We all start somewhere.
Characters: Reed (heretic_hamlet), Rain (notpissedoff), Magi (exarmatio)
Date/Time: June 21, early morning.
Location: Melee island.
Rating: PG for chivalrous violence.
Summary: After waking up with his two would-be apprentices in his bed, Reed concludes the tree would have them follow his example; to that end- and hoping to set things back to normal as soon as possible- he gives them a bit of combat training.
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Reed ran his hand across his eyes one last time, shaking off the last remnants of his... interrupted sleep as he stepped out into the arena's sandy floor. Normally he would save such endeavors until after he'd had time to adjust- or, at least, a quick breakfast- but, he mused, the sooner the tree had its little game over with, the sooner life for the three of them would return to normal. Besides, he wasn't sure he could cook for so many.
It had been a while since he and Paladin had last sparred, anyway... he stomped a foot into the sand a few times, his eye glancing over to the weapon racks piled against the nearby wall. Looking back at his two newfound 'apprentices,' he clicked his tongue in thought.
"I know not what example of mine the Tree must expect you all to follow..."
Approaching the rack, he soon pulled away an armful of wooden training swords. No sense in risking the blows of steel so soon, after all. He returned to Rain and Magi, thrusting the swords upright into the ground before them.
"But I know what I might teach you. Take one; I trust you've at least seen such things before."
Date/Time: June 21, early morning.
Location: Melee island.
Rating: PG for chivalrous violence.
Summary: After waking up with his two would-be apprentices in his bed, Reed concludes the tree would have them follow his example; to that end- and hoping to set things back to normal as soon as possible- he gives them a bit of combat training.
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Reed ran his hand across his eyes one last time, shaking off the last remnants of his... interrupted sleep as he stepped out into the arena's sandy floor. Normally he would save such endeavors until after he'd had time to adjust- or, at least, a quick breakfast- but, he mused, the sooner the tree had its little game over with, the sooner life for the three of them would return to normal. Besides, he wasn't sure he could cook for so many.
It had been a while since he and Paladin had last sparred, anyway... he stomped a foot into the sand a few times, his eye glancing over to the weapon racks piled against the nearby wall. Looking back at his two newfound 'apprentices,' he clicked his tongue in thought.
"I know not what example of mine the Tree must expect you all to follow..."
Approaching the rack, he soon pulled away an armful of wooden training swords. No sense in risking the blows of steel so soon, after all. He returned to Rain and Magi, thrusting the swords upright into the ground before them.
"But I know what I might teach you. Take one; I trust you've at least seen such things before."