Elendor
Ranol Gets Sharked by a Barazin
Huskarl Ranol has a spar with Warven and finds himself unexpectedly outmatched.
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Location: Buhr Mahrling
Description: It is early night, and the lights and fires of Buhr Mahrling have been duly lit by the Men that inhabit the town. And a rre towen it is, in the fringe of the dale-lands and the savage lands of Rhun. And also the men are strange here, a mixture of the Bardings and the wild Men of the East, all living together and trading. And now, also a group of dwarves is in town, their wagons closely guarded outside of the dwarven Guild of Buhr Mahrling. All have been quartered within the spacious Guild, which has been designed to provide dwarven traders with some dwarf commodities away from home.
One of these dwarves is braldor, Thane Bundazanul. He wears his usual blue cloak, but under it the gleam of mail can be seen, and an axe rests on a sling on his back. Clearly, the Thane has his doubts about how safe this town might be.
Walking from beneath the archway and out of the Sitting Hall is the Stonewright Warven, he has his red cloak still on and the hood is thrown back, he is still dressed for the road, the sound of ringmail can be heard as he walks. Upon his back he has his small shield and resting against his shoulder and held with one hand is his Warhammer. His other hand hangs at his side as he walks through the Hall looking about and greeting those he see's.
Nearing Braldor, Thane Bundazanul Warven bows his head and says "Warven, son of Warlen Stonewright of Erebor at your service Thane Bundazanul..." looking about the hall he says "There are still a lot of people about..."
Not far from the thane is his huskarl. The guard is relaxing, enjoing a smoke while he sharpens the blade of his broadsword. Slowly he scrapes the whetstone along the steel with a carved wooden pipe clenched in his teeth. He glances up as Warven approaches and gives the stonewright a nod in greeting.
"A good eve to ye, son of Warlen! Indeed, our kin are still unloading wagons and getting themselves settled in here", Braldor replies, looking around and nodding to the Stonewright. "Yet, I think that by tomorrow we will have everything ready to trade with these Men of the east. I only hope they have enough gold to buy our things... or at least something of value to exchange", he adds.
Giving a nod to the Huskarl Warven looks back to Braldor and says "Aye, some have brought a great deal of goods to trade or sale" Pausing for moment to set the head of his warhammer upon the ground he continues with "Not I though, I am here to see if any of these people have any need of a Stonewright."
Ranol pauses in sharpening the weapon to pull the pipe from his teeth. "Do you plan to stay on here after we depart? How long do you plan for us to stay here, Lord Braldor?" The huskarl asks curiously, blue eyes settling on the thane.
"Aye, I bet these Men will have a use for a Stonewright to strenghten their walls... I've been told the lands South and east of here are wild and dangerous", Braldor says, "so i expeect ye might have some work in yer plate, Master warven". To Ranol then his gaze goes, as he adds, "I think that about a month, Huskarl. We have come here to trade, yet we musn't stay overlong. I think a month is enough for everyone to make their deals and be ready to head back home".
Hearing the words of the Thane Warven says "A month should be more then enough time repair theses walls, or rebuild sections if need be. But yes, a month should be more then enough time for all to trade and sell their goods." Looking to the Huskarl he says with a smile "Sword today? No Warhammer?"
Ranol balances the pipe on his lap with the sword and reaches down to pull up the hammer from amongst some of his gear piled next to him. "I have it still.. it requires less daily attention, though, and I doubt we'll be encountering any trolls while in the city. The blade will serve me better, most likely." Then, as an afterthought, "I should see if there are any teachers here that I might learn different techniques from."
Seeing the Huskarl pull out the Warhammer Warven smiles and says "Aye, tis a good weapon." Pausing for a moment to pull out his own pipe he continues with "But you do have a point, it is a bit hard to swing a warhammer in confided quarters" Leaning his warhammer against his hip he begins to fill his pipe with pipeweed and lights it up taking a few puffs.
"I am better with the sword, as well. I only recently began learing the hammer with earnest." Ranol picks up his pipe again to puff, and then clenches it in his teeth once more as he returns to sharping the sword.
With a nod Warven takes another puff on his pipe and says "Was never very good with a sword myself, always ended up cutting myself more often than my opponent." Lifting his Warhammer and resting it upon his shoulder once more he leans against the wall and blows out a smoke ring.
Ranol chuckles, blue eyes lifting up to Warven briefly. "Well, my grandfather always told me the best way to avoid -that- is to keep the blade pointed at the enemy. The sword doesn't strike as hard as a hammer might, though." The huskarl is thoughtful for a moment, "It's a matter of preference and situation, I suppose."
