training ♔ monday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Luthir, Dovan, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Monday, March 11th from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

It's that time again. New squires would have heard the word come 'round that there would be open weapons orientation this Monday - which is also open to anyone who just wants to come spar with the newbies as well. As before, at the top of the main staircase is the entrance to an incredibly spacious room, that has gym and weight training equipment on the wall near the door, and then lots of old school training dummies and more at the far end. A glass door enters into a firing range, and another pair of large doors on the farthest wall lead to the armory.

Sir Luthir stands off to one side, all impassive elf, armored in his light, beautifully worked metal, and carrying a sword. Red-headed Sir Ironsides hefts an axe over his shoulder and offers a boisterous greeting to those approaching, and Fred helps round people up to the middle of the room.

Some of the squires' mentor Knights will have accompanied them - others will have left them to their own devices. Everyone's welcome to tag into threads or make their own!

Comments

[graveflowers]

[Violet's hand shoots up. Because she is an adult and that is how adults roll, okay? But there is so much shiny and this is way better than the gizmo room, sorry bro. This is the violent Roman version of a candy store and Vi is the kid in it.]

I volunteer!

[Just like that.]

[ironsides]

Now there's the enthusiasm I like t'see! Step on up, lass. What's yer name?

[graveflowers]

Vi. Hi. Ignore that rhyming part.

[ironsides]

Good to meet ye, Vi. First things first: have ye used a weapon before?

[graveflowers]

Yup. My trusty bow -- her name is Lola --

[A pause: she was a show girl.]

And I had a gladius, but that ollied out on my trip through the veil of doom.

[ironsides]

Well, well! An archer and a swordsman, got to keep my eye on you for the Hide, missy! [ he waddles over to the rack and pulls out a gladius (crits on 19&20, 1d8+str mod damage) ]

How's she suit your fancy, eh?

[graveflowers]

Ooh. Is this some elaborate and violent form of bribery because if so I wholeheartedly appreciate your style and my fancy is very suited.

[ironsides]

If I were trying to butter ye up, I'd craft ye a better one myself. But it's a solid weapon, all th' same.

[graveflowers]

[Swoon.] She's pretty. Have a name or do I get the pleasure of christening her?

[ironsides]

She's all yours to christen.

[graveflowers]

[Prances back a couple steps and gives it a few test swings, gauging the balance, the way the grip feels in her hand, the pull as she swings it up and the momentum carries it over and around, turning her on her tip toes like a deadly ballerina (dex 22).]

Spring. Which, admittedly, isn't all that creative considering, but I'm pretty sure it can turn a Jabberwocky into a snicker-snack anyway, so I'm going with it.

[ironsides]

Spring! I like it. Taking her home with ye, then?

[graveflowers]

Oh yes please! [She gets a dreamy look, imagining all the violent shenanigans she can get into with this beauty. Oh! Maybe she could murder a poor defenseless target dummy for fun!

Wait.] I can, right? I mean, I didn't just form a close personal bond to have it stolen from me, right? That would be mean.

[ironsides]

Not at all, not at all. [ he laughs and claps her on the back ] She's all yers. Would't dream of getting between a pretty lass and her weapon.

[graveflowers]

You're the best, I kinda love you.

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[ironsides]

Must be why they put me in charge.

ffffffffffff

[graveflowers]

Seriously, dude. You must bleed awesome.

[ironsides]

Yer gonna give me a big head, an' dwarves don't need em any bigger!

[graveflowers]

No, no I think it would suit you. You'd be like friggin' Bond, your ego would stun people and you could just stroll in and ax them.

[ironsides]

I like you, missy.

[graveflowers]

Well. [Shrug.] That's legit.

[ironsides]

Well, go on then! Get out there and give her a whirl.

[graveflowers]

Yes sir! [Yeah, she totally just saluted right there before prancing off to beat the dummy to death. Yep. Prances.]