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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 12, 2014 3:28:10 GMT -5
~A stretch of land used for training the guards of the red keep, from basic exercises to full on sparing, the future defense of the keep have their start here. While little more then a glorified cleared field, it serves its purpose well enough.~
Tiberys stood on a small raised platform that had been set up in the yard, one meant to help the instructors watch the younger recruits preform their training. Right now it was mock sparing, with wooden training armor and swords of course, but from what he was seeing, he wasn't too happy. This bunch didn't seem to actually understand that there was more to combat then simply running forward and swinging blindly like a damned madman.
He let out a sigh and rubbed his head as he felt a headache starting to come on, wondering if it was from the performance in front of him or just from his old wound.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 12, 2014 9:50:46 GMT -5
A young man sauntered onto the training yard. He affected an air of easy confidence but there was something in his expression that didn't quite ring true; he was clearly not used to this. He approached Tiberys. "Ser, are you the master at arms?" He had a commoner's voice, most likely from somewhere in the Crownlands, Tiberys knew.
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 12, 2014 20:36:54 GMT -5
Tiberys raised a brow as he saw the young man approach, watching him move towards him as he studied him moving. There was something...odd, that he couldn't quite place. Tiberys dismissed it however as the young man came up and asked him a question.
"Indeed. What is it?" He asked simply as he looked the boy up and down to try and figure out if he could spot anything off about the lad.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 12, 2014 21:29:46 GMT -5
"My name is Edmund Waters. I came to ask if you'd give me some proper training. I didn't have much as a boy, but I may have need of the ability to fight. This is my weapon." He unslung a single bladed axe.
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 13, 2014 18:58:36 GMT -5
"An axe?" Tiberys asked with a raised brow as looked at the weapon, gauging it's quality as he looked to edmund, "Not a bad weapon. You have any training before now boy? I like to know what I'm working with."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 13, 2014 19:02:15 GMT -5
"A bit, but not as much as I wanted. A bastard has to work for his keep. I'm strong enough, though. I can hit hard. I'm quick, too, everyone says so. Even the bully boys who tried to thrash me when I was younger." He grinned.
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 13, 2014 19:07:43 GMT -5
"Being strong and fast isn't all there is to it. Do not forget that..." Tiberys commented as he gave a nod, "Where do you hail from, Waters? Why do you want to join the guard?"
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 13, 2014 19:17:31 GMT -5
Edmund grinned. "I'm from Dragonstone. I wasn't asking to join the guard, not really. I just need the training. I'm a dragonrider, you see, but I'm bastard born, and I wasn't raised by my father. I need the proper training, now I'm at court."
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 13, 2014 19:24:26 GMT -5
"A dragonrider?" Tiberys said as he looked surprised. This boy was clearly not what he had first thought, "That's quite an achievement, almost an honor someone would think to send you my way." He said as he gave a bit of a chuckle. A bastard born dragonrider looking for some training, where had he heard that one before? He hoped this kid didn't have a thing for boats either, or piracy.
"I'm not much skilled with axes, but I can certainly teach you how to fight properly." he said as he looked over to some training dummies, pointing them out, "See those there? I want you to take a few swings at them, a couple high strikes and low strikes, and then one to the head. Give it all you have." he said as he began to walk over to them, wanting to see how the boy fought with his weapon of presumed choice.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 13, 2014 19:40:28 GMT -5
Edmund was true to his word. He hit hard, with a reasonable degree of accuracy, his blows thudding into the dummy as he put his strength into his attacks. Yet Tiberys could see that he wasn't very well trained, that he stance wasn't good and that that he put too much of his weight into his attacks. Though it was also true that Trajan's foe, had he been a realm man, would have been dead by now.
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 19, 2014 4:10:24 GMT -5
Tiberys nodded to himself as he watched the lad go at the dummy. He had power, like he'd said, and he knew how to hold his axe the right way at least. Not as much as he could say for some of the rawer recruits. But the boy lacked technique, or control, and these could get him killed if his enemy were not a stationary sack of hay held on a stick.
"Good. I think I know what I can expect now." Tiberys said as he walked over to the edmund, stepping off the platform and landing with a light grunt as he stood in front of the boy. "I can train you to use that weapon properly, waters. And seeing as you are a dragon rider, how does having personal training sessions sound to you?" Tiberys asked as he placed a hand on his hip, hooking his thumb onto his sword belt out of habit.
"It won't be easy; far from it in fact. But it might help you get better a lot faster then going through standard drills." He said as he waited for edmund's answer.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 19, 2014 7:09:46 GMT -5
"I'd like that fine," Edmund agreed. "I always had to tag along with the others back on Dragonstone. Nobody cared what some bastard boy could do. You honour me, ser." He stopped to make a short bark of laughter. "A dragon seems to make all the difference. And yet it could have killed me. Strange, isn't it?"
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 21, 2014 18:53:43 GMT -5
"Well, I'd imagine anyone with a flying fire breathing friend might be inclined a bit more respect." Tiberys said with a bit of a chuckle, "That's the good thing about 'em as well. They pick the person who they serve, and nobody gets one just because of the blood in their veins or a fancy title." he said before coughing a bit in his hand, clearing his throat.
"But that's besides the point here. We'll need to start teaching you a proper technique, and to do that, I'll need to set things up a bit." Tiberys said as he turned to look at the other recruits, some of which had stopped their drills to instead watch him and waters. "Oy, who said you lot could stop your drills? That'll be 5 more laps around the grounds for the lot of you. Go on, move it!" He called as the recruits all began to mumble to themselves as they prepared for their run, a good number of mummers directed towards him and a good number more smacks for the ones who'd made them need to run longer.
Tiberys then turned back to waters, "The first thing I'll be teaching you is how to hold a proper stance. Think on that a bit while I get a nice circle set up for us." he said as he turned around, heading towards one of the supply racks against the walls and pulling out a coil of rope, slinging it over his shoulder as he walked.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 21, 2014 19:41:49 GMT -5
Edmund adjusted his stance, having no idea whether it was accurate or not. He tried several positions until he found one that seemed suitable then continued to watch Tiberys to see what he was doing.
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Post by Morys Martell on Feb 27, 2014 3:30:12 GMT -5
As Tiberys finished, he'd laid the rope out into a nice circle shape, one that would offer enough room to move and manuver around but still offer some kind of border. He turned to look at waters as he saw him trying out some stances. That was good, he wasn't just settling for one by default, and he wouldn't need to break the habit.
"Alright. The first lesson we're going to learn. How to control your blows." He said as he motioned for the lad to come into the circle.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 27, 2014 13:55:16 GMT -5
Edmund stepped forward and eyed Tiberys somewhat warily. "What now, ser?"
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too