With a laugh Warven says "That it is, I have always been good with the Hammer, but I do use one whilst I work with the stone , so the warhammer just feels natural in my hand. But you every situation calls for something different. Blunt force isn't always the best idea when you are in a fight." Taking another puff off of his pipe he looks at the Huskarl and says "So what will you be doing whilst we are here? Did you bring anything to trade youself?"
"Me, nay. My job is to watch Lord Braldor's back while he makes Bundazanul richer." The huskarl grins, glancing towards the now-busy thane. "Care to have another go with your hammer?" Ranol puts the whetstone away and sheathes the sword into it's scabbard once again, standing now. "There is probably a space out by the wagons we could use."
With a smile Warven holds up his Warhammer looks it over once and says with a grin "I could go for another Sparing session, you can never train too much" Resting his Warhammer upon his shoulder once more he says "Lead the way"
Ranol grins and nods in agreement. The huskarl collects up the sword and hammer, re-eqipping both. He heads for the door, but pauses to make a quick gesture to one of the other guards that's lingering in the area before moving on.
As Warven steps outside he looks about the street looks down at the smooth road crafted of fine stone he walks a little ways into road and turns around to face the Huskarl, Removing his shield from his back and equipping it to his arm he lifts his warhammer in his other arm and looks to the Huskarl and says "Ready when you Master Ranol"
Ranol glances around as well, then follows Warven as he moves off to a low-traffic area. "Do you have anything to pad your hammer with?" He asks as he unwinds a thick cloth that is wrapped about the sheath of his sword, the fabric meant for just such a purpose.
Reaching behind his back Warven retrieves a thick padded cloth and begins attaching it to the head of his Warhammer tying it tightly then once more getting into a fighting stance and says "Now I am ready"
Ranol finishes prepping his weapon, then nods to Warven. "Okay. Let's see how we fare today." He sets a defensive stance, holding the warhammer at the ready. "Go ahead." (RE)
With a smile Warven begins to move in closer to his opponent his War Hammer at the ready shield up ready to block an attack, quickly he moves in and begins his attack on his opponent, swinging his War Hammer at Ranol's left side.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your War Hammer!
Ranol is watching, and moves his own hammer to intercept, blocking the attack. He steps back once, then brings the weapon swinging around overhead in a downward counter towards Warven's chest.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Although this little practice battle is off to the side of the street, it still starts to draw a small crowd. At first only a few dirty boys with black hair crowd around to watch, but soon other passers by slow their steps as well. "What are they doing?" squeaks a black-haired girl of about 12, pushing her way to the front of the crowd. "They going to kill each other?"
Fast as he can Warven jumps back just in time to see Ranol's War Hammer just miss him, taking a step forward to counter the attack Warven swings his War Hammer across his body aiming it at ranol's shoulder.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Thari's wagon is among those recently arrived at Buhr Mahrling, standing out rather prominently among the other wagons belonging to the dwarven caravan. Beside it are tied four ponies in addition to the two hitched to pull it, who have not been undone yet. There seems no one about for the moment, perhaps the two occupants of the wagon are tending to other duties. Ah but no, for here is one now. Frarin exits the guild hall, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up as if he has been busy unpacking.
He comes around the rear of Thari's wagon, frowning absently in his work. A strap on one of the ponies is undone and the silversmith pulls down a small box. As he sets the box on top of several others, however, he glances up at the movement in the street, especially as a forming crowd draws his eye. Frown deepening, he watches Ranol and Warven for a moment. Eventually he looks back to his box and opens the lid, but his ponderous inspection of the box's contents and his darting glances up at the two suggest he is lingering long than he needs.
Ranol clumsily tries to get another parry in, but he's too slow with the heavy weapon and Warven scores a strike on his shoulder. "Nice job." The huskarl grunts, then swings his hammer towards Warven's side in another attack.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
The girl is clearly from one of the Easterling tribes, her hair night dark, a slant to her deep brown eyes, her skin a golden hue. She's dressed in a thigh-length silk tunic of blue woven through with golden embroidery, matching silk pants and worn brown sandals. But not all of the crowd gathering here looks like here--more than a few of the street urchins have the looks and coloring of Dale, and some of the men who have stopped to watch have olive-toned skin and curly black hair. The gathering crowd is starting to choose side, not a few bets made. "Dwarves are -always- fighting," the young girl notes loudly, rolling her eyes.
