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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:07:57 GMT -5
"Nothing left, huh," Harris said as he spat on the ground. "Well, get yourself to the barracks I'd say. Captain Qarl will have a sword for you, and a space in one of the men's tents. If you came to take the black, well, I'd speak to the Prince. Think he was thinking of getting the Night's Watch back together."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 17:14:58 GMT -5
"Talk to the Prince?" Titus almost gasped. "I doubt a prince would care much to speak to the likes of me," he forced a chuckle, though he had doubts whether the Prince would recognize him anyway.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:17:59 GMT -5
Harris shrugged. "Best speak to the captain then, he'll help you." He pointed over to the barracks, where several men were being drilled by a tough looking sergeant. Nearby stood a thin, tall man who appeared to be the captain.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 17:20:02 GMT -5
"Best of luck, Friend," Titus said as he turned and walked over. He approached the tall man. "Pardon, Ser," he said, looking away. "I've come to fight."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:23:25 GMT -5
"Have you now?" Captain Qarl asked, looking Titus up and down. "You can fight? What's your name?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 17:26:38 GMT -5
"I can fight," Titus replied, visibly confident, though he hadn't so much as held an actual sword in three years. Still, he'd been drilling and working on his footwork most every evening since he regained his freedom. "The name is Wyl, though most call me Wyl Buckets to differentiate. Put a sword in my hands, Ser, and you won't regret it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:35:55 GMT -5
The Captain nodded. "Grab yourself one of those practice swords and a shield over there. Jon, a recruit!"
The sergeant who had been drilling the men turned and walked over. He had a big red face and broad shoulders. "I'll see what he can do."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 17:40:35 GMT -5
Titus nodded, and went to the rack. He handled a few of the practice swords, before choosing a wide bladed single hander. He craned his neck, and kicked his feet to limber up, wondering if this had been a bad idea. "Alright then," he said finally, "lets be about it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:51:37 GMT -5
Round 1
Titus: 184 Sergeant Jon: 82 (KO)
The sergeant slams his sword against his shield and bullrushes Titus, coming hard and fast. Fighter's instinct kicks in and Titus sidesteps, slamming his shield into the sergeant's shoulder before slamming the pommel of his sword down on the man's helmet. The sergeant drops like a sack of flour.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:52:18 GMT -5
The Captain gave an amused chuckled. "You sure can fight, Wyl. Find yourself a real sword and a spot in one of the sleeping tents. Should be a few spare."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -5
Titus smiled a rare smile. "As you, Captain." He turned and went in search of a sword, but first and foremost food and a fire.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 17:55:38 GMT -5
When he got to the food tent Harris caught up with him. "Saw you fight the sergeant," He said with a chuckle. "Never seen anyone knock the bastard about like that. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 18:22:52 GMT -5
"I learned on the Northman's Breath," Titus replied. "Never has such a fine collection of miserable bastards wynched a sail or swung a sword," he said. "With Manderly at the helm we were unstoppable back then," he sighed, "but all things must have their sad end, I suppose."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 18:42:30 GMT -5
"You a veteran then?" Harris asked as he had some brown stew poured into his bowl by the cook. "Was in Dorne myself, biggest battle Westeros has ever seen at Skyreach. Fought King Tyrell before that. King's Landing, that was grim. 'Course, not as grim as what Dayne did with it." He spat again and found a seat. "War against the West before that but my first campaign was fightin' those rebel Graftons." He spooned some stew into his mouth, which stopped him talking.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 24, 2015 18:45:14 GMT -5
"Sounds like you're a lucky man then," Titus replied cooly turning his back somewhat, and taking a greedily big spoon of stew. "I know little of it."
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