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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 13, 2008 14:18:02 GMT -5
A large area, carved out of the west wing of the palace. The space could comfortably fit a hundred men, all swinging weapons. Trees dot the areas near the walls, and they are of many varieties. Native fruit grows from the branches of some, and in many colors. It looks more like a fair ground than a training yard.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 13, 2008 14:18:53 GMT -5
Rin led Will into the training yard and pointed to a bench.
"Rest now, in a minute we'll fight." He said, going to one of the walls where weapons rested.
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Post by Arthur on May 13, 2008 14:20:40 GMT -5
"Do you use a Warhammer? Or a Smithy hammer in your bouts?" Will asked. "We will start on our feet for now, and work out way to horses at a later time. Do you have any experience with horse or wearing armor?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 13, 2008 14:28:42 GMT -5
Rin chuckled. "I've worn armor, but never into battle. Tends to weigh you down if you take a spontaneous swim after falling overboard. Not that I have participated in any battles either, other than skirmishes and street fights. And if you think I am going to hop onto a horse and start swinging this thing already, you're mad." He laughed.
"I can count how many times I have ridden a horse on one finger." He picked up a warhammer from the weapons rack. It was heavy looking thing, and the metal was chipped in places from careless use. "Tyrosh doesn't have much need for horses, being such strong seafarers, though I have an inkling that learning to ride might prove to be important some day for me. Especially if I plan to travel." He hefted the hammer up to his shoulder, and readied his hands.
"As for what weapon I use, how's this?'' The massive youth lifted the hammer into the air, swung, and crashed the weapon into the back of a wooden bench. The seat exploded, splinters fluttering everywhere. Rin smirked, and lifted the warhammer back up, almost effortlessly, his arms were very much accustomed to this sort of motion.
"Ready yet?"
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Post by Arthur on May 13, 2008 14:31:44 GMT -5
"If you ever ask me if I'm ready again, you'll find the swing coming without warning," Will smiled, lifting up his old training War Hammer. He had had it since birth, for it was his fathers. "Lets have a go at it then."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 13, 2008 14:57:53 GMT -5
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Rin dropped to his knee, and helped Will up.
"Are you alright?" He asked, removing the man's helm.
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Post by Arthur on May 13, 2008 22:24:33 GMT -5
"Yes... it seems I tripped over that root there. I am not accustomed to fighting in such a... natural yard. Though I will not make excuses, you swing a hammer well. Perhaps after I get my head back, we will have another go at it."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 14, 2008 3:12:33 GMT -5
"Well then." Rin said smiling. "Perhaps I should show you to where it is you were heading. Where was that again, exactly?"
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Post by Arthur on May 14, 2008 10:41:34 GMT -5
"I am where I wanted to go. The Palace. I will work towards getting audience with the her grace, the Queen. If that's not possible, I'll seek out the Prince Targaryen."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 14, 2008 13:22:53 GMT -5
Rin let the hammer drop, and stretched.
"Am I allowed to ask what you need from the crown?"
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Post by Arthur on May 14, 2008 14:31:33 GMT -5
"Exactly what I needed from you," Will smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. "Friendship."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 14, 2008 15:41:05 GMT -5
Rin chuckled. "Well then, I suppose you have it. Though I don't know how much help it'll be, the friendship of a blacksmith. Discounts on horseshoes?"
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Post by Arthur on May 14, 2008 17:29:31 GMT -5
"And a new helmet?" Will laughed, as they continued out of the yard.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 17, 2008 8:42:45 GMT -5
Lord Robert Caraven enters the training yard with the First Sword of Braavos, Degjo, and some of the many lesser swordsmen in his retinue, four in all. Their names was Theradas, Silchas, Corlo and Gothos. They all found blunted sword and got ready for a training fight.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 17, 2008 17:19:12 GMT -5
Robert sits down on a bench, happy that he has such able guards. "Continue your training Degjo," he sais. Degjo nods silently and motion for Silchas and Corlo to step forward, while Theradas and Gothos awaits the outcome of the spar.
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