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IC time is: Early Night < About 9:10 PM >
IC day is: Orithil <Moon-day>
IC date is: 1 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel shines at its most brilliant well above the
horizon in the western sky.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Tue May 01 16:03:38 2007
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Training Field
On this wide field, boundry sticks and markers seem to rise up in a variety of
patterns. Interspersed between all of these, targets, dummies, and other devices
for training stand in various levels of repair. Taking up one side of the field,
an archery range can be found. Along the opposite side, a long low hillock
looking building that seems to be both a part of the hill itself and the trees
as it is built beneath grass and branch, the only entrance jutting out between
two thick roots of a tall mallorn.
Participants:
Galharth
Legarwin
Maglind
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A cool breeze blows over the city from the north, as early evening takes hold.
To the west, Anor is long set, and the final colors of sunset have faded into
memory. The stars shine above, bringing forth a peaceful light over the golden
foliage of Lothlorien. As with most evenings, a song echos along the breeze,
bringing forth images and memories of days long past. This song however seems
distant in this place, and the sounds of training ring loudly over the field.
A form sits quietly upon the field those who work around him, watching. A
strange weariness reflects within his crystal blue gaze. "The same each hour,
neverending." Galharth mutters in a soft voice, more for himself.
Another stirs, lying in the grass of the field. He is somewhere off to the side,
as not to be trodden on by swordsmen sparring. A bow and a nearly-empty quiver
lie next to his side, idle. Maglind's eyes are closed, one hand over his face.
A figure appears at the doors of the training building, body silouetted by the
golden glow behind. Legarwin quietly steps forth from the office area and makes
his path across the field. His sapphire eyes watch those training with
occasional remarks made in his light tone. Finally does his gaze fall upon the
Clothier. To the ellon he calls, "Mae govannen. Do you come here often?"
Looking up from his distraction, Galharth's expression lightens upon recognizing
the Commander. "Well met, Legarwin," he offers immediately. To the other ellon's
question, he shrugs his shoulders. "Enough I suppose. Both from working upon my
projects and a Court assignment to work with the Order."
Pausing a moment he glances towards those at practice. "But I do suppose I have
two issues I would like to speak with you about. First my training, and second
perhaps some level of armor." Looking back at the Commander, he tilts his head
slightly. "Do you have time for my concerns?"
Maglind opens one bright eye, straightens and stretches. For the moment he is
silent, touching his toes as he listens to the two above the thrilling of arrows
and metal.
"I shall be able to assist you with both, I hope. I know well the requirement of
the Royal Court for its couriers and know what you seek in training," replies
Legarwin in a calm tone before asking, "And may I ask for what use you have for
armor? Do you plan on confronting an enemy soon?"
"Thank you," Galharth says softly as he rises to his feet. "I've had great
fortune speaking with several current and former members of the Order," he says
as he glances out over the field. "There are a number of impressive folks
dedicated to the protection of Lothlorien." As he gazes out over the field,
another familiar face catches the clothier's eye, and he raises a hand to offer
a wave. "Well met Maglind!" he calls out.
Returning his gaze to the Commander, the crafter, and now Courier smiles weekly,
"I've no plans, but to be honest, but I am wise enough to prepare. At the very
least, I would hope to borrow a set of Ringmail so that I might adapt a robe to
be worn with it." He chuckles weakly and looks back towards the field, "Should I
ever be sent forth for the Court, and considering my trade, I could not bear
doing so without some level of appropriate dress."
Meekly and without word, Maglind rises (leaving his weapons behind) and ambles
between sparring pairs of Elves. Reaching the two, he offers a little nod, but
is silent.
Legarwin offers a nod to Maglind before turning his attention back to Galharth.
"I shall make you a set of mail myself that shall fit your purposes. Now back to
the training. I assume you have sought me out that you may begin your training
in a particular weapon?" asks the ellon with his eyes remaining set on the
other.
"I thank you again, Legarwin." He pauses a moment and tilts his head slightly.
"Do you have any idea when the mail might be ready? I've a few projects upcoming
that will take my time, so the sooner, the better." Galharth says with an even
tone. "As for weapon, I've been working with a longsword."
Glancing towards Maglind, and then towards Legarwin, he offers a brief smile and
a nod towards the wrapped blade still laying on the ground. "I think I've
finally made it to the point in which I'm no longer a danger to myself with my
weapon."
"I was thinking the same thing," offers Maglind in a light, cheerful baritone.
"I made quite the laughingstock of Lorien's wardens last year in Imladris."
The Commander gives a kind grin to the ellyn as they speak of their experience
with the blade. Yet, he first replies to Galharth by saying, "I shall have it
for you in two day's time." After a moment in thought, Legarwin says, "If you
are both here to practice using a longsword, then a duel would be best. Do you
agree?"
"Perfect," Galharth replies to Legarwin's estimation for armor. Turning to
Maglind he smiles lightly. "Certainly, I agree. Any and all experience is not to
be turned down."
"Of course," concurs the Warden with a small twist of his mouth, "slay me not,
Clothier. Commander -- would it be possible to borrow a weapon from the practice
racks?"
