Spring 12th 515 A.V., 9th Bell, 40th chime.
To say his second day back in the city was hectic, to say the least. As it were, a two-season duty to a city such as Kenash wasn’t something denoting a few days of rest, particularly since it denoted very little combat. For squires like Kreig, that mean there was no rest from training…. For the Knights who were away that meant a good chunk of their time spent writing reports for their superiors then off to attend to their regular duties. Kreig could only sight as he found himself back at the training grounds, though he appeared to be quite disdained at having to resume training so resume, it didn’t take a genius to note that much of it was false. In truth Kreig was GLAD to be back on the fields, a bloody proper training area to train his skills as needed.
Back in Kenash there was very little space for them to train, forcing them to commandeer one of the rooms at the boarding house they were assigned to by the Dynasts. What that meant was mostly body building and limited sparring due to the close confines. It was annoying to titanic degrees, but Kreig and the Knights managed…. But by the gods it felt liberating to be back at a training ground with vast space and a bloody open sky.
In his hand he held a blunt piece of steel that could be called a longsword if it were sharpened, as it were however it was simply a painful training aid that could induce sever bruises and break bone, which in truth was only a step better than receiving bleeding wounds and a nice hole in the torso. In his other hand was a round shield that reinforced with steel, the round circular disk’s purpose was to prevent harm to come to him, although truth be told its usefulness depended on the situation…. Blocking a warhammer doesn’t stop it from breaking bone, although one could argue that without it you’d have a mushy stump where there used to be an arm.
Clad in his personal armor, which consisted of breastplate, stud guantlets and grieves, he stood before Ser Wade Brock, a veteran knight of the order with an authority that was not be matched even by most other knights his rank. They stood upon a slightly secluded part of the training grounds, still visible to the many squires and knights who trained here but none of them quite close as to hear or take notice…. It would say much about their schedules if they had.
“ So Kreig, I assume you to be ready for today’s session?” Asked Ser Wade with that perpetually stern look upon his face, clad in the order’s light armor which was often worn during missions that required the knight to be mobile on his feet or during the Summer days were the Order’s more iconic plate armor would have been quite counterproductive.
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To say his second day back in the city was hectic, to say the least. As it were, a two-season duty to a city such as Kenash wasn’t something denoting a few days of rest, particularly since it denoted very little combat. For squires like Kreig, that mean there was no rest from training…. For the Knights who were away that meant a good chunk of their time spent writing reports for their superiors then off to attend to their regular duties. Kreig could only sight as he found himself back at the training grounds, though he appeared to be quite disdained at having to resume training so resume, it didn’t take a genius to note that much of it was false. In truth Kreig was GLAD to be back on the fields, a bloody proper training area to train his skills as needed.
Back in Kenash there was very little space for them to train, forcing them to commandeer one of the rooms at the boarding house they were assigned to by the Dynasts. What that meant was mostly body building and limited sparring due to the close confines. It was annoying to titanic degrees, but Kreig and the Knights managed…. But by the gods it felt liberating to be back at a training ground with vast space and a bloody open sky.
In his hand he held a blunt piece of steel that could be called a longsword if it were sharpened, as it were however it was simply a painful training aid that could induce sever bruises and break bone, which in truth was only a step better than receiving bleeding wounds and a nice hole in the torso. In his other hand was a round shield that reinforced with steel, the round circular disk’s purpose was to prevent harm to come to him, although truth be told its usefulness depended on the situation…. Blocking a warhammer doesn’t stop it from breaking bone, although one could argue that without it you’d have a mushy stump where there used to be an arm.
Clad in his personal armor, which consisted of breastplate, stud guantlets and grieves, he stood before Ser Wade Brock, a veteran knight of the order with an authority that was not be matched even by most other knights his rank. They stood upon a slightly secluded part of the training grounds, still visible to the many squires and knights who trained here but none of them quite close as to hear or take notice…. It would say much about their schedules if they had.
“ So Kreig, I assume you to be ready for today’s session?” Asked Ser Wade with that perpetually stern look upon his face, clad in the order’s light armor which was often worn during missions that required the knight to be mobile on his feet or during the Summer days were the Order’s more iconic plate armor would have been quite counterproductive.
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