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Post by coomer on Feb 26, 2021 18:52:55 GMT
Simeon nodded slowly at the man’s words - a lot of the smaller towns were more likely to accept services in exchange for other services or goods rather than money. For a lot of the harder to reach towns, money was only useful when a passing merchant happened upon their village - for the rest of the time, they had to trade what they had more readily available. His eyes didn’t move to the scrap of paper - not yet. Instead he kept his eyes focussed on the stablemaster, as if trying to find some hint of deceit. Shrugging to himself, he waved a hand in thanks to the man before walking back towards the entrance of the town. As he did, his eyes tracked Dayne standing outside of a shop, his sword stuck fast in the ground as he struggled to pull it out. A second later he collapsed onto the floor, bringing a grin to Simeon’s face. At least he has a desire to learn, he thought, almost in reprimand to his earlier enjoyment. He walked towards the guards that he had spoken to earlier, the parchment that he had not read still between his deft fingers. As he approached them he raised a hand in greeting. ”Hello again - I bring a message from the stablemaster. He asks that you send this to Lonthlur’s father,” he said, extending his arm and holding out the paper for one of them to take. Whatever Lonthlur’s business was, it was not Simeon’s place to pry - not if it was causing him to harm, that was.
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Post by Balial on Feb 26, 2021 19:02:55 GMT
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Post by coomer on Feb 26, 2021 19:09:25 GMT
The Paladin’s eyebrow rose slowly as the mention of a Lord was bandied around. Was the stablemaster more than he seemed? He offered a nod to the guards before turning around, his eyes drifting over to the stable naturally. What was a Lord’s son doing working as a stablemaster? Seeing that he was hard at work however, Simeon decided to instead turn his attention to a more pressing matter - his young companion, sat on the ground defeated. ”The sword has defeated you already, Dayne?” he said with a grin, wandering over towards the shop. His hand rested on the hilt of his own sword as he approached. ”You cannot tell me that you would give up so easily - I’ve known you long enough to know that can’t be the case.”With strong arms and practiced hands, he reached down and gripped the hilt of the old sword. A small grunt elicited from his throat as he pulled it clean from the earth, the bits of dirt and grime falling free as he waved it through the air. ”A fine blade… Yours, I presume?” he said, turning his attention to the older woman.
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Post by Balial on Feb 26, 2021 19:24:38 GMT
Simeon returned, his hand wrapping around the hilt as he lifted it from the earth and twirled it expertly while he jabbed at Dayne with his silver tongue. " No! I was just getting hungry is all!" His voice was clearly shaken in frustration as he growled back his words. The woman laughed at the child, laughed at the half-elf, and then laughed at herself. It had been some time since the old bag of bones had such lively individuals approach her. "Yes, it is indeed mine." She said, walking over and taking a seat upon a small hand crafted chair made from a large tree stump. "Well go on, teach the boy. Gods know I am far too old and not spry enough anymore." She flashed a grin charismatic enough to win over devils. Dayne shuffled to his feet, dust fall from his pant's backside as he patted himself off. Truth be told he was eager to learn the way of the sword, he had always been drawn to the cold touch of steel part from the dull letters on parchment. They said that he had an affinity for magic, a protégé when it came to understanding unknown runes, but he was never interested in it like they were. Truth be told, it was the main reason he sought adventure. He stretched out his arm, palm ready to wrap itself around the hilt of the blade once more. There was a fire that ignited in his eyes, a passion that burned through his soul. The blade called to him, he just needed to learn. " I'm ready," he said, fully prepared to do whatever it took to conquer the blade. Rolls None
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Post by coomer on Feb 27, 2021 16:35:46 GMT
The combination of angry boy and laughing old crone brought a smile to Simeon’s face. He shrugged at her suggestion of teaching - he had seen Dayne watching him as he practices his sword drills around the campfire, so he had known that one day the boy would want some kind of instruction. ”Luckily there’s space in the back of the cart if you hurt yourself,” he said with a grin, offering the blade hilt-first to the boy. With the weight of the additional sword gone, Simeon slipped the lute from his back and placed it delicately up against the side of the shop. He watched it warily as he stepped back, as if he was afraid of losing it - he had only had the instrument for a matter of days, but already it was dear to him for some reason that he couldn’t understand. He turned towards Dayne, pulling his sword free from its sheath with ease. The blade was clean, of course, and the scabbard was kept in excellent condition - he needed to be ready to fight at all times, on roads like these. ”Come then, boy - show me how ready you are,” he said, dropping into a defensive stance as his face slowly faded into a mask of indifference. Fighting, for some, was an enjoyable activity that they revelled in - for Simeon, it was a way to protect the life of himself and the others he cared for. He offered nothing but a nod to show that he was ready too, primed for the attack that would no doubt be heading his way.
