Spring 13th, 11th Bell, 30th Chime.
“Kreig, why I’m I here?” Came the exasperated question from one Narick Lorgain, a young squire of the order who had been unceremoniously dragged off by one Kreig Messer; Educated Brawler, squire of Sera Natasha Druva and, from his own personal view, a nuisance who could pound him to the ground if he didn’t choose his words carefully or didn’t reign in his brattiness. Right now he thought that Kreig’s nuisance levels were rising faster than lightning as he took in the sight of the brawler before him.
Kreig, a grown man nearing his thirties, was shirtless before him; he wore no armor save for a helmet that obscured the entirety of his head save his eyes as the visor was lost some time ago, whilst he carried a round shield that he often used for training. To say he looked ridiculous was the understatement of the century and he had the sinking suspicion that he himself was needed for his bow. On the sidelines he could see Kreig’s patron sitting on the sidelines watching with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and embarrassment as she watched on with resignation.
“ I told you Narick, I need you to help me with my training” Kreig had explained to the younger squire why he needed his help, he tried getting his patron to help but she found the idea to be too ‘silly’ (Kreig suspected it was simply another way of saying stupid!) to help although she wouldn’t stop him from doing it “ With your skill in archery, you’d be the best partner for me to train both my blocking and dodging skills! You’ll be using blunt arrows so that I don’t drop dead while also having the incentive to not get hurt, its foolproof!” Sera Natasha only shook her head, while she knew Kreig was by no means a stupid man she couldn’t help by wonder if his sanity was shaky with all his shenanigans.
Narrick’s eye could only twitch, on one hand he received a compliment to his skill which was a definite boon to his ego while also presenting him with a chance to shoot at the numbskull without repercussion but on the other…. It was just too silly. Eventually ego won however, it also helped that he reasoned to himself that it would be a living shooting target rather than a stationary stand so it would be a benefit to his skills al the same “ The things I do for the order….”
“ Come on man, we’re burning daylight as it is!” Kreig was clearly ecstatic about his idea, however insane it was despite some of its credibility. He motioned for Narick to ready himself as he lifted the shield and waited for the inevitable bolts of GENIUS!!
Narick could only sigh as he readied an arrow and pulled back the string of the bow as he took aim, all things considered Kreig looked to be an easy target just standing there. Part of him wondered if Kreig recalled just HOW good the young squire was with a bow, but hey…who was he to critic an obviously stupid training regime. He wondered how he even got the get go from his patron for this. Eying the brawler he could tell he was getting impatient, so without further ado he let an arrow fly as he aimed for where Kreig’s midsection would be.
‘ Let’s get things going, Narick!’
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“Kreig, why I’m I here?” Came the exasperated question from one Narick Lorgain, a young squire of the order who had been unceremoniously dragged off by one Kreig Messer; Educated Brawler, squire of Sera Natasha Druva and, from his own personal view, a nuisance who could pound him to the ground if he didn’t choose his words carefully or didn’t reign in his brattiness. Right now he thought that Kreig’s nuisance levels were rising faster than lightning as he took in the sight of the brawler before him.
Kreig, a grown man nearing his thirties, was shirtless before him; he wore no armor save for a helmet that obscured the entirety of his head save his eyes as the visor was lost some time ago, whilst he carried a round shield that he often used for training. To say he looked ridiculous was the understatement of the century and he had the sinking suspicion that he himself was needed for his bow. On the sidelines he could see Kreig’s patron sitting on the sidelines watching with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and embarrassment as she watched on with resignation.
“ I told you Narick, I need you to help me with my training” Kreig had explained to the younger squire why he needed his help, he tried getting his patron to help but she found the idea to be too ‘silly’ (Kreig suspected it was simply another way of saying stupid!) to help although she wouldn’t stop him from doing it “ With your skill in archery, you’d be the best partner for me to train both my blocking and dodging skills! You’ll be using blunt arrows so that I don’t drop dead while also having the incentive to not get hurt, its foolproof!” Sera Natasha only shook her head, while she knew Kreig was by no means a stupid man she couldn’t help by wonder if his sanity was shaky with all his shenanigans.
Narrick’s eye could only twitch, on one hand he received a compliment to his skill which was a definite boon to his ego while also presenting him with a chance to shoot at the numbskull without repercussion but on the other…. It was just too silly. Eventually ego won however, it also helped that he reasoned to himself that it would be a living shooting target rather than a stationary stand so it would be a benefit to his skills al the same “ The things I do for the order….”
“ Come on man, we’re burning daylight as it is!” Kreig was clearly ecstatic about his idea, however insane it was despite some of its credibility. He motioned for Narick to ready himself as he lifted the shield and waited for the inevitable bolts of GENIUS!!
Narick could only sigh as he readied an arrow and pulled back the string of the bow as he took aim, all things considered Kreig looked to be an easy target just standing there. Part of him wondered if Kreig recalled just HOW good the young squire was with a bow, but hey…who was he to critic an obviously stupid training regime. He wondered how he even got the get go from his patron for this. Eying the brawler he could tell he was getting impatient, so without further ado he let an arrow fly as he aimed for where Kreig’s midsection would be.
‘ Let’s get things going, Narick!’
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