Stepping back just in time to avoid Ranol's attack, and then stepping forward and swinging his War Hammer in a downwards motion at Ranols hip with his arm fully extended trying to get a quick hit on his opponent.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol again is too slow and grunts as Warven's hammer smacks into his chain armor, the links clinking from the impact. The huskarl is grinning still, not upset in the slightest that the stonewright is besting him. He moves in closer, trying to reduce the range of motion that Warven has available, thrusting the head of his warhammer at the Barazin's chest.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Turning his body just in time to avoid the attack by the Huskarl Warven then side steps once more to get some room between them and then thrusts his own War Hammer forward aimed at his opponents chest, stepping forward as he dose so.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Hit him!! Come on!!" come cries from the crowd, then loud cheering and some exchanging of money as Warven's blow strikes home. "Told you the short one would win," one of the older boys gloats. "Hasn't won yet," the other gripes. "ANd the city guards will be here soon...come on!" he yells toward Ranol. "I'm losing money on you!"
Ranol is pushed back as the hammer strikes him in the chest, his chainmail absorbing most of the impact. He doesn't pay much mind to the people watching other than the occasional glance, his attention on trying to avoid Warven's skilled assaults. He adjusts his grip on his hammer and makes a wide swing at the stonewright again, aiming for his legs now.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven parries your attack with his War Hammer!
After a time, Frarin straightens from rustling through his box and leans back against the side of Thari's wagon, now making no secret of his watching the two spar. He crosses his arms and legs, frowning as he studies Ranol and Warven. Occasionally too his eyes flick to the growing crowd. For a time he stands thus, until suddenly the two might hear his rumbled shout above the crowd, "Keep up your momentum, Ranol! Lay off the short strikes, keep your hammer in motion!"
Thrusting his own War Hammer downwards parrying the attack Warven glances about the crowd for a moment and then continues his attack upon Ranol, swinging his War Hammer upwards aimed at the Huskarls middle.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Five copper pennies that the fat one wins!" comes a shout. Then, "they're both fat!" The crowd laughs.
Anyone that bet against Warven is going to be out some coin. Ranol is getting thrashed, that much is becoming very obvious. He gives up ground again as the hammer hits him in the midsection, sparing one quick look in Frarin's direction before focusing on Warven again. He tries to put the silversmith's advice to good use, taking a wider swing with the hammer and letting momentum guide him.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Jumping back as fast as he can just in time to avoid the attack, Warven then sidesteps and steps forward swinging his War Hammer with a wide arc aimed at the Huskarl's back.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Aww...it's not fair. They're not really fighting," grumbles one of the boys who bet on Ranol. "There's no blood." Some of the crowd begins to disperse.
Ranol is struck again and perhaps feels some small pity for the folks in the crowd that are losing money. He holds his hand up to stop Warven, grinning. "Care to try your hammer against my sword?" He pulls the thick cloth off the head of the hammer (clearly an unneccessary precaution) and slings the weapon across his back. Then he draws the broadsword and wraps the padding fabric around the sharp edge.
Taking a step back Warven nods his head and says "Fine by me, it looks like this crowd wants a little more action." Looking about the small crowd with a smile" Banging his War Hammer against his shield he says "Ready when you are Master Ranol"
Ranol readies his shield, nodding at Warven. He swings his arm a few times with the lighter weapon, then moves in with a quick slash at the stonewright's chest, turning the flat of the blade to prevent any potential unwanted accidents.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven parries your attack with his shield!
There's some grumbling and exchanging of new bets, a few heated arguments breakign out, as well.
Raising his Shield just in time to block the attack, and then quickly returning the attack with a overhead swing of his War Hammer aimed at the Huskarls sword wielding shoulder.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ranol ducks out of the way as the hammer swings down and the weapon is wide of it's target. As the huskarl is sidestepping, he's bringing the flat of his broadsword slapping at the back of Warven's leg.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
Lifting his leg and jumping out of the way just in time, Warven takes a step back and then quickly lunges forward thrusting the head of his War hammer at the Huskarl's chest
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Energized at first by the prospect of a better duel with new weapons, the crowd quickly starts to grow restless as neither dwarf seems able to now hit the other. "Men are silly," the girl in blue announces to noone in particular. "And dwarves are the silliest."
Ranol is no longer focusing his thoughts on technique and basic use of the warhammer. Now his attention is on dodging Warven. He sidesteps again and makes another sweeping slap with the broadsword, aiming for the Barazin's torso.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
Pursing his lips, Frarin shifts slightly, eyes narrowed at the two. He looks amused almost, but in a decidedly critical way which is to say, he looks very much himself. Ranol misses again and Frarin snorts, frowning.
