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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 14:00:21 GMT -5
Rather than actually dodge, he steps inside the swing with a quick motion and flicks her breast. "Stab with a short blade; all those swordsmen who swing are showing off. You kill unarmored people with the tip. The edge is for breaking bones under chain and plate."
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 28, 2012 14:15:17 GMT -5
Raven grinned at the possible invitation that he was extending to her. "Alright, then I choose to join you on your travels. If I am mot being too presumptious?"
((Yes I used a BIG word, lol))
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Post by Kurts on Nov 28, 2012 14:58:21 GMT -5
"I'll not be making the decision." he countered. "I've a hired man by the name of Nyles. Spar with him at your earliest convenience and he'll judge whether or not you're worth the coin."
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 28, 2012 15:04:41 GMT -5
"Alright", Raven nodded,"and where should him?" She stood looking at him. "I'd rather get this over and done with quickly."
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Post by Kurts on Nov 28, 2012 15:28:23 GMT -5
Oriax glanced up from the book at the standing woman.
"I do not work with the impatient." he said sternly. "I'd imagine Nyles is in the courtyard."
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 28, 2012 15:55:42 GMT -5
She frowned slightly, then nodded. "Well my good Ser, I didn't ask to work with you, I asked to travel with your group."
Raven then turned and left the library heading to find the gentleman who would grant her a place with them, Nyles.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 28, 2012 16:01:30 GMT -5
Rather than actually dodge, he steps inside the swing with a quick motion and flicks her breast. "Stab with a short blade; all those swordsmen who swing are showing off. You kill unarmored people with the tip. The edge is for breaking bones under chain and plate." "Ow!" She pouted, letting the blade drop to her side again. She made a face. "Breaking bones and stabbing...my word, I'll be glad when I don't have to worry about these things. Apparently I should learn to handle a horse, too. All the northern ladies do..." She laughed. "There's a lot I have to learn, isnt there?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 16:07:35 GMT -5
"I thought you liked learning," he said with a smile. "At least for the most part, I promise you can leave stabbing people and spilling blood to me; I happen to be rather good at it. You didn't ride when you were growing up?" He sounds a bit surprised. "City ladies..."
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Post by Kurts on Nov 28, 2012 16:34:21 GMT -5
She frowned slightly, then nodded. "Well my good Ser, I didn't ask to work with you, I asked to travel with your group." Raven then turned and left the library heading to find the gentleman who would grant her a place with them, Nyles. "No, you did not ask to work with me. You asked to work for me." Oriax said, admiring her form as she walked away before returning to his reading. "The coin that lines your pockets will come from my purse." |
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 28, 2012 17:32:23 GMT -5
"I do like learning, but...well, usually its more of libraries and less of the great outdoors." She shrugged and went to put the sword away. "I spent my time with books, and skulking around the city talking to merchants and travelers and maesters. I hardly had time for riding."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 17:37:17 GMT -5
Kalvin sheathes his blade and lays it next to the bed. "I suppose that makes sense." He sits back on the mattress and grins at her. "I cannot wait to show you Winterfell."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 17:53:43 GMT -5
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Nyles is in the yard, sparring with another man.
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 28, 2012 18:14:14 GMT -5
Raven turned the corner heading straight for the courtyard. When she arrives, she spots the sparring men.
She waits patiently until they are done.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 18:29:10 GMT -5
He beats the man half senseless and then stalks off towards the impromptu whiskey bar in the corner.
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Post by The Eagle on Nov 28, 2012 18:32:50 GMT -5
Jory silently slid into the edge of the training yard, looking at the men whack each other senseless with hunks of metal. Their fighting style was brutal at best, and sluggish at worst. It was not a contest of speed or technique, but rather who could batter the other down first into submission. Jory rolled his eyes ever so slightly. This is why I use knives. He noted the slim, athletic woman at the other end of the field. At least she had dual swords.
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