Post by Argus on Nov 3, 2016 11:50:11 GMT -6
Snow fell upon the training grounds in Arphen. Would-Be Mercenaries could be heard gettinh ready for their final sparring matches with their respective teachers. One in particular is busy practicing in the training yard, the sun shining brightly enough to blind when it reflected off the snow.
"Argus! You're next up boy'o!" A gruff voice cut through the various grunts and yells in the Yard, reaching the ears of a man.... A boy really, with short, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and clad in thick plate armor. He had been practicing with his lance when the call came, causing him to immediatley turn to face where the voice had come from. When he finally figured out it's origin he knew perfectly well who it was that had called him.
His Mentor, Albath Orvein. A tall, strongly built man practically absorbed into his armor, his beard and moustache forming a perfect cover of all the skin around his lips. He was smiling lightly whilst looking at the boy, he enjoyed the wsy he acted. A loyal one, that much he was sure of.
Upon Argus' arrival into the sparring ring with his mentor the other trainees formed around them, making a wall from which neither could escape bloodless. Albeth spoke loudly above all others, causing immediate and reverent silence before saying. "ALRIGHT! FIRST TO DISARM THE OTHER WINS. AM I CLEAR?" Argus stood in battle stance, happily replying "SIR! YES SIR!" Albeth laughed heartily. "GOOD! BEGIN!" He yelled before running fowards, lance held close to his body, he stopped suddenly, and thrust the lance at Argus' left elbow joint, yelling as loudly as he can.
Argus' notices the movements Albeth is doing and positions the far more solid armor along his arm instead of the joint. The lance bounces off and Argus lets out a light chuckle.
Albeth smiles and stands up, circling about the ring until they had switched places. He ran at Argus again, sidestepping at the last moment, blinding Argus for a moment with the sunlight bouncing off the snow. Albeth thrust his spear, overextending on purpose. Just to give the young knight a chance at winning.
Argus stumbled back at the light. But he DID notice the overextension, grabbing the lance near the tip and pulling with all his might, hoping to disarm his mentor.
Albeth smiled and simply let go of the weapon, patting Argus on the back and saying. "Well done Boy'o! You saw the overextension, made sure to cover the joints of yer armor, and were humble! Ye pass!" He said, retrieving his lance from Argus' hands. The trainees all clapped at his passing.
Argus was returned to his room swiftly, given dinner, and sent out an 'official' mercenary of Illia. He reached into a small area of his suit and retrieved a small parchment and read it. "You did well Boy'o! If you never need anything just come on back. Okay? -Albeth Orvein."
Argus smiled, looked over the lands, and started walking into the world, unable to wait for further adventures, jobs, and other such activities.
"Argus! You're next up boy'o!" A gruff voice cut through the various grunts and yells in the Yard, reaching the ears of a man.... A boy really, with short, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and clad in thick plate armor. He had been practicing with his lance when the call came, causing him to immediatley turn to face where the voice had come from. When he finally figured out it's origin he knew perfectly well who it was that had called him.
His Mentor, Albath Orvein. A tall, strongly built man practically absorbed into his armor, his beard and moustache forming a perfect cover of all the skin around his lips. He was smiling lightly whilst looking at the boy, he enjoyed the wsy he acted. A loyal one, that much he was sure of.
Upon Argus' arrival into the sparring ring with his mentor the other trainees formed around them, making a wall from which neither could escape bloodless. Albeth spoke loudly above all others, causing immediate and reverent silence before saying. "ALRIGHT! FIRST TO DISARM THE OTHER WINS. AM I CLEAR?" Argus stood in battle stance, happily replying "SIR! YES SIR!" Albeth laughed heartily. "GOOD! BEGIN!" He yelled before running fowards, lance held close to his body, he stopped suddenly, and thrust the lance at Argus' left elbow joint, yelling as loudly as he can.
Argus' notices the movements Albeth is doing and positions the far more solid armor along his arm instead of the joint. The lance bounces off and Argus lets out a light chuckle.
Albeth smiles and stands up, circling about the ring until they had switched places. He ran at Argus again, sidestepping at the last moment, blinding Argus for a moment with the sunlight bouncing off the snow. Albeth thrust his spear, overextending on purpose. Just to give the young knight a chance at winning.
Argus stumbled back at the light. But he DID notice the overextension, grabbing the lance near the tip and pulling with all his might, hoping to disarm his mentor.
Albeth smiled and simply let go of the weapon, patting Argus on the back and saying. "Well done Boy'o! You saw the overextension, made sure to cover the joints of yer armor, and were humble! Ye pass!" He said, retrieving his lance from Argus' hands. The trainees all clapped at his passing.
Argus was returned to his room swiftly, given dinner, and sent out an 'official' mercenary of Illia. He reached into a small area of his suit and retrieved a small parchment and read it. "You did well Boy'o! If you never need anything just come on back. Okay? -Albeth Orvein."
Argus smiled, looked over the lands, and started walking into the world, unable to wait for further adventures, jobs, and other such activities.