Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 20:42:08 GMT -5
Maerys woke up and immediately noticed he had fallen asleep in the library. His candle was had gone out and it was dark. He stood up and stretched, letting out a groan, he began to feel his way to the exit. He walked out into the hallway and made a slight jog to stretch his legs.
In his room, he changed and headed to Ser Bart's chambers which was just down the hall. The knight he squired for was in his early seventies and spent much of his time sleeping. The door squeaked open and Maerys stepped into the room. He saw that Ser Bart was still asleep, and would most likely be asleep until well after noon. His mind was beginning to slip and the old codger slept more and more. Maerys smiled fondly, the old man was cranky but he was kind and charitable, having given Maerys his chainmail.
Maerys sighed, it seemed he would be training by himself again today. He headed back to his room and donned his armor. He wasn't strong enough for full plate yet but he donned chainmail hauberk and carried his great helm down with him to the practice yard.
Once there he put on his helmet and struck at a padded dummy. He hated practicing like this but no one was really out yet and he needed to spend some time outside. He continued to hack at the dummy until sweat had matted his hair down. He was breathing hard and decided to take a break, removing his helmet walked to a log and sat down. In between the time Maerys had arrived and his self appointed break dozens of knights and men at arms had arrived in the yard.
He saw Ser Derek Flowers, the Bastard of Oldtown showing a squire how to handle a longsword. He does three different cuts and a parry, showing the youngman how to move his wrist. Maerys came up and watched from a couple yards away. His greatsword was heavier and longer than the longsword. so he was not able to do the same movements. Ser Flowers noticed him and motioned him forward.
"You are one of the wards, correct?"
Maerys nodded and unsheathed his greatsword from his back, and looks at the other squire. "I'm Maerys Dayne, heir to Starfall. You are?"
The boy says,"Ryman Storm, my father is here to talk to the Hand. We should spare." He picks up a blunted longsword and swings it a little bit from side to side.
Maerys looks at Ser Derek, who smiles and say,"I don't see why a little competition is a bad thing." He asks a couple men near the two to back up and a bit of a circle is formed. Maerys moves towards the bastards right side. He counters with a move toward Maerys's right. Maerys had the advantage of being taller and having a longer sword, but his opponent seemed to have more muscle. I cannot allow him to waste all my energy, I need to end this as quickly as possible.
He darts to the right and takes an overhand swing towards Ryman's shoulder. The Stormlander blocks it deftly and the force of the steel hitting steel rattles both their arms. Storm swings his sword towards Maery's leg and he barely gets his sword down to block it. He is only wearing chainmail and even getting it by a tourney sword will hurt. Both boys try their best to hit eachother but desperation and training kick in and every blow seems to be blocked.
After a while Maerys starts to get winded and is startled by how much harder it is to lift his sword, how long had they been sparing? As he is thinking, Ryman moves in and locks swords with him. Before Maerys can react the other squire puts a foot behind his and shoves, toppling him over, he then places his blunted sword on Maerys's throat.
Ser Flowers and several of the men clap, the Master-at-Arms helps him up, he is redfaced and embarrassed at losing. But he had learned a lesson, you don't just fight with your sword. Derek pats him on the shoulder and congratulates both on doing well,"I could see both of you becoming handy with a weapon."
Maerys nod and smiles, shaking Ryman's hand. He then takes his leave and heads to his room where he takes off his armor and heads to Ser Bart's room. He enters and notices the stench of death, Ser Bart had not been sleeping.
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Results:
Maerys is without a Knight to squire for.
Maerys improves his great sword toward the next level
In his room, he changed and headed to Ser Bart's chambers which was just down the hall. The knight he squired for was in his early seventies and spent much of his time sleeping. The door squeaked open and Maerys stepped into the room. He saw that Ser Bart was still asleep, and would most likely be asleep until well after noon. His mind was beginning to slip and the old codger slept more and more. Maerys smiled fondly, the old man was cranky but he was kind and charitable, having given Maerys his chainmail.
Maerys sighed, it seemed he would be training by himself again today. He headed back to his room and donned his armor. He wasn't strong enough for full plate yet but he donned chainmail hauberk and carried his great helm down with him to the practice yard.
Once there he put on his helmet and struck at a padded dummy. He hated practicing like this but no one was really out yet and he needed to spend some time outside. He continued to hack at the dummy until sweat had matted his hair down. He was breathing hard and decided to take a break, removing his helmet walked to a log and sat down. In between the time Maerys had arrived and his self appointed break dozens of knights and men at arms had arrived in the yard.
He saw Ser Derek Flowers, the Bastard of Oldtown showing a squire how to handle a longsword. He does three different cuts and a parry, showing the youngman how to move his wrist. Maerys came up and watched from a couple yards away. His greatsword was heavier and longer than the longsword. so he was not able to do the same movements. Ser Flowers noticed him and motioned him forward.
"You are one of the wards, correct?"
Maerys nodded and unsheathed his greatsword from his back, and looks at the other squire. "I'm Maerys Dayne, heir to Starfall. You are?"
The boy says,"Ryman Storm, my father is here to talk to the Hand. We should spare." He picks up a blunted longsword and swings it a little bit from side to side.
Maerys looks at Ser Derek, who smiles and say,"I don't see why a little competition is a bad thing." He asks a couple men near the two to back up and a bit of a circle is formed. Maerys moves towards the bastards right side. He counters with a move toward Maerys's right. Maerys had the advantage of being taller and having a longer sword, but his opponent seemed to have more muscle. I cannot allow him to waste all my energy, I need to end this as quickly as possible.
He darts to the right and takes an overhand swing towards Ryman's shoulder. The Stormlander blocks it deftly and the force of the steel hitting steel rattles both their arms. Storm swings his sword towards Maery's leg and he barely gets his sword down to block it. He is only wearing chainmail and even getting it by a tourney sword will hurt. Both boys try their best to hit eachother but desperation and training kick in and every blow seems to be blocked.
After a while Maerys starts to get winded and is startled by how much harder it is to lift his sword, how long had they been sparing? As he is thinking, Ryman moves in and locks swords with him. Before Maerys can react the other squire puts a foot behind his and shoves, toppling him over, he then places his blunted sword on Maerys's throat.
Ser Flowers and several of the men clap, the Master-at-Arms helps him up, he is redfaced and embarrassed at losing. But he had learned a lesson, you don't just fight with your sword. Derek pats him on the shoulder and congratulates both on doing well,"I could see both of you becoming handy with a weapon."
Maerys nod and smiles, shaking Ryman's hand. He then takes his leave and heads to his room where he takes off his armor and heads to Ser Bart's room. He enters and notices the stench of death, Ser Bart had not been sleeping.
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Results:
Maerys is without a Knight to squire for.
Maerys improves his great sword toward the next level
Hope you all are well and happy.