Open [Antinous Training Grounds] Turning Tables.

[Avrial Stalinsa]

As Avrial had defended her integrity from the verbal thrust of a mere squire whom attempted to nonchalantly besmirch her rank and title as a Sera a knight of the order. Other knights jumped into the fray questioning her conviction in the matter, trying to use silvery tongues to veer her off Wysars most noble path. In her eyes it was inexcusable by any standard to pardon breeches of discipline even if it it meant claiming the ire of the room. The commandments of chivalry had been broken, her two peers blinded by bias under the pretense of friendship and camaraderie as they metaphorically spat on there oaths to defend a compatriot that was not yet proven worthy to be there peer. Ser Xervos even going so far as to mock her as Ser Sera, and Imass to declare a trial by combat a gentlemans exchange between two honored knights but to no avail as he offered the evokation of a privilege that was not a squires place to claim. Rhysol was afoot with such readily available betrayal of integrity, as each knight before her was stark, bereft of duty and station choosing there feelings over there vows the ultimate sacrlidge.

Avrial found no quarter, just as she was about to engage the shrill cacaphony of voices one stood out above the rest. Sargent Sera Blyth the ultimate authority of the rooftop, rather then follow feelings she took Wysars hand.

She quickly let the squire off the hook, he was a small fish. Even though it was undisciplined to be tardy, and truly unbecoming of a knight. Even if such a thing was optional he could still benefit from learning respect for punctuality that was the problem with squires they ate there meals for free and felt entitled that they can do and say as they want to whomever they pleased.

Quickly she assumed a courteous and formal salute right hand on her clenched in a fist pressed into her chest with a submissive tilt of her head as she peered at the floor. Finally Blyth delivered a moment of sanity, as she clearly stated that Archailist was wrong for antagonizing a knight but that also Avrial was wrong for her retort.

Apologies, Blyth

However Archailist decided to have another go at the Knight, trying to heft an authority he did not have and raising his voice at her as if he'd been slighted and had not provoked her expected reaction. He disavowed his own Sargent as Archailist continued to stir the pot instigating yet another squire to play hardball with the big boys .

She chose discipline as Alex made wild accusations as Imass had let his dog run amuck off its leash. He called her a coward, and attempted to push the knight to strike him down so that he might martyr himself. As he stained her honor by a relentless onslaught of all manner of falsehoods against her integrity. Fear was important in combat, it made you or broke you. Those that claim to be fearless are either liars or fools as heroism and insanity seemed tightly intertwined. His verbal lance's cruel barb met flesh and mortally wounded as he continued to drive it forward. But as the Stalinsa was torn down she was being born anew with every tug of the thread to undo her.

The insubordination was getting out of control but once again Avrial looked to Wysar to light the path that grew dim and dark. She chose Conviction to follow through with harsh Discipline as controversial as it may as Alex assaulted her Integrity. Wysar had blessed Avrial with the sword she needed to strike the squires down as they continued there insubordination. Like howling wind to a mountain she remained ardent in her composure and unflinching in her cordial salute to the Sargent.

If the boy wanted to act like an animal, shed have the beast whipped till he was tame. He'd have him lashed by his patron in front of an audience while Archailist apologized for allowing him to think that such behavior was becoming of a knight. Shed see him flogged till the succulent meat fell off the bone reciting the laws of chivalrous conduct for all to hear as it seemed everyone had forgotten there oaths and there place; a little tough love with discipline seemed like the appropriate reminder. After all if Alex wanted to act like a little imp Avrial had no qualms bending him over her knee and paddling his fanny with the flat of her sword.

When Avrial had managed to weather the storm she glanced over to Imass with a menacing grin. The kind of look a fanatic zealot would give to an adversary they were about to butcher in the field of battle as his squire had poked his head through the chamber of the guillotine. Every knight probably knew Avrial was going to insist upon corporal punishment, flogging the most common practice against insubordinate squires.

Hand outstretched to Blyth as she attempted to wield the sword of law.

"I would like to file a grievan........."

Discipline was parried as Yahal had mercy as his will defended the child. It was a miracle, as the weapon master stepped forward and cut her off. Her heart sank as she went back into her composed stance.
Not wishing to illicit the irritation of the weapon master. He was an amiable god of the arena, his word reigned supreme in the training grounds. Everything had been undone by simply his whim, and who was she to contest him? However much it pained her she remained on Wysars path of discipline, conviction and integrity. She was lower then dirt to the master of arms, a worm to shiver and recoil back less he step on her and pin her beneath his heel.

