red-Eye
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