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Post by Lyonel on Mar 10, 2015 21:03:03 GMT -5
"Huh... A Dornish bastard." Lord Galbart said with poison dripping from his mouth, he was not very trusting of "foreigners", much less foreign bastards. But the one seemed to be sincere in his statement. "Come, sit, boy."
"So you were on the other side, huh?"
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 10, 2015 21:15:57 GMT -5
Darius took a seat, leaving his sword resting against it. "I joined with their host 6 months ago, after leaving Tyrosh, one needs gold to get by after all" he said. "I don't have great expectations for how long I will last in this world, being a sand does not help in that regard, and so fighting for the side who could take a battle where they should win, and then make complete fools of themselves and lose half their army before running away... I have certain standards"
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 6:53:45 GMT -5
"What can you share about them? Numbers after the defeat, where they are rallying... Anything?" Galbart asked, he was still suspicious of the boy.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 11, 2015 7:08:44 GMT -5
"I'm afraid the information I possess is limited, for I was not a commander in the army." Darius said "What I can say is that the army was thoroughly overconfident when the march here began, however the beginnings of winter disease were setting in when they set off, so this little affair will have hit hard on the morale of the Lannister troops." He paused momentarily before deciding to add one final detail. "The one other thing I can think to mention is the Commander of the Jade Pommels, a Sellsword company working for the Lannisters, Commanded by a man from Lys by the name of Leander. I had the...experience of sharing wine with the man several days before the battle"
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 7:40:27 GMT -5
"Interesting..." Galbart said, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Well, Mr Sand. An extra hand is always welcome, I won't deny." He was, in fact, needing a bodyguard and this boy seemed to have his shit together. "How much are we talking about, for your sword to be sold?"
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 11, 2015 8:13:58 GMT -5
"Well, if I can assume I will be able to get food in the camp, then I will just need some basics to cover maintaining my equipment, that should be simple enough..." He spent a couple of moments muttering to himself before coming up with a high, though still reasonable price. "How does that sound lord...?"
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 8:25:46 GMT -5
"HAH!" Lord Karstark Laughed sarcastically, then proceeded with a grimace. "You ought to be Ser Jaime Fucking Lannister to be asking for this."
"Let's make a deal... You show me what you can do and I'll think about how much you're worth." He said, getting on his feet and prompting the young bastard to follow him outside the tent.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 11, 2015 19:21:21 GMT -5
"Sounds like fun" Darius said, picking up his sword as the two of them exited the tent. Darius was already wishing he had some wine, but was looking forward to whatever test this northerner had.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 19:47:34 GMT -5
Lord Karstark led Darius to the center of the camp, where a little training ground had been opened for the soldiers.
"Boys boys! Make way!" He called, interrupting the fighting Northmen. "This Dornish lad wants to join us... I told him he should go through a little test first."
"GRAUG!" The Lord roared, and a tiny bulky man came through with his wooden club at hand.
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"Ugh balrgh blu glabe!" Graug said in Ibbish, his calloused hands grabbing the club with all his strenght. "Kill?"
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"No, Graug. Just give him a rough time." Galbart gestured as he spoke, his right fist htting against the palm of his hand.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 11, 2015 19:56:05 GMT -5
Darius stopped for a moment at the sight of the short large oppenent, he thought he had faced every type of foe the world had up until that moment. He looked around for a moment, until he was able to grab a practice sword from a nearby rack, taking a couple of swings to get used to its weight as he thought out how he wanted to fight his foe. "So, any particular ceremony or rules here, or can we just start hitting each other?" He asked the Northern lord, keeping an eye on his opponent.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 20:02:14 GMT -5
"Oh yes yes... I was just forgeting!" Galbart cleared his throat and roared. "SHIELD CIRCLE!"
An ample space started opening, the soldiers all standing in a circle, holding their shields, all with the white sun of the Karstarks, in front of their bodies.
"This is it, one can only get out of the circle if he yields or gets more broken than pottery when my wife is in her days."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 11, 2015 20:07:21 GMT -5
"This makes things simpler" Darius said, before darting forward as he swung at his foe, getting close enough only long enough to strike before moving back out of range.
(Swords 85) (Chainmail)
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 20:11:48 GMT -5
"GRAAAAAAAAAAUG!" The Ibbenes roared as he charged towards Darius.
(Two Handed Clubs 75) (Full Plate)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 11, 2015 20:30:03 GMT -5
Round 1
Darius Sand: 127 Graug: 124
The two small men rushing at each other is almost hilarious, but their heavy swings at each other stop the laughter in the throats of a few watching warriors. Neither man manages to land a blow however and the two men circle each other.
Round 2
Darius Sand: 119 (light hit, -5) Graug: 143
Suddenly Graug attacks, moving faster than Darius can react. His club swings up and bashes against Darius' helm, stunning him momentarily.
Round 3
Darius Sand: 161 Graug: 121 (average hit, -5)
Angry at being hit, Darius launches an attack on his shorter opponent, driving the man back a few feet before smashing his shield into the man's club arm.
Round 4
Darius Sand: 135 Graug: 142
Graug feels his back being close to the shield wall so he ducks (making himself even shorter) and darts out of the way of Darius' wild swinging. He brings up his club to hit the Dornishman in the back but Sand isn't where he was standing a moment ago.
Round 5
Darius Sand: 178 Graug: 120 (heavy hit, -30)
Having had enough of this test, Darius darts forward at his opponent, his sword coming low. Graug lifts his club to the block the attack but it is a feint, and suddenly the blade smashes hard against Graug's helmet. The man's head snaps back and he falls to the ground in a daze.
Darius Sand Wins
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2015 20:33:01 GMT -5
Lord Karstark ordered men to remove Graug's limp body to his tent, and then to proceed with their lives.
"Congratulations!" He applauded slowly, impressed by Darius' performance.
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