training room ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[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 || Tuesday, March 4th 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 Tuesday- 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 Carpenter waits over by the firing range door, arms folded. 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

[ex_noble101]

[Wow she wasn't even pretending to play, was she? If reacting to injury means you don't get taken seriously than Aedan is just a big ol' baby bitch. He's definitely grunting his displeasure, teeth clenched and eyes shut tightly for a brief moment when her sword lodges itself a lot deeper into his side than is healthy. Brb, he'll be pulling himself off of her fucking sword like he's a piece of shish kebab over here. Don't worry about him ever considering going easy on you again in the future, gurl.]

So I've noticed.

[His hand presses against the newest wound she'd inflicted to his side for a long moment (which is bleeding pretty profusely at this point), before he re-grips his own weapon and prepares to slice a bitch in half (attack 28, damage 8). Well, not really but he isn't exactly holding back. They really ought to consider that this was just training and killing one another was probably counter-productive to the cause they both served.]

[trebond]

[ that was rude and you should feel bad. it knocks her down to 3 hp, and she's reeling as blood spills from her stomach at the blow. she staggers back, falling to one knee. sweat pours down her forehead and she's panting now, she raises her off-hand. purple light glows from it, and she presses it to her chest. a purple aura radiates from her, and some of the wounds begin to close (cure moderate wounds for +14 hp, bringing her back to 17). ]

[ex_noble101]

[Well that's just cheating. But it's good to know that neither of them are under any real threat of dying here. Aedan opts to wait until she's back on her feet, or even willing to keep going before continuing further. It's not just because she's a woman either. Attacking an ally when they're down, especially when they're recovering, just seems like a shitty thing to do.

Instead, he'll just take the few seconds it takes to watch her and catch his breath while applying a bit more pressure to the side where's she'd run him through. No fancy healing magic to stitch him back together tho. :'(]

[trebond]

I hope you don't afford such chivalry to your foes. [ she stands back on her feet. ] You could be in for quite the unpleasant surprise, had I taken advantage of it. [ she raises her sword again, welcoming the fight once more. ]

[ex_noble101]

I'll be sure and remember.

[He wasn't going to give her the edge again because she was a lady tho. Once she's made it clear she's ready to continue he's stepping toward her, spinning about and bringing his weapon around to strike at her sword arm (attack 23, damage 3).]

[trebond]

[ she reacts promptly to his attempt to disarm her, pulling her sword arm in closer to her body to dodge the hit. she takes advantage of his stretched arm to get him in the opposite shoulder with a stab of her sword, slicing just past him (atk 22, dmg 5). ]

I'm ten years a knight. It takes more than that to disarm me. [ she returns the blow for one of her own now, lunging forward (atk 26, dmg 10 because rolling a 19 is a critical hit for 2x on her short sword). ]

[ex_noble101]

[Well that certainly hadn't panned out the way Aedan hoped it would. Now he's plus two more stab wounds to his person for his efforts.

After recoiling from her second attack, he's immediately back on the offensive. The best defense is a good offense, and since she's capable of healing herself he doesn't intend to give her the opportunity to cast anymore spells if he can help it (attack 28, damage 5).]

[trebond]

[ well, that was rude. the injury he leaves her with has her tasting blood in her mouth, which really isn't a terribly good sign. she steps back, paces a bit. ] You seem agitated, Aedan. You're free to yield at any time, of course. [ she takes another swing at him for it, lunging in and slashing across his arm (atk 24, dmg 4).

if my math is right, alanna is at 12 hp and aedan is at 11 now? check my work. bc the disarm damage didn't go through w/her. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Yep, that's what I've got for them. At the newest cut, he pulls his sword arm down sharply at his side, causing dark red blood--perhaps darker than should be normal, to splatter across the floor beside him. He's still breathing heavily, and what isn't matted down by that same dark crimson is instead dripping with sweat at the exertion of their match.]

As are you, my lady. [She's not gettin' one. Besides, it's been too long since he's gotten to spar this well with anyone who isn't Christos. He makes a quick swap, transferring his sword to his less wounded off hand before coming at her once more to mirror the blow she'd just inflicted him (attack 32, damage 8).]

[trebond]

[ the blow has her staggering back, bloody, but she doesn't drop her sword. she clings tighter to it, actually, and holds it between them as she gets her distance. ]

Yield. [ traditionally, one might drop it as a signal, and his apparent desire to hold back should make her reasonably secure in doing so. but tradition means less when your best friend has tried to kill you in training before and gone damn near too far after you've already yielded. she won't be found without her weapon until his is packed away too, but she's much too exhausted to continue, and while she might be able to heal herself and carry on, she'd rather save it to heal them both when the fight's over. ]

You fight well. What land have you come here from? [ she pants, placing a hand over her stomach to stem the bleeding. that same purple light emanates from her. (cure light wounds: +7 hp, back to 11. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Shit sounds treacherous. He's just happy to hear that she's decided to yield, considering she could have opted to heal herself and continue if she chose. His sword is lowered immediately when she does, blade pointed toward the floor while his free hand moves back to cover the deep wound still bleeding at his side.]