Jumping back but hearing the edge of Ranol's sword just graze his Chainmail Warven Steps forward once more and swings his War Hammer across his body aiming it at Ranol's shield arm.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol tries to bring his shield up to block the hammer, but is a touch slow and it slams his arm again. Perhaps the huskarl is looking the faintest bit frustrated now, so off his game is he. He moves in with another offensive attack, slashing the sword at Warven again.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
After awhile Frarin begins to tug at one end of his mustache, his eyes now very narrowed in thought as the two whirl about, striking air again and again until Warven lands another hit. "He's keeping his momentum up, Ranol, force him to break it!" the silversmith suddenly shouts. "Don't let him have the wide shots! Crowd him, for Durin's sake!"
Side stepping just in time to watch the Huskarl's attack miss wide, and seeing a possible opening Warven steps forward and thrusts the handle of his War Hammer at Ranol's middle leaning in as he dose so.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol looks over at Frarin now, some of his irritation showing as he snaps at the silversmith, "Yes, I got it!" He rumbles, except at that moment the handle of the hammer digs into his stomach and he grunts in discomfort, stumbling back. There's sweat on his brow now, the huskarl's pride slowly getting battered by the stonewright. He swings his sword wide and low, aiming for Warven's legs again.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Warven mildly wounds him!
Not expecting the attack to come so fast Warven has no time to react and with a loud smack the Haskarl's sword strikes home right at his left knee, almost buckling it, stepping forward slightly on his good leg Warven once again swings his War Hammer at the Huskarl's middle.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
More money now changes hands in the crowd and there are some shouts as Ranol -finally- hits the other dwarf.
Frarin pulls a mocking face as Ranol shouts irritatingly back to him, but the silversmith fair smirks when the huskarl goes on to land a blow at Warven's legs. Still looking very smug indeed, Frarin finally leaves the two to continue in whatever manner they see fit, taking his box in both hands and departing the crowd of onlookers for the guild hall once more.
Ranol dodges aside and now there's no counter-attack. He's hot and tired and more than a little bit frustrated. Not at Warven, but at himself. He pulls off his helm, tucking his sword under his shield arm and scrubbing his hand through his short cropped black hair, the sweat making it stick in all directions. "Are you sure that stonework is your calling?" He asks.
As soon as the fight seems to be over, the crowd scatters quickly--though not after bets are paid. The girl in blue takes off down the street at a run, thick braid of black hair thumping on her back as she does so.
Taking a step back and letting the head of his War Hammer rest upon the ground Warven takes a few deep breaths, obviously exhausted and then says with a smile "That it is my friend, I love working with the stone." Slinging his shield upon his back he Runs his hand though his hair and says "Good match, I have not had a work out like that in a long time"
Ranol snorts, "Since when? When you were training with the Narag or some such?" he asks in jest. "You've shown me I'm not working hard enough. Thank you for the spar." Save for a glance the crowd is mostly ignored as they trickle away. "I'll be sore in the morning."
With a laugh Warven says "Nay, most of my training is done down in the mines working with the stone, and I shall be sore myself I don't think I have had to work that hard in what seams like years." Rubbing his knee for a moment he then picks up his War hammer and rests it upon his shoulder and says with a smile "Perhaps we should go inside and get a drink to help these bruises heal"
"Aye.. a drink sounds good." Ranol agrees, chuckling. Obviously the huskarl has no hard feelings, but he still shows a hint of frustration on his face. He slings his shield to his back and resheathes the sword after pulling the cloth free of the blade.
With a slight limp Warven begins to make his way back to the Guild Hall as he gets close to the Huskarl he pats him on the shoulder and says "The first drink is on me" still limping forward he reaches the golden door and pulls it open and makes his way inside.
Ranol heads back into the hall, hot and sweaty, his helm carried in one hand and the huskarl has a faintly disgruntled look on his face. If any were watching the spar form a window they likely saw the Bundazanul get thrashed by Warven.
Limping inside Warven Looks about the hall and spots a crate in the corner, going over to it he lifts the lid and retrieves two bottles, turning about he heads back over to the Huskarl and offers him one of the bottle's and says "It good and strong".
Biting off the cork in his bottle Warven spits it upon the ground and takes a good long drink, once finished he sets the head of his War Hammer upon the ground and says with a smile "Lets find a place to sit, my leg is killing me"
Ranol takes the bottle, "Thanks." He moves towards the chair he had been sitting in earlier, his gear still piled where he left it. "Maybe you should have Thari or Frarin look at that if it's hurting so much." Ranol cautions, frowning. He lays his shield and hammer against the gear, then works the cork from the bottle so he can take a swig.
