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Post by Fel on Nov 18, 2009 21:05:04 GMT -5
The training yard of the Red Keep rings daily with the sound of men honing their skills in combat
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Post by Fel on Nov 18, 2009 21:05:34 GMT -5
Ser Robert Redfort enters the training yard and searches out the master-at-arms.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 21:11:46 GMT -5
Tomas Thatcher is watching as some Traitors' Sons are practicing formation pike work. He breaks off, and approaches the Vale knight. Thatcher had on a set of leather brigadine, over a mail shirt. He reached his hand out, as he approached the man.
"Ser... How may I help you this day?" he asked with a pleasant smile.
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Post by Fel on Nov 18, 2009 21:14:00 GMT -5
"Ser Robert Redfort," he said, with a polite bow of the head. "You can help me by getting a measure of my skill at arms and relating it favourably to your lord father." He grinned. "I'd like to represent him in the team of seven melee, you see."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:02:41 GMT -5
Tomas nodded, "I understand. What is your weapon of choice, if you don't mind me asking?" Tomas asked.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 18, 2009 22:05:19 GMT -5
Ser Maryn is there, bright and early in the morning as usual. His routine starts out with eating a blood orange.
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Post by Fel on Nov 18, 2009 22:11:06 GMT -5
"The spear," he said, pointing to where the blunted spears rested lined in a row on a wall.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:13:00 GMT -5
Tomas nodded, and strode over, picking up two spears, and handing one to Ser Robert.
"Very good, would you like to go slowly on the first pass, or shall we simply spar and see what happens?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 18, 2009 22:14:02 GMT -5
"No need to go easy on me, ser, I am ready, let's spar."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:16:10 GMT -5
Ser Aerion Varner is sitting up on a ledge, dressed in white scale, "You here to eat or to spar Ser?" The White Weasel asks, as thin-lipped smile on his face.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 18, 2009 22:18:07 GMT -5
"I was expecting a student actually." He said after finishing the orange and disposing of the rind. "Perhaps you will school me instead. Your skill far outstrips mine."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:19:14 GMT -5
Ser Aerion hopped down from the short wall, with visible agility, his smile remaining "Whose your student, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 18, 2009 22:24:07 GMT -5
"A Lady Rhaella Grandison." Maryn answered from a nearby rack that held various beatn up weapons used in training fights. "We were tied up together in the Dornish labyrinth."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:25:44 GMT -5
Ser Robert goes down. Ser Tomas looks ashen and reaches his hand out.
"I'm sorry.. I should not have struck you so hard. Lack of control shows a lack of mastery on my part. I am very sorry."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 22:29:14 GMT -5
Aerion sniffs the air, as if he finds training women to be rather silly.
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