Ferelden. [Said with a heavy breath as he looks over one of the deeper cuts sliced into his arm, then back toward Alanna as she begins working her curative magic. The name probably meant nothing to her. He'd yet to come across anyone who had ever heard of the country, let alone his world.]

For what it's worth, I was impressed by you as well.

[trebond]

[ yeah it doesn't mean shit to her, but she nods along anyway. she lowers her blade as well, letting it drop. for a moment, she watches him from a distance. ] Thank you. [ after a beat, however, she approaches him. ]

Let me help you. I was responsible for your injuries, you can at least grant me permission to do what I can in easing them.

[ex_noble101]

You won't hear any argument from me. [He's not trying to bleed out over here, for real. It was either her, or trekking his ass across the hall to get one of the other clerics to do it. At least with her he'd have something nice to look at in the meantime.]

[trebond]

You might see Sir Fred about providing assistance in training the new squires. I believe the duty falls to the Dragon's Hide, where combat is concerned. [ she approaches him, surefooted and smiling, and rests her hands on him - one on his shoulder, the other on his upper abdomen. warmth spreads from her hands, and the purple aura glows around her, channeling into him. cure moderate wounds = +16 hp for you, aedan. go aedan. it's rly nothing in the grand scheme of his hp but it's what she's got left spell-wise. ] You'll need rest as well, but that should keep you on your feet.

[ex_noble101]

I've yet to be knighted, myself.

[Not that he would be opposed--assuming Christos agreed to it. Let's be real though, if it meant pawning Aedan off on someone else Christos would probably do it.

Once Alanna has finished her spell, Aedan finds himself experiencing a second wind. It was enough to keep him from bleeding out or collapsing from exhaustion, which was enough.]

I feel much better, thank you.

[trebond]

Quite powerful for a squire. [ the knowing smile on her lips is account of the fact that she can remember receiving similar comments in her diplomatic duels. ] Were you a knight, as well, before you came to us?

[ex_noble101]

You might say that. I was a member of the Grey Wardens. It's probably as similar an organization as you could find to Wynn's knighthood where I come from. Although "Sir" doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "Warden Commander," I admit.

[Have a smile and forget all about the fact that he just tried slicing you open, gurl (charisma 17).]

But enough about me. I've yet to learn anything of you apart from your ability to handle a blade as well as any fighter, while still being adept in the art of spirit healing. That's not a combination you see very often in either world.

[trebond]

[ her will save is predictably low (8) and she is charmed. which for alanna really just means flustered yammering because how do you what no. ] No. No, I suppose it doesn't. [ she clears her throat, moving on to answer his question. ]

The old woman who cared for me warned me at a young age to cultivate my Gift, to make up for the lives I'd take as a knight. [ she lowers her hands, a fond look crossing her face at the thought of maude. it's a happy distraction from dat ass. i mean smile. jk i definitely meant dat ass. ] I was a knight of my land, of Tortall, before the Veil tore me from my adventures there.

[ex_noble101]

It would seem we've more in common than I thought. Of course, the old woman who cared for me didn't warn me to cultivate my gift of healing so much as she did to keep out my dog out of her kitchen. [Plus, you know, the whole being knights, or at least the equivalent. You know.]

How long has it been for you?

[trebond]

Two years since I've come through the Veil. Most of it with the knights. [ she pulls her shirt closed in front of her, moving off to the side of the practice area to pull off her tattered armor and find a new shirt to pull over her ruined one. ] And you?

[ex_noble101]

Nearly a year now--most of it spent here.

[Oh was he supposed to turn away or something? Whoops he must have forgotten his post-training etiquette.]

I've been told most don't recall much of their lives before arriving here. I'm the opposite. I like to think that's why I've found it so difficult to adjust.

[trebond]

The amount that's lost in the journey varies. Some remember nothing, others can't even figure out what it is they've lost. For their sake, I hope it at least took the painful bits. [ she shrugs. she's got no idea, because no one from her shadow world is here that she knows of. ] It takes time, as anything does. You'll do fine if you keep at it.

[ex_noble101]

There's at least one benefit, I've found, to this entire situation. I couldn't ask for better company. [He's laying it on pretty thick. Must be Tuesday.]

[trebond]

[ she wishes she hadn't made that 17 wisdom check. ]

... You mean me? Oh, I'm not - [ she holds up a hand, laughing it off. ] You're kind. And barking up the wrong tree, as they might say in this land. I'm happy to guide you in what you need, but believe me, that's all.

[ex_noble101]

[Wow, that stung. But he has to respect anyone who can state as much plainly.] So noted.

I'd like to take you up on that offer at some point. Or, if you're ever in the mood for another sparring session, I think I'd like that as well.