Grabbing a just on the other side of the Hall Warven takes a seat and leans his War Hammer against the wall and says "Its just sore is all, it will be fine." Taking another swig from his bottle he leans back and says with a laugh "But perhaps if one of the healers isn't busy later" Pulling out his pipe and pouch of pipe weed he sets the bottle on the ground and starts to fill his pipe.
One of these dwarves is braldor, Thane Bundazanul. He wears his usual blue cloak, but under it the gleam of mail can be seen, and an axe rests on a sling on his back. Clearly, the Thane has his doubts about how safe this town might be.
Walking from beneath the archway and out of the Sitting Hall is the Stonewright Warven, he has his red cloak still on and the hood is thrown back, he is still dressed for the road, the sound of ringmail can be heard as he walks. Upon his back he has his small shield and resting against his shoulder and held with one hand is his Warhammer. His other hand hangs at his side as he walks through the Hall looking about and greeting those he see's.
Nearing Braldor, Thane Bundazanul Warven bows his head and says "Warven, son of Warlen Stonewright of Erebor at your service Thane Bundazanul..." looking about the hall he says "There are still a lot of people about..."
Not far from the thane is his huskarl. The guard is relaxing, enjoing a smoke while he sharpens the blade of his broadsword. Slowly he scrapes the whetstone along the steel with a carved wooden pipe clenched in his teeth. He glances up as Warven approaches and gives the stonewright a nod in greeting.
"A good eve to ye, son of Warlen! Indeed, our kin are still unloading wagons and getting themselves settled in here", Braldor replies, looking around and nodding to the Stonewright. "Yet, I think that by tomorrow we will have everything ready to trade with these Men of the east. I only hope they have enough gold to buy our things... or at least something of value to exchange", he adds.
Giving a nod to the Huskarl Warven looks back to Braldor and says "Aye, some have brought a great deal of goods to trade or sale" Pausing for moment to set the head of his warhammer upon the ground he continues with "Not I though, I am here to see if any of these people have any need of a Stonewright."
Ranol pauses in sharpening the weapon to pull the pipe from his teeth. "Do you plan to stay on here after we depart? How long do you plan for us to stay here, Lord Braldor?" The huskarl asks curiously, blue eyes settling on the thane.
"Aye, I bet these Men will have a use for a Stonewright to strenghten their walls... I've been told the lands South and east of here are wild and dangerous", Braldor says, "so i expeect ye might have some work in yer plate, Master warven". To Ranol then his gaze goes, as he adds, "I think that about a month, Huskarl. We have come here to trade, yet we musn't stay overlong. I think a month is enough for everyone to make their deals and be ready to head back home".
Hearing the words of the Thane Warven says "A month should be more then enough time repair theses walls, or rebuild sections if need be. But yes, a month should be more then enough time for all to trade and sell their goods." Looking to the Huskarl he says with a smile "Sword today? No Warhammer?"
Ranol balances the pipe on his lap with the sword and reaches down to pull up the hammer from amongst some of his gear piled next to him. "I have it still.. it requires less daily attention, though, and I doubt we'll be encountering any trolls while in the city. The blade will serve me better, most likely." Then, as an afterthought, "I should see if there are any teachers here that I might learn different techniques from."
Seeing the Huskarl pull out the Warhammer Warven smiles and says "Aye, tis a good weapon." Pausing for a moment to pull out his own pipe he continues with "But you do have a point, it is a bit hard to swing a warhammer in confided quarters" Leaning his warhammer against his hip he begins to fill his pipe with pipeweed and lights it up taking a few puffs.
"I am better with the sword, as well. I only recently began learing the hammer with earnest." Ranol picks up his pipe again to puff, and then clenches it in his teeth once more as he returns to sharping the sword.
With a nod Warven takes another puff on his pipe and says "Was never very good with a sword myself, always ended up cutting myself more often than my opponent." Lifting his Warhammer and resting it upon his shoulder once more he leans against the wall and blows out a smoke ring.
Ranol chuckles, blue eyes lifting up to Warven briefly. "Well, my grandfather always told me the best way to avoid -that- is to keep the blade pointed at the enemy. The sword doesn't strike as hard as a hammer might, though." The huskarl is thoughtful for a moment, "It's a matter of preference and situation, I suppose."
With a laugh Warven says "That it is, I have always been good with the Hammer, but I do use one whilst I work with the stone , so the warhammer just feels natural in my hand. But you every situation calls for something different. Blunt force isn't always the best idea when you are in a fight." Taking another puff off of his pipe he looks at the Huskarl and says "So what will you be doing whilst we are here? Did you bring anything to trade youself?"
