Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2008 15:38:38 GMT -5
"Dammit, I'm coming already", Owen thought as he leapt from his bed to open it for whoever was knocking so incessantly at such an early hour. He certainly did not expect that person to be his brother, and was shocked to find that the case.
"Brother!", Raymund cried as he brought out his hand to shake with Owen.
"Raymund?", Owen said with obvious surprise, although he smiled pleasantly at him. He shook the young man's hand, put an arm around his brother's shoulder as he led the boy into his chambers.
"This is the surprise of the century, Raymund, what brings you to the city you disdain so greatly?", Owen asked as he walked into another room to change his clothes.
"I've come to King's Landing to attain my knighthood!", Raymund shouted proudly.
Owen nearly laughed in the middle of dressing himself. "Well that's a noble quest." He smiled amusedly to himself and then reentered the room.
"The King's tourney", Raymund said excitedly.
"The King's tourney...?", Owen asked curiously as he leaned back in a pillowed chair. "I've heard nothing of this. Or if I have I've quite quickly forgotten it."
"I rode here as fast as I could when I heard of the King's tourney. He is going to fill the three vacant slots of his Kngsguard!"
"Ray...this is a bit of a jump from 'attaining your knightood', is it not?", he asked, smiling.
Raymund blushed slightly, "Best to try now while I have the chance".
"Fair enough", Owen responded, as he straightened himself in his chair. "Do you need something from me?", he asked his brother, as he watched the boy move around with some anxiety.
"Well...I was hoping you'd take me to the training yard and teach me a thing or two more before the tourney."
Owen gave a small smile, "It would be my pleasure, Raymund. Come back in an hour and we'll make our way over...I have some papers to attend to first."
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Raymund reentered the room precisely hour later...or as precisely as one can manage.
"Ready?", he asked, with some hint of impatience.
"Mhmm", Owen said, fastening his longsword and belt.
The pair made their way out of the room and out towards a nearby stable where they both found their respective horses. They mounted up and rode for the training yard, which they found with little trouble.
When they had put their horses in the care of a nearby peasant (for a few silver stags), they drew their blunted blades and began to spar.
Owen moved quickly, pointing out flaws in his brother's defenses and showing him ways to counter attacks more precisely.
That being said though, Raymund was not a poor swordsman himself. He was in fact, rather adept--perhaps better than Owen when he was seventeen. As such, Owen found himself learning a thing or two and practicing some new techniques he had learned recently, through the fight with brigands and even more recently.
Owen's style was a defensive one, tricking his brother to chase him far, and then rallying a quick attack. When Raymund caught on t this he started to prepare against it, strengthening his ripostes and working them with certain success.
They sparred for some time longer and then started switching partners with locals and nobles who were also in the training yard.
By the end of the day they were exhausted and made their way back to Owen's residence. Raymund excitedly asked his brother if they could make a habit of the practice and keep returning. Owen was confident with his own improvements and interested in improving even further, so he accepted. Thusly he continued every day for the next few weeks, in preparation for the tourney, and Raymund's attempt at 'making the kingsguard'.
Results:
Owen Corbray improves towards master swordsmanship.
Raymund Corbray improves to expert swordsmanship.
"Brother!", Raymund cried as he brought out his hand to shake with Owen.
"Raymund?", Owen said with obvious surprise, although he smiled pleasantly at him. He shook the young man's hand, put an arm around his brother's shoulder as he led the boy into his chambers.
"This is the surprise of the century, Raymund, what brings you to the city you disdain so greatly?", Owen asked as he walked into another room to change his clothes.
"I've come to King's Landing to attain my knighthood!", Raymund shouted proudly.
Owen nearly laughed in the middle of dressing himself. "Well that's a noble quest." He smiled amusedly to himself and then reentered the room.
"The King's tourney", Raymund said excitedly.
"The King's tourney...?", Owen asked curiously as he leaned back in a pillowed chair. "I've heard nothing of this. Or if I have I've quite quickly forgotten it."
"I rode here as fast as I could when I heard of the King's tourney. He is going to fill the three vacant slots of his Kngsguard!"
"Ray...this is a bit of a jump from 'attaining your knightood', is it not?", he asked, smiling.
Raymund blushed slightly, "Best to try now while I have the chance".
"Fair enough", Owen responded, as he straightened himself in his chair. "Do you need something from me?", he asked his brother, as he watched the boy move around with some anxiety.
"Well...I was hoping you'd take me to the training yard and teach me a thing or two more before the tourney."
Owen gave a small smile, "It would be my pleasure, Raymund. Come back in an hour and we'll make our way over...I have some papers to attend to first."
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Raymund reentered the room precisely hour later...or as precisely as one can manage.
"Ready?", he asked, with some hint of impatience.
"Mhmm", Owen said, fastening his longsword and belt.
The pair made their way out of the room and out towards a nearby stable where they both found their respective horses. They mounted up and rode for the training yard, which they found with little trouble.
When they had put their horses in the care of a nearby peasant (for a few silver stags), they drew their blunted blades and began to spar.
Owen moved quickly, pointing out flaws in his brother's defenses and showing him ways to counter attacks more precisely.
That being said though, Raymund was not a poor swordsman himself. He was in fact, rather adept--perhaps better than Owen when he was seventeen. As such, Owen found himself learning a thing or two and practicing some new techniques he had learned recently, through the fight with brigands and even more recently.
Owen's style was a defensive one, tricking his brother to chase him far, and then rallying a quick attack. When Raymund caught on t this he started to prepare against it, strengthening his ripostes and working them with certain success.
They sparred for some time longer and then started switching partners with locals and nobles who were also in the training yard.
By the end of the day they were exhausted and made their way back to Owen's residence. Raymund excitedly asked his brother if they could make a habit of the practice and keep returning. Owen was confident with his own improvements and interested in improving even further, so he accepted. Thusly he continued every day for the next few weeks, in preparation for the tourney, and Raymund's attempt at 'making the kingsguard'.
Results:
Owen Corbray improves towards master swordsmanship.
Raymund Corbray improves to expert swordsmanship.