Post by The Seven on Jun 12, 2008 12:09:46 GMT -5
The sky was a disgusting blue as Jocelyn walked out into the yard, lute and sword by his side. He was glad to finally be back at Heart's Home, but the place also held demons. From a certain spot on the walls he could clearly see the area in the distant mountains where he had been wounded so badly so long ago. "So what brings you to the yard?" A raspy voice asked. Joc looked around and saw Ser Ethan Stone standing behind him, a look of hungry curiosity on his face. His brother Lewyn had sent the knight back to keep a watchful eye on him, and that was exactly what the man was doing. He always seemed to already be where Joc was going next. "I want to trrrrrain my sword, wolf man." He called him that because the man had the look of a wolf to him. It wasn't a very pleasent look. But Ser Ethan smiled and walked over to the armory. "I'll give you a go." With two blunted swords he returned, passing one to Joc and testing the balance of the other. "You do know how to wield one of these, huh?"
I reply Joc dropped his lute and charged at the man, aiming for a swing to the man's right shoulder. Ser Ethan parried, then took a step to Joc's outside and brough his sword down, which Jocelyn narrowly managed to deflect. The boy took a step back, then shot to Ethan's left, his sword hanging low. As Stone went to deflect a possible blow, Jocelyn shot back to the right and brought up his sword, aiming for a hit to the chest, but stopping halfway and forcing it back down - Pounding the sword hard against Ser Ethan's kneecap. The man grunted and stepped back, observing the boy. Jocelyn's scattered mind seemed to reflect in his swords fighting - Attacking with no intent, random jabs, until his brain decided it was safe to go for the hit. With a roar Ethan charged Joc, feigning for a head swing but dropping low and slashing at his ribs. Jocelyn jumped back, his sword hanging lazily in the air, and kicked out. His leg brushed against Ethan's, who was already mounting another attack. The older man's experience proved more worth as he rained fast and heavy blows down on Jocelyn and soon disarmed him.
"Now Jocelyn, didn't we say you would stay out of the training yard?" A familiar voice said and Joc saw that it was Maester Cressen. The old man seemed to have been watching for a while now and shook a finger at Ser Ethan. "I am sure Lord Lewyn did not tell you to fight his brother, did he?" Ethan shrugged as he put the sword away. "He just said to keep an eye on him - No more, no less." Stone offered a hand to Joc and pulled him up. "Good fight, boy. But remember that sometimes you need to have an attack plan... Otherwise you could be dead meat." Joc nodded and threw away the sword. He grabbed his lute and ran after Maester Cressen, who was already returning back inside the castle. "Cress-cress! I wanteeeeed to ask you somemememething!" The old man stopped and turned his kindly gaze on Joc. "How may I help, Jocelyn?" The boy lifted his lute and pointed at it. "I wannnt to write a sonnnng but I do nottt know wherererere to go affffter a chord of G#dim-flat2 in an open mode." The Maester looked a little curious and then took Jocelyn's lute. "I see no reason why someone would want to play that chord, but in an open mode I would say..." He strummed a few not on the lute, before smiling. "B. The major chord. That adds a certain tension to it." Joc listened to the man play it and grinned. "Yes! That's iiiiit!"
Half an hour later Joc was sitting in the godswood, his feet dangling in the water and his lute in the hand. He started at the beginning, where there was still a vague hint of tonality - With every key it seemed to get darker, clashing notes that sounded like they could not be the harmonic foundation to a melody. And then, when it repeated, Joc began to sing the words and somehow he had written a melody that fit. A melody that was sweet and horrid at the same time; As if the most beautiful thing in the world was the great other himself. A melody that seemed like honey and shit, a corpse announcing his ever lasting love - Something so bizarre that it could possibly not be called sane. The words themselves were about no othet than Lyla, his loving wife. Joc's love for her burned like the flaming heart of R'hllor - He needed her and she was the thing that had inspired him to write this song. With his love for her and the aid of the gods he had done it - Combined horror with beauty. And that was what made him laught for so long infront of that heart tree. The sheer hypocracy of it was just too funny.
Jocelyn Corbray gains 2 points in Swordsmanship
Jocelyn Corbray gains 2 points in Lute
I reply Joc dropped his lute and charged at the man, aiming for a swing to the man's right shoulder. Ser Ethan parried, then took a step to Joc's outside and brough his sword down, which Jocelyn narrowly managed to deflect. The boy took a step back, then shot to Ethan's left, his sword hanging low. As Stone went to deflect a possible blow, Jocelyn shot back to the right and brought up his sword, aiming for a hit to the chest, but stopping halfway and forcing it back down - Pounding the sword hard against Ser Ethan's kneecap. The man grunted and stepped back, observing the boy. Jocelyn's scattered mind seemed to reflect in his swords fighting - Attacking with no intent, random jabs, until his brain decided it was safe to go for the hit. With a roar Ethan charged Joc, feigning for a head swing but dropping low and slashing at his ribs. Jocelyn jumped back, his sword hanging lazily in the air, and kicked out. His leg brushed against Ethan's, who was already mounting another attack. The older man's experience proved more worth as he rained fast and heavy blows down on Jocelyn and soon disarmed him.
"Now Jocelyn, didn't we say you would stay out of the training yard?" A familiar voice said and Joc saw that it was Maester Cressen. The old man seemed to have been watching for a while now and shook a finger at Ser Ethan. "I am sure Lord Lewyn did not tell you to fight his brother, did he?" Ethan shrugged as he put the sword away. "He just said to keep an eye on him - No more, no less." Stone offered a hand to Joc and pulled him up. "Good fight, boy. But remember that sometimes you need to have an attack plan... Otherwise you could be dead meat." Joc nodded and threw away the sword. He grabbed his lute and ran after Maester Cressen, who was already returning back inside the castle. "Cress-cress! I wanteeeeed to ask you somemememething!" The old man stopped and turned his kindly gaze on Joc. "How may I help, Jocelyn?" The boy lifted his lute and pointed at it. "I wannnt to write a sonnnng but I do nottt know wherererere to go affffter a chord of G#dim-flat2 in an open mode." The Maester looked a little curious and then took Jocelyn's lute. "I see no reason why someone would want to play that chord, but in an open mode I would say..." He strummed a few not on the lute, before smiling. "B. The major chord. That adds a certain tension to it." Joc listened to the man play it and grinned. "Yes! That's iiiiit!"
Half an hour later Joc was sitting in the godswood, his feet dangling in the water and his lute in the hand. He started at the beginning, where there was still a vague hint of tonality - With every key it seemed to get darker, clashing notes that sounded like they could not be the harmonic foundation to a melody. And then, when it repeated, Joc began to sing the words and somehow he had written a melody that fit. A melody that was sweet and horrid at the same time; As if the most beautiful thing in the world was the great other himself. A melody that seemed like honey and shit, a corpse announcing his ever lasting love - Something so bizarre that it could possibly not be called sane. The words themselves were about no othet than Lyla, his loving wife. Joc's love for her burned like the flaming heart of R'hllor - He needed her and she was the thing that had inspired him to write this song. With his love for her and the aid of the gods he had done it - Combined horror with beauty. And that was what made him laught for so long infront of that heart tree. The sheer hypocracy of it was just too funny.
Jocelyn Corbray gains 2 points in Swordsmanship
Jocelyn Corbray gains 2 points in Lute