"Me, nay. My job is to watch Lord Braldor's back while he makes Bundazanul richer." The huskarl grins, glancing towards the now-busy thane. "Care to have another go with your hammer?" Ranol puts the whetstone away and sheathes the sword into it's scabbard once again, standing now. "There is probably a space out by the wagons we could use."
With a smile Warven holds up his Warhammer looks it over once and says with a grin "I could go for another Sparing session, you can never train too much" Resting his Warhammer upon his shoulder once more he says "Lead the way"
Ranol grins and nods in agreement. The huskarl collects up the sword and hammer, re-eqipping both. He heads for the door, but pauses to make a quick gesture to one of the other guards that's lingering in the area before moving on.
As Warven steps outside he looks about the street looks down at the smooth road crafted of fine stone he walks a little ways into road and turns around to face the Huskarl, Removing his shield from his back and equipping it to his arm he lifts his warhammer in his other arm and looks to the Huskarl and says "Ready when you Master Ranol"
Ranol glances around as well, then follows Warven as he moves off to a low-traffic area. "Do you have anything to pad your hammer with?" He asks as he unwinds a thick cloth that is wrapped about the sheath of his sword, the fabric meant for just such a purpose.
Reaching behind his back Warven retrieves a thick padded cloth and begins attaching it to the head of his Warhammer tying it tightly then once more getting into a fighting stance and says "Now I am ready"
Ranol finishes prepping his weapon, then nods to Warven. "Okay. Let's see how we fare today." He sets a defensive stance, holding the warhammer at the ready. "Go ahead." (RE)
With a smile Warven begins to move in closer to his opponent his War Hammer at the ready shield up ready to block an attack, quickly he moves in and begins his attack on his opponent, swinging his War Hammer at Ranol's left side.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your War Hammer!
Ranol is watching, and moves his own hammer to intercept, blocking the attack. He steps back once, then brings the weapon swinging around overhead in a downward counter towards Warven's chest.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Although this little practice battle is off to the side of the street, it still starts to draw a small crowd. At first only a few dirty boys with black hair crowd around to watch, but soon other passers by slow their steps as well. "What are they doing?" squeaks a black-haired girl of about 12, pushing her way to the front of the crowd. "They going to kill each other?"
Fast as he can Warven jumps back just in time to see Ranol's War Hammer just miss him, taking a step forward to counter the attack Warven swings his War Hammer across his body aiming it at ranol's shoulder.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Thari's wagon is among those recently arrived at Buhr Mahrling, standing out rather prominently among the other wagons belonging to the dwarven caravan. Beside it are tied four ponies in addition to the two hitched to pull it, who have not been undone yet. There seems no one about for the moment, perhaps the two occupants of the wagon are tending to other duties. Ah but no, for here is one now. Frarin exits the guild hall, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up as if he has been busy unpacking.
He comes around the rear of Thari's wagon, frowning absently in his work. A strap on one of the ponies is undone and the silversmith pulls down a small box. As he sets the box on top of several others, however, he glances up at the movement in the street, especially as a forming crowd draws his eye. Frown deepening, he watches Ranol and Warven for a moment. Eventually he looks back to his box and opens the lid, but his ponderous inspection of the box's contents and his darting glances up at the two suggest he is lingering long than he needs.
Ranol clumsily tries to get another parry in, but he's too slow with the heavy weapon and Warven scores a strike on his shoulder. "Nice job." The huskarl grunts, then swings his hammer towards Warven's side in another attack.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
The girl is clearly from one of the Easterling tribes, her hair night dark, a slant to her deep brown eyes, her skin a golden hue. She's dressed in a thigh-length silk tunic of blue woven through with golden embroidery, matching silk pants and worn brown sandals. But not all of the crowd gathering here looks like here--more than a few of the street urchins have the looks and coloring of Dale, and some of the men who have stopped to watch have olive-toned skin and curly black hair. The gathering crowd is starting to choose side, not a few bets made. "Dwarves are -always- fighting," the young girl notes loudly, rolling her eyes.
Stepping back just in time to avoid Ranol's attack, and then stepping forward and swinging his War Hammer in a downwards motion at Ranols hip with his arm fully extended trying to get a quick hit on his opponent.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol again is too slow and grunts as Warven's hammer smacks into his chain armor, the links clinking from the impact. The huskarl is grinning still, not upset in the slightest that the stonewright is besting him. He moves in closer, trying to reduce the range of motion that Warven has available, thrusting the head of his warhammer at the Barazin's chest.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Turning his body just in time to avoid the attack by the Huskarl Warven then side steps once more to get some room between them and then thrusts his own War Hammer forward aimed at his opponents chest, stepping forward as he dose so.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Hit him!! Come on!!" come cries from the crowd, then loud cheering and some exchanging of money as Warven's blow strikes home. "Told you the short one would win," one of the older boys gloats. "Hasn't won yet," the other gripes. "ANd the city guards will be here soon...come on!" he yells toward Ranol. "I'm losing money on you!"
