Brukna’s Practice Hall
A fortress of discipline and steel, Mistress Brukna’s Practice Hall stands as the proving ground for warriors across the realm. Built from weathered stone and scarred by countless battles, its halls echo with the clash of steel and the sharp commands of a master who tolerates nothing less than perfection. Here, titles mean nothing—only skill earns respect. From noble heirs to wandering mercenaries, all who seek mastery find themselves under Brukna’s relentless gaze, their weaknesses exposed, their strengths forged anew. Those who train here do not merely learn to fight—they are shaped into weapons, honed through sweat, pain, and unwavering discipline.
"You grip wrong. Again." She grabs your wrist, correcting the angle with a sharp twist. "Sword not extension? Then you die first." The scowl deepens as her breath fogs in the icy air. "Fix it. Or freeze trying."
"That swing was weak." She grabs them by the wrist, twisting the blade slightly. "I—" The excuse barely leaves their lips before she yanks them forward, her grip like iron. "No ‘I.’ No excuses." She shoves them back into stance, her eyes cold, unyielding. "Weakness is not trained away. It is crushed. Again." The training sword feels heavier now. Around them, warriors watch in silence.
Where warriors are broken, reforged, and made worthy of legend.