At the request, the Commander steps back and whistles almost in mimicry of a
bird. A Sentinel then appears carrying a weapon. With a gesture, the weapon is
handed to the Warden before the Order member departs. Once the opponents are
both equipped, Legarwin says, "This combat will be similar to those of a
competitive duel. The first to touch the other three times wins. Begin when you
are ready."
Bending, the clothier quickly retrieves his longsword and steps away from the
Guards, taking a defensive stance with the blade angled from his left shoulder
to his right hip. Holding his position, he offers the Warden a smile. "I do not
yet feel comfortable with offensive, so I give you the option of first strike."
Chuckling softly, he adds, "Trust me, you have little to fear from my limited
skills. Go ahead when you're ready."
Raising, the tip trembles slightly, starlight flowing down the blade. "My
thanks," says Maglind, almost needlessly, as he strikes out in an arc, angled
carefully so that the flat will touch Galharth's side -- if he is successful.
Maglind attacks Galharth with his Longsword!...
...and Galharth parry the attack with his Longsword!
Strangely, Galharth catches Maglind's movement and reacts instantly, parrying
the Warden's attack. Breathing outwards as he defends the attack, the clothier
snaps his blade back and swings it around, flat side forward, aiming to plant a
stinging blow to his opponents upper right thigh.
"This is your second weapon?" the clothier asks as he concentrates upon his own
efforts to deliver a blow.
Galharth attacks Maglind with his Longsword...
Galharth's attack against Maglind mildly wounds him!
"Ai! Aye," says Maglind, hopping backwards as the flat connects. "A longbow is
not much use in close quarters, would you agree?" And with his last breath of
speech he lunges forward, blade flickering carefully at Galharth's arm.
Maglind attacks Galharth with his Longsword!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"I wouldn't know what is good in a fight, either from a distance or up close,"
Galharth says with a tone of honesty. "I wield sissors more than anything else."
As Maglind's blade makes contact with his arm, he frowns.
"Though, I give you credit, as it is due. Facing darkness can not be easy,
mentally or physically." Arching his blade over from his failed attempt to block
the attack, and then shifting the weapon forward, the crafter aims to strike the
flat of his blade against the Warden's upper right arm.
Galharth attacks Maglind with his Longsword...
Galharth's attack against Maglind mildly wounds him!
And he hits. Maglind stumbles, his hand momentarily loosening its grip upon the
wrapped hilt.
"Scissors are formidable things. As for facing darkness" -- here he rights
himself and sweeps at the Clothier's shins -- "we prefer to fight during
daytime."
Maglind attacks Galharth with his Longsword!...
...and Galharth parrys the attack with his Longsword!
Taking a step back, to allow the Guard a chance to recover from his stumble,
Galharth watches his opponent carefully. "Ah, I see," the clothier says as he
brings his blade around and upwards to parry the Warden's latest attack. "Making
appointments for confrontation during daylight hours certainly makes sense,
but..." he says, sweeping his sword upwards before comming round to bring a blow
towards Magind's right shoulder.
Galhart attacks Maglind with his Longsword...
Galharth's attack against Maglind mildly wounds him!
"But?" queries Maglind, narrowly ducking out of Galharth's way -- but he fails,
and the flat comes down upon his shoulder. "They do not like to wander in
Arien's glare. You win, I believe."
"But, I have heard of few situations where your foe commit to daylight dancing.
Indeed, I've heard several tell of a troll who walks freely in the light of
day." Galharth says, lowering his weapon to the ground.
Taking a step back, the clothier puts distance between himself and the Warden.
"I would see it as a greater win to have a Guard defeat me. Our tasks are
unalike and yet we serve a common goal. Do we not?"
"We do," agrees Maglind, resting the sword-point in the green grass. "Have you
now? I thought they turned to stone when daylight struck them."
"You should speak with the Ranger Annaiel, or the elven youth Rhibi, for both
have seen the light loving beast that now walks the land." Galharth says with a
heavy breath. For one who has never actually seen a troll, the now outdated Lore
provides something that sounds like he should be concerned.
"Tell me, what would you think of a troll who could walk freely in day?
"Some strange new devilry," grunts Maglind, wrapping both hands around the hilt.
"Rumor has spread around the borders. Is it near?"
A strange look flickers in the clothiers eyes, "I've heard several things, the
last of which is that such a beast lurks near the southern border of Mirwood."
Galharth says softly. "If it can travel during the day, then who knows where it
might end up.
"Our borders will stand," Maglind returns strongly, yet he lowers his gaze. "Was
there anything more in addition to its light-loving? Strength? Increased
hideousness?"
"I've heard nothing more," Galharth admits. "Just the fact that it appears
during the day is enough to make our lives miserable." Offering a glance, the
clothier begins to withdraw is attentions. "I grow weary for the day, and it is
probably best if I go to sleep.
"Stars shine upon your path," says the other ellon softly, turning back to his
bow and his quiver. The sword is laid gently in a weapons rack.
Lifting a hand, Galharth offers a friendly wave towards the Warden. "Thank you
for the chance to practice Maglind. Hopefully, it's done well for us both."
With that the clothier turns and steps down the stairs, disappearing into the
night.