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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 6:45:46 GMT -5
The training yard rang with the sounds of swords. Knights trained their squires and some guards were testing their skill against eachother. An archery range was also established in a far corner.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 6:51:40 GMT -5
Brandon entered the training yard eager to test his skills against someone. He picked up a blunted sword.
"This is no place for musicians," an arrogant squire spat. "Is that so?" Brandon asked. Several of the guards looked on in amusement. "Pick up your sword then young boy".
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 12:06:11 GMT -5
Brandon looked at the muddy squire he had defeated. "Maybe you should take up a harp instead of a sword then. You must be really bad, this sword fighting seems pretty easy to me". Brandon shrugged and walk away from the humiliated squire.
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Post by Sam on Mar 29, 2008 12:36:11 GMT -5
A guardsman laughs loudly at the spectacle of the musician knocking a squire into the mud. He nudged his fellow guards, who looked over to see the youth on the ground and started to laugh as well.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 16:03:55 GMT -5
Ser Tytos Blackwood entered the yard, the King next to him. Tytos looked at the boy on the ground, looking to be a squire, and then the man with the blunted sword standing above him. "Hail, good Ser. It seems you have managed to defeat a Squire... Would you like to try your hand at a true Knight?" He asked, winking at the King.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 17:16:54 GMT -5
"I'm no ser, Ser, but might as well see if my luck holds. I'd probably fare better than at a snowball fight" Brandon said winking at the King. "Let me just relax a little, this swordfighting is more taxing than it seems".
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 17:30:58 GMT -5
Ser Tytos Blackwood laughed. "You'll get used to it soon enough. Can I have you name? I am Ser Tytos Blackwood, as you probably know from my white attire."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 17:37:06 GMT -5
"Brandon Stone, the Emperor of the Dothraki Sea, King of Sands, Speaker of a dozen Tounges, Master of Self Made Titles, but I prefer to go by life playing the harp" Brandon said overdramatically to the amusement of the King.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 17:43:01 GMT -5
Ser Tytos looked at Brandon and smiled. "I speak a little Bastard Valyrian myself," he said. He continued to ask Brandon how he was in Bastard Valyrian of a Braavosi accent.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 17:51:42 GMT -5
"Most excellent, but wouldn't be fair to the young King to be left out. Maybe your Higness would like to learn other languages someday? I feel refreshened now and ready to take a beating". Brandon struck a ridiculouse pose, before settling in the sideways position of the Braavosi water dance.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 17:56:55 GMT -5
Ser Tytos Blackwood looked on at Brandon. "Braavosi Water Dance, eh?" Ser Tytos grabbed a blunted tourney blade and pointed at a bench just outside the small fighting circle. "Go sit there and watch the fight." He told the king. He got into his stance, grinning.
"Ready?"
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 18:16:05 GMT -5
Ser Tytos Blackwood puts his hand out to help Brandon Stone up. "Good job, you did well for facing a Kingsguardsmen."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 29, 2008 18:19:44 GMT -5
"Thank you, Ser," Brandon sais as he stands up taking Blackwood's hand and rubs his collar bone.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 29, 2008 18:36:08 GMT -5
Ser Tytos Blackwood nods and smiles. "You did very good, keep practicing and one day you may be a formidable warrior."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 30, 2008 3:22:07 GMT -5
"The warrior life does not suit me I'm afraid, but I'll be sure to practice more"
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Hope you all are well and happy.