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Post by Balial on Feb 27, 2021 19:42:13 GMT
As soon as the hilt found itself in his palms he could feel the nearly unbearable weight of the steel. His forearms began to burn from exhaustion, even though he had barely began to work. As he clenched his jaw and grunted he arched his back slightly trying to use every muscle available to him to lift the sword upright. The child had watched Simeon preform his exercises and practices in the mornings and evenings, sometimes jotting down notes on how the blade was held or the footwork necessary for the movements. That was just the kind of child Dayne was, he was intuitive and allowed his mind to expand through the deep observation of things. He thought to himself for a moment, feeling the weight pull against the muscles in his arms and he began to calculate things. Maybe he wasn't cut out for swordplay, maybe he was scholar after all. His face contorted itself into a frown before he looked back up at his new ally, who waved over to him in anticipation of an attack. The thought of giving up or failing Simeon's expectation weighed heavier on him than the rusted steel itself. His hands began to adjust themselves against the leather wrapping on the hilt. You need to prove yourself. If you aren't useful he will toss you to the side, just like everyone else. The whisper said to him and sent a chill down his spine. He cried out in anger instantly, the voice hitting that particular nerve in his emotions. It was a very slow swing, one that was uncontrolled and traveled in a sloppily wide arch. Rolls Fxy3H03u2d20
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Post by coomer on Feb 28, 2021 12:08:28 GMT
A strange sensation washed over Simeon as he watched the young boy he had been travelling with preparing to attack. The blade was evidently too heavy, and he didn’t have any recognisable technique, but there was something else burning in his eyes - a desire to succeed, no matter how likely it would be. Simeon saw something that he had seen in many warriors before, many of whom had gone on to become great swordsmen - something that he himself did not have. Passion for the blade. The boy attacked before he could dwell on the situation. The swing of the sword was slow, weak, and easy to see coming. Simeon’s own blade spun towards it without any flourish, knocking the sword aside without any hassle. The steel rang as it connected, small sparks flying into the air as the old blade met the new. As soon as Dayne’s borrowed blade bounced back Simeon brought his own around and over his head before sending a swipe at the boy’s arm, making sure to turn the blade so only the flat would connect with him.
To hit: yH81ZzRj1d20+5
Damage: 1d4+3
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Post by Balial on Mar 1, 2021 19:47:59 GMT
The wild swing of the child met the refined skill of Simeon as sparks flew from steel. If it was not for the damaged condition of the rusted blade already, a chip may have been noticeable from the newest battle. More noticeable than the sparks that caught the child's eyes was the pain the shivered through the tang and into his palms. His hands felt as if a bee hand laid its stinger inside his skin, it stung like acid eating threw his flesh. It was the first time he had ever felt pain before. Although he considered the pain of that vibration terrible, it was nothing compared to what was to come. Crack! The flat side of Simeon's blade impacted his arm. He was unbalanced from the weight of the long sword as it was, so the forceful blow of the sword was more than enough to topple him. He hit the ground, his arm burning with what he now understood was real pain. No cuts, nothing lethal, but it was surely to be burnt into his mind for the rest of his life. Even though it was painful, part of him found hope. Simeon had treated him for the first time like something more than a child, sure he held back, but it was a step. Dayne remained on the ground, his arm flush red and a bruise already beginning to appear. Tears silently streamed down his cheek and his chest shuttered from the weeping inhale. He did not want to show his pain, let alone his tears. Rolls Sleight of HandI2cIFZ|z1d20+2
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Post by coomer on Mar 2, 2021 8:57:35 GMT
The blow connected with the boy, sending him sprawling onto the ground. He let out no yell of pain, and Simeon almost assumed he hadn’t been hurt until he saw the telltale signs. Simeon let out a soft sigh - perhaps he should have been more gentle. Unwilling to show up his young charge in ffront of company, he sported a wide grin as he slid his own sword back into its scabbard and picked up the rusty longsword from the floor. Spinning it deftly, he offered it hilt-first to the old woman before gently bowing his head. ”Perhaps not the right weapon just yet,” he said with a warm smile. ”When I was a boy we trained with sticks before they gave us steel - I don’t suppose you might have a few brush handles laying around? You would have the gratitude of the church if you could spare them.”
