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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 22, 2008 23:45:16 GMT -5
A fairly sized training yard in the center of Duskendale.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 22, 2008 23:46:11 GMT -5
Evander Storm makes his way into the training yard and immediately looks for a sparring partner to train with.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 23:54:38 GMT -5
A competing hedge knight from the crownlands, Ser Bors, steps forward. "Will you spar with me, ser?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 0:06:48 GMT -5
Evander nods and draws his blunted sword, saluting his worthy opponent.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 23, 2008 0:11:32 GMT -5
Ser Sandor Grimm Strolls in to the Training yard to watch the assorted Knights fight.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 5:41:24 GMT -5
Ser Devon and Ser Dougal arrive, each armed with a wooden practice sword, and go through their warmup routines then spar with one another.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 23, 2008 6:02:31 GMT -5
Lord Harwin Sarsfield walks into the yard alone and joins the small group watching Evander and Ser Bors.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 23, 2008 7:12:12 GMT -5
Ser Patrek Redfort arrives at the training yard, looking for a challenge.
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Post by Fel on Apr 23, 2008 7:44:49 GMT -5
The Wild Dog stalks into the training yard, he picks up a tourney sword and swings it testingly a few times in the air.
He laughs seeing all the people in the yard who had turned to look at him. "Who's first?" he asked.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 23, 2008 7:56:52 GMT -5
Ser Redfort grunts picks up a blunted long axe and turns to face the Wild Dog. "I am, it seems"
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Post by Fel on Apr 23, 2008 7:59:34 GMT -5
Tomas Clegane barks out a laugh, "as you wish."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 9:23:03 GMT -5
Evander helps Ser Bors up from the ground, "Well fought, knight." He immediately begins looking for someone else to spar with.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 14:17:49 GMT -5
Ser Dunnock saunters over to Evander, his sourleaf stained grin wide and bloody. "Y'lookin' t'match swords 'gain, eh? Might 'ave a right good fight wiff me, the Bloody Sparrow 'imself!"
With a bark of laughter, the hedge knight readies his sword and shield, emblazoned with the device of a brown sparrow with beak dripping red.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
Evander worried quietly to himself and drew his sword as he loudly accepted, "Yes, ser, why don't we?"
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 23, 2008 15:30:46 GMT -5
Ser Sandor walks around the training yard Looking for someone to practice with.
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