Ranol is pushed back as the hammer strikes him in the chest, his chainmail absorbing most of the impact. He doesn't pay much mind to the people watching other than the occasional glance, his attention on trying to avoid Warven's skilled assaults. He adjusts his grip on his hammer and makes a wide swing at the stonewright again, aiming for his legs now.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven parries your attack with his War Hammer!
After a time, Frarin straightens from rustling through his box and leans back against the side of Thari's wagon, now making no secret of his watching the two spar. He crosses his arms and legs, frowning as he studies Ranol and Warven. Occasionally too his eyes flick to the growing crowd. For a time he stands thus, until suddenly the two might hear his rumbled shout above the crowd, "Keep up your momentum, Ranol! Lay off the short strikes, keep your hammer in motion!"
Thrusting his own War Hammer downwards parrying the attack Warven glances about the crowd for a moment and then continues his attack upon Ranol, swinging his War Hammer upwards aimed at the Huskarls middle.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Five copper pennies that the fat one wins!" comes a shout. Then, "they're both fat!" The crowd laughs.
Anyone that bet against Warven is going to be out some coin. Ranol is getting thrashed, that much is becoming very obvious. He gives up ground again as the hammer hits him in the midsection, sparing one quick look in Frarin's direction before focusing on Warven again. He tries to put the silversmith's advice to good use, taking a wider swing with the hammer and letting momentum guide him.
You blindly attack Warven with your War Hammer...
Warven dodges your attack.
Jumping back as fast as he can just in time to avoid the attack, Warven then sidesteps and steps forward swinging his War Hammer with a wide arc aimed at the Huskarl's back.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
"Aww...it's not fair. They're not really fighting," grumbles one of the boys who bet on Ranol. "There's no blood." Some of the crowd begins to disperse.
Ranol is struck again and perhaps feels some small pity for the folks in the crowd that are losing money. He holds his hand up to stop Warven, grinning. "Care to try your hammer against my sword?" He pulls the thick cloth off the head of the hammer (clearly an unneccessary precaution) and slings the weapon across his back. Then he draws the broadsword and wraps the padding fabric around the sharp edge.
Taking a step back Warven nods his head and says "Fine by me, it looks like this crowd wants a little more action." Looking about the small crowd with a smile" Banging his War Hammer against his shield he says "Ready when you are Master Ranol"
Ranol readies his shield, nodding at Warven. He swings his arm a few times with the lighter weapon, then moves in with a quick slash at the stonewright's chest, turning the flat of the blade to prevent any potential unwanted accidents.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven parries your attack with his shield!
There's some grumbling and exchanging of new bets, a few heated arguments breakign out, as well.
Raising his Shield just in time to block the attack, and then quickly returning the attack with a overhead swing of his War Hammer aimed at the Huskarls sword wielding shoulder.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ranol ducks out of the way as the hammer swings down and the weapon is wide of it's target. As the huskarl is sidestepping, he's bringing the flat of his broadsword slapping at the back of Warven's leg.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
Lifting his leg and jumping out of the way just in time, Warven takes a step back and then quickly lunges forward thrusting the head of his War hammer at the Huskarl's chest
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Energized at first by the prospect of a better duel with new weapons, the crowd quickly starts to grow restless as neither dwarf seems able to now hit the other. "Men are silly," the girl in blue announces to noone in particular. "And dwarves are the silliest."
Ranol is no longer focusing his thoughts on technique and basic use of the warhammer. Now his attention is on dodging Warven. He sidesteps again and makes another sweeping slap with the broadsword, aiming for the Barazin's torso.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
Pursing his lips, Frarin shifts slightly, eyes narrowed at the two. He looks amused almost, but in a decidedly critical way which is to say, he looks very much himself. Ranol misses again and Frarin snorts, frowning.
Jumping back but hearing the edge of Ranol's sword just graze his Chainmail Warven Steps forward once more and swings his War Hammer across his body aiming it at Ranol's shield arm.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol tries to bring his shield up to block the hammer, but is a touch slow and it slams his arm again. Perhaps the huskarl is looking the faintest bit frustrated now, so off his game is he. He moves in with another offensive attack, slashing the sword at Warven again.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Warven dodges your attack.
