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WHO: Jarlaxle [spiderdefying] & Xena [atoningforsin]. Open for spectators, I suppose. :D
WHERE: Probably a park somewhere?
WHEN: Thursday, 21st.
SUMMARY: Sword duels!
FORMAT: Paragraph, probably.
The idea of a human wielding a broadsword was a strange one. Not because she was a woman, really - militaristic women were nothing new for the drow - but because it was a broadsword. A heavy slicing weapon, meant for good solid cleave. Nothing like the maces, morningstars and whips the priestesses of Lolth preferred, which meant spattered bones, flesh, and pain. But he could fight a broadsword as well as he could fight any bludgeoning weapon, regardless. He stood, eyepatch over right eye, hands at his sides. Today he was armed as much as he could be, without his magic wrist-sheath. Slung over his waist was a scabbard and hilt on his right side. The belt under that held a small crossbow and a second scabbard on his left. Jarlaxle wasn’t like most drow in a lot of ways, but he loved two-weapon fighting as much as everyone else.
He waited.
WHERE: Probably a park somewhere?
WHEN: Thursday, 21st.
SUMMARY: Sword duels!
FORMAT: Paragraph, probably.
The idea of a human wielding a broadsword was a strange one. Not because she was a woman, really - militaristic women were nothing new for the drow - but because it was a broadsword. A heavy slicing weapon, meant for good solid cleave. Nothing like the maces, morningstars and whips the priestesses of Lolth preferred, which meant spattered bones, flesh, and pain. But he could fight a broadsword as well as he could fight any bludgeoning weapon, regardless. He stood, eyepatch over right eye, hands at his sides. Today he was armed as much as he could be, without his magic wrist-sheath. Slung over his waist was a scabbard and hilt on his right side. The belt under that held a small crossbow and a second scabbard on his left. Jarlaxle wasn’t like most drow in a lot of ways, but he loved two-weapon fighting as much as everyone else.
He waited.