Rolls: Persuasion (gimme dem brush handles): stmnr_mj1d20+5
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Post by Balial on Mar 2, 2021 21:57:04 GMT
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Post by Balial on Mar 2, 2021 22:12:57 GMT
Dayne was the kind of child that couldn't help but to put his best foot forward. It was how he was raised, it was how his mind worked, and it just felt wrong in doing anything less. Swordsmanship was no exception to this way of life and he dove into his teachings head first. At first things were rough for the young fighter, bruises and bumps riddled his torso and face. A small gash was scabbed on his left eyebrow from a pervious bout. Things were looking up for him though, he had gotten used to the weight of even the wooden sword. Practiced the swings while Simeon guided the donkey, and even managed to develop a style of fighting that fit his strengths. Dayne, after all, was a fighter who used his head more than his muscles. As the wind danced across the plains, causing the blades of grass to sway, Dayne struck! He lashed out quickly, his two hands wrapped tightly against the leather wrapped hilt. He knew that he had speed on the Half-Elf, so he was going to use that. A horizontal strike from the left of Simeon's side was the first move of the battle. Speed wasn't the only factor in a fight, experience was key. That was one thing Dayne was lacking, so as he telegraphed his first strike Simeon was quick to duck out of the way, leaving Dayne open for a counter strike! Rolls AttackfDIbZdjl1d20+2
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Post by coomer on Mar 2, 2021 22:40:57 GMT
The departure from Amphail was a pleasant one, with the newly acquired wooden training swords stacked into the back of the cart. Together the man and boy left at the head of the cart, both with smiles on their faces. They had formed a strong bond already, even though they hadn’t been together long. One night that they had stopped, the pair had picked up their training weapons just after dinner. Simeon’s armour lay in a neat pile not too far from the bedroll he had set up, and he was wearing simple garments designed to stop chafing beneath his heavy armour rather than affording any actual protection. As always, Dayne attacked first. He was headstrong, but he definitely had speed - Simeon, as his heavy armour testified, was more akin to sitting and taking a strike rather than trying to dodge it. With his armour discarded however, that became a lot more difficult. A clack filled the clearing as Simeon’s sword swept up to knock aside the horizontal strike from Dayne, a vibration running the length of the paladin’s arm. The boy had certainly progressed in their few training sessions. ”Attacking first doesn’t mean you win the fight, boy,” Simeon said, spinning his own sword around and sending a thrust towards the boy’s unarmoured chest. Luckily the wooden sword wouldn’t pierce the boy’s chest, but it would sure hurt if it connected. The boy’s movement caught the older man off guard, his sword slipping ineffectively past its intended target. A tsk of self-reprimand escaped his lips as he fought back the grin that was growing on his face - he had over-extended himself, and it would be the perfect chance for Dayne to strike.
Rolls To Hit:Ej7LONiu1d20+5 1d20+5
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Post by Balial on Mar 3, 2021 14:22:55 GMT
To the surprise of both of them, Dayne had managed to shift by the thrust in the nick of time. His small frame more than allowed him to encroach on Simeon's guard, and he saw an opportunity to strike. The measurement of skill was vastly different between the two of them, so even if the strike would hit there would be hardly any damage done. A thrust for a thrust, like an eye for an eye. The boy mimicked the stance and movement of Simeon, like a child mimicking a parent. His arm thrusted forward, driving the point of the wooden sword toward the unarmored chest. Much like a masterful painting, mimicry can only go so far. There was always a true difference between the original and the copy cat, and just as a forged painting there were flaws. His right foot found itself in a particularly cruel situation, finding purchase on a pebble large enough to throw his momentum off dramatically. Even if Simeon stood in the same position, the attack would prove useless. The boy had fallen, tumbling into a roll before turning back to his master to ensure that he was not struck down instantly. If this was a real battle, he would have less movement to ensure a proper strategy, a lesson that would never be forgotten. Rolls 0KhLCX4r1d20
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Post by coomer on Mar 3, 2021 15:48:35 GMT
The dance continued, with the young boy opting to copy Simeon’s own move and use it against him. Fortunately for the Paladin the boy’s aim wasn’t true, and he managed to bring his wooden blade around in time to knock aside the wayward strike. With a grunt of exertion he brought the sword down in an overhead swing towards the boy’s sword-bearing shoulder - a slow attack, but one that could knock the weapon clean from his hand if it connected.
Rolls: To Hit: z|4uCGyj1d20+5 Damage: 1 + 3 = 4
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Post by Balial on Mar 3, 2021 18:21:03 GMT
This voice yelped out in pain as he felt the impact on his shoulder from Simeon's attack. A grumble and a growl escaped him as he tightly kept his hand wrapped around the sword's hilt. A sword would have found purchase in the clavicle of the boy, likely broking the bone and causing him to drop his blade. Luckily this was only training and a bruise was the most extreme thing he would receive. He once more rushed forward, fainting a thrust again to try and get Simeon to mistakenly parry once again. After acting out the jab he twisted his forearm, arching the blade in a half circle hopefully over Simeon's own blade. If successful he would arch the blade down into the calf, trying to hinder the movement in the future of their spar. Simeon's strike had proven itself more than just a small bruise and after Dayne preformed the arch he noticed the shocking stab in his shoulder. " Ah!" He screamed, dropping the sword mid swing and fumbling to pick the practice sword up with his off hand. Rolls Z|SCmvM71d20+2
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