Nodding to there words

"It would seem my Integrity has been put into question, I guess I have no choice but to defend it with steel.

Waiting for dismissal when it was given but not without purposely bumping into Ser Imass's pauldron so she could slip him a token of her affection.

"Cute pet, to bad he's more scold then squire aye?"

Soft and silent it couldn't be heard amongst the clatter of steel, but strong enough for her voice to echo into his helm through his visor. As she deterred and stepped back a moment, Avrial politely saluted the akalak.

"Apologies, I didn't see you there! Let us find our spot on the training grounds shall we?. "

[Ball]

"My Speaking"

My Thoughts

Ball grinned as he stepped to the side of the Weapons master, having just spoke with them heavily on personal matters Ball spent his time listening at this moment before acting. Sera Stalinsa. I heard that name before… Stalinsa… Stalinsa… Ball frowned at the word, knowing the memory of the word was somewhere recent. Strapped to the little pycon’s body was a thin metal sword that he had yet to name. It was a rapier he had owned for some time. Placing his left palm against the pummel Ball glanced at the person that has met her apparent scorn, it was a squire weighed down in plate and a multitude of assorted gear, Ball nodded, knowing full well who it was. The man that spoke next though was a knight he knew well enough – it was his former patron. With another nod to him Ball acknowledged the blue man.

The last few people Ball noticed he had only known one right away as a knight, and that was the one giving the lesson. A grin formed, “Hello brother Squirrel.” He turned his attention back to the other two he has not realized where squires – one he knew from a previous season working in a ditch, the other he had never seen before. A pause in greeting he just nodded to the two before turning his attention back to the Sera, “You dishonor my brothers in arms, these grounds, and a fellow knight Sera Stalinsa. If I was in a position to say something of the sorts I would speak my words in something far less kinder than I am now. Speak your disgust like that again and I will show you the force unto which a squire can deal. Yet this is not the time to do so. Right now I will turn my attention to the lesson my brother in clay and arms is giving.” Ball turned back to the squirrel and waited.

There was a huffing clank of plate that Ball finally recognized, it was Garland. Grinning he waved to his fellow squire. It this point in time the people were being paired up with one another and Ball and Garland were alone and in need of pairings. Ball shrugged and smiled, “Looks to be me and you.”

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[Imass]

Garonn stared at Avrial while Faircroft scoffed her with extremely passive aggressive words. The squire's word brought the ire of the Dark Brother onto him momentarily.

What now!?

Garonn disliked those who did not confront people in a direct manner. He almost beat Faircroft openly for his words, but held his hand as the Weapon Master approached the group in condemnation of the bickering that was occurring. The Blue Knight felt embarrassed at the realization, but remained quiet in thought and tongue. Then Sera Slythe rebuked not only Garonn, but the rest of the group. This made matters worse for the Akalak, as he went from embarrassed to angry. He felt a upheaval surge bubbling up in his chest. Alexander would not be let free from this, he would learn the hard way if necessary.

"Yes, Sera," Garonn said with a poker face, to hide his emotions.

More people approached the group, but Garonn was lost in his own internal rage. His mind was not conditioned as good as his Light Brother's willpower to deal with the Knightly politics. That is when he noticed Ball had joined the group, even more embarrassing to be caught in such a bind in front of yet another Noble Pycon.

The Chaotic situation like this is where Garonn thrived, but he needed to fight hard to keep the Order that Imass required.

When Avrial bumped into him, it brought him out of his own mind and back to the present. No more words. Let's let the blade do the talking.

Drawing his blade very loudly, he began to power walk towards Avrial.

This is a good of a place as any!

[Dove Brown]

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Garland

Skills

• Subterfuge 1

Lores

• Archaillist: a scary squirrel
• Bluffing yourself to deal with fear

 

Ball

Skills

• Socialisation 1
• Intimidation 1
• Observation 1

Lores

• Sera Stalinsa: a rude knight

 

Ferrin

Skills

• Socialisation 2
• Observation 1
• Tactics 1

Lores

• Protecting civilians: a knight's primary task
• Shields defend others too
• Watching knights bicker

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