Post by The Smith on Apr 19, 2008 0:07:03 GMT -5
Ser Grant walked up the stone stairs under his family’s castle, leaving the crypt. As he shut the heavy stone door, it dawned on him that his brother was truly gone, for good. He muttered a quick prayer to the Mother and the Father, and then turned to walk back to his solar. He walked in a haze, not really paying attention what went on around him, and he bumped into a man wearing black and white. Muttering his apologies, he tried to walk away but a pair of strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. He lifted his head and saw Ser Garlan Swann looking at him, at eye level. The heir to Stonehelm was laughing, and Ser Grant could not help but to grin slightly.
“Grant, I’ve been talking to you since we left the crypt, your ignored me until I jumped into your path. I understand it is hard to lose a brother, but you must snap out of it. If you cannot, think about your wedding. If anyone can make you smile, it’s my sister.” Ser Garlan frowned, and punched Ser Grant in the shoulder. “Treat her well, brother,” he said with another laugh. Ser Grant smiled and then shoved Ser Garlan off him.
“If you expect to replace Liam, you’d better be ready to replace him in the training yard as well. Come, we’re sparring,” he said, with a hardness in his voice. The pair arrived at the training yard, and Ser Grant selected a wooden bastard sword, while Ser Garlan took a stick with a wooden club on the end, representative of his chosen weapon, the Morningstar. The two squared off on opposite corners of a space on the field.
Ser Grant rushed in, and Garlan tried to dodge to the side, but slipped and nearly fell. He caught himself, however, and checked Ser Grant’s blow on his shield knocking him off-balance again. Ser Grant followed through with another attack and Garlan barely parried it, but was able to regain his footing. He resumed a fighting stance, and swung an attack of his own, which was parried by Ser Grant’s long wooden blade. They each unleashed a flurry of blows and the sound of wood striking wood echoed around the castle’s grounds.
Ser Garlan kicked Grant in the chest with one booted foot, and swung his Morningstar while grant was doubled over, but Grant dodged the blow and smacked Ser Garlan on the back of his legs with his sword, and then struck again at the man’s back. Ser Garlan fell to the ground, breathing heavily, and Ser Grant stood above him breathing equally heavily. “It is nice… to have a brother, who… I can beat once in a while…” Ser Grant said with a laugh. Ser Garlan also laughed, and stood massaging his legs. He clasped his good-brother’s hand and the two walked back into the castle, to rest and find a meal.
Ser Grant Connington increases to Master Sword
Ser Garlan Swann increases to Noteworhty Morningstar
“Grant, I’ve been talking to you since we left the crypt, your ignored me until I jumped into your path. I understand it is hard to lose a brother, but you must snap out of it. If you cannot, think about your wedding. If anyone can make you smile, it’s my sister.” Ser Garlan frowned, and punched Ser Grant in the shoulder. “Treat her well, brother,” he said with another laugh. Ser Grant smiled and then shoved Ser Garlan off him.
“If you expect to replace Liam, you’d better be ready to replace him in the training yard as well. Come, we’re sparring,” he said, with a hardness in his voice. The pair arrived at the training yard, and Ser Grant selected a wooden bastard sword, while Ser Garlan took a stick with a wooden club on the end, representative of his chosen weapon, the Morningstar. The two squared off on opposite corners of a space on the field.
Ser Grant rushed in, and Garlan tried to dodge to the side, but slipped and nearly fell. He caught himself, however, and checked Ser Grant’s blow on his shield knocking him off-balance again. Ser Grant followed through with another attack and Garlan barely parried it, but was able to regain his footing. He resumed a fighting stance, and swung an attack of his own, which was parried by Ser Grant’s long wooden blade. They each unleashed a flurry of blows and the sound of wood striking wood echoed around the castle’s grounds.
Ser Garlan kicked Grant in the chest with one booted foot, and swung his Morningstar while grant was doubled over, but Grant dodged the blow and smacked Ser Garlan on the back of his legs with his sword, and then struck again at the man’s back. Ser Garlan fell to the ground, breathing heavily, and Ser Grant stood above him breathing equally heavily. “It is nice… to have a brother, who… I can beat once in a while…” Ser Grant said with a laugh. Ser Garlan also laughed, and stood massaging his legs. He clasped his good-brother’s hand and the two walked back into the castle, to rest and find a meal.
Ser Grant Connington increases to Master Sword
Ser Garlan Swann increases to Noteworhty Morningstar