After awhile Frarin begins to tug at one end of his mustache, his eyes now very narrowed in thought as the two whirl about, striking air again and again until Warven lands another hit. "He's keeping his momentum up, Ranol, force him to break it!" the silversmith suddenly shouts. "Don't let him have the wide shots! Crowd him, for Durin's sake!"
Side stepping just in time to watch the Huskarl's attack miss wide, and seeing a possible opening Warven steps forward and thrusts the handle of his War Hammer at Ranol's middle leaning in as he dose so.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol looks over at Frarin now, some of his irritation showing as he snaps at the silversmith, "Yes, I got it!" He rumbles, except at that moment the handle of the hammer digs into his stomach and he grunts in discomfort, stumbling back. There's sweat on his brow now, the huskarl's pride slowly getting battered by the stonewright. He swings his sword wide and low, aiming for Warven's legs again.
You attack Warven with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Warven mildly wounds him!
Not expecting the attack to come so fast Warven has no time to react and with a loud smack the Haskarl's sword strikes home right at his left knee, almost buckling it, stepping forward slightly on his good leg Warven once again swings his War Hammer at the Huskarl's middle.
Warven attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
More money now changes hands in the crowd and there are some shouts as Ranol -finally- hits the other dwarf.
Frarin pulls a mocking face as Ranol shouts irritatingly back to him, but the silversmith fair smirks when the huskarl goes on to land a blow at Warven's legs. Still looking very smug indeed, Frarin finally leaves the two to continue in whatever manner they see fit, taking his box in both hands and departing the crowd of onlookers for the guild hall once more.
Ranol dodges aside and now there's no counter-attack. He's hot and tired and more than a little bit frustrated. Not at Warven, but at himself. He pulls off his helm, tucking his sword under his shield arm and scrubbing his hand through his short cropped black hair, the sweat making it stick in all directions. "Are you sure that stonework is your calling?" He asks.
As soon as the fight seems to be over, the crowd scatters quickly--though not after bets are paid. The girl in blue takes off down the street at a run, thick braid of black hair thumping on her back as she does so.
Taking a step back and letting the head of his War Hammer rest upon the ground Warven takes a few deep breaths, obviously exhausted and then says with a smile "That it is my friend, I love working with the stone." Slinging his shield upon his back he Runs his hand though his hair and says "Good match, I have not had a work out like that in a long time"
Ranol snorts, "Since when? When you were training with the Narag or some such?" he asks in jest. "You've shown me I'm not working hard enough. Thank you for the spar." Save for a glance the crowd is mostly ignored as they trickle away. "I'll be sore in the morning."
With a laugh Warven says "Nay, most of my training is done down in the mines working with the stone, and I shall be sore myself I don't think I have had to work that hard in what seams like years." Rubbing his knee for a moment he then picks up his War hammer and rests it upon his shoulder and says with a smile "Perhaps we should go inside and get a drink to help these bruises heal"
"Aye.. a drink sounds good." Ranol agrees, chuckling. Obviously the huskarl has no hard feelings, but he still shows a hint of frustration on his face. He slings his shield to his back and resheathes the sword after pulling the cloth free of the blade.
With a slight limp Warven begins to make his way back to the Guild Hall as he gets close to the Huskarl he pats him on the shoulder and says "The first drink is on me" still limping forward he reaches the golden door and pulls it open and makes his way inside.
Ranol heads back into the hall, hot and sweaty, his helm carried in one hand and the huskarl has a faintly disgruntled look on his face. If any were watching the spar form a window they likely saw the Bundazanul get thrashed by Warven.
Limping inside Warven Looks about the hall and spots a crate in the corner, going over to it he lifts the lid and retrieves two bottles, turning about he heads back over to the Huskarl and offers him one of the bottle's and says "It good and strong".
Biting off the cork in his bottle Warven spits it upon the ground and takes a good long drink, once finished he sets the head of his War Hammer upon the ground and says with a smile "Lets find a place to sit, my leg is killing me"
Ranol takes the bottle, "Thanks." He moves towards the chair he had been sitting in earlier, his gear still piled where he left it. "Maybe you should have Thari or Frarin look at that if it's hurting so much." Ranol cautions, frowning. He lays his shield and hammer against the gear, then works the cork from the bottle so he can take a swig.
Grabbing a just on the other side of the Hall Warven takes a seat and leans his War Hammer against the wall and says "Its just sore is all, it will be fine." Taking another swig from his bottle he leans back and says with a laugh "But perhaps if one of the healers isn't busy later" Pulling out his pipe and pouch of pipe weed he sets the bottle on the ground and starts to fill his pipe.
Players: Warven, Braldor, Ranol, Frarin
Located in: Erebor
