Elendor
A Dwarven Spar
Ovor requests a spar with Ranol. They also talk of Ranol's family.
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Location: High Pass
IC Time: Morning
Description: It's late morning after the second attack of the orcs. The camp is still in the same location, the injured needing some recovery time before the dwarves move on. The weather is clearer, the rain gone and cool, but clear skies overhead. In an area off by himself, the Huskarl of Bundazanul is working steadily through some basic offensive and defensive manuevers, fighting an imaginary foe while he keeps his technique sharp through practice.
[Ovor(#20753)] Thane Zinbar, Ovor, is about the camp himself this day, hammer upon his shoulder. He seems positively happy after the previous night's battle, humming quietly to himself when not muttering about the lack of good ale and the small stature of orcs. It is somewhat inevitable, then, that he comes across Ranol. He is quiet for several minutes, watching the other Dwarf practice, before nodding his head. "Good! Good! You do well, Huskarl."
Ranol pauses his routine, turning towards Ovor with a curious expression on his face. When he recognizes the thane he offers a bow. "Thane Ovor. Thank you." There's a faint sheen of sweat on the huskarl's brow, he's been at his practice for a good portion of the morning and didn't look to be letting up anytime soon.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Whom have you learned from, I wonder?" The Thane arches an eyebrow for a moment before lettings his hammer fall from his shoulder, resting the head of it on his foot while his hand grasps the end. "I have always had an interest in martial matters, being of Zinbar."
Ranol shifts his sword to his shield hand so that he can graze his fingers back through his shortly cropped hair. "My mother's father, Kurn, taught me some, before we left on this trip. This is his shield." He explains, lifting his arm up to show the carved wooden shield.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Kurn... the name sounds familiar..." The words are almost murmured by the Thane before he nods slightly, looking to the shield for a few moments. "'Tis a fine shield and your mother's father has skill in arms. It is well you have such an instructor."
"He's of Zinbar.. " Ranol shrugs, not expecting Ovor to know his grandfather. "I appreciate his teaching." The huskarl says with an easy smile, but it fades quickly. "Do you wish to use this space for practice? I can move on, Lord Ovor."
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane's brow furrows he is usually quite good with the names of those in his Clan. He may not be able to recognize them by sight, but, by Durin's beard!, he knew their names! "Does he still live, or has he passed on to stand in the halls of the Maker?" A brief pause. "I would see more of your technique perhaps pitted against mine if you are willing."
"I don't know if he is still with us. He was growing very weary in those weeks prior to the caravan's departure. I do not think he had much time left." Ranol is sheathing his sword when Ovor requests the spar. He draws it back out, nodding. "Of course, Thane." Far be it for him to deny a thane. He reaches to unwind a heavy strip of cloth from around his scabbard so that he can pad the blade.
[Ovor(#20753)] A gentle nod, from the Thane then. "If he is no longer with us, then you have my condolences. It is hard to lose one close." Yet, as the Huskarl pads his blade, the Thane takes out a bit of leather from his belt, wrapping it around his hammer's head no doubt this leather was made for purpose by Ovor. Tying it off with a thin leather strip, the Thane nods his head to Ranol. "You shall have the first strike."
Ranol nods again in recognition of the polite remark, "Thank you. He has had a good life. We spoke at length before I left." The huskarl is still recovering from that first bout with the orcs, but he's moving easily enough. He waits until Ovor is ready, then offers another quick bow before shifting his focus to the spar. The doesn't hesitate, but instead rushes in immediately to swing the flat of his blade at the thane's side.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane is not quick at times. This is one of them. Yet, he accepts the blow to his side, mail ringing as he flashes a brief grin. "I hope the oldbeard had much to tell you." With that, he thrusts the head of his hammer at Ranol's left foot.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol feels a surge of excitement when he gets the jump on the thane, but tries to keep his attention on the fight. He recovers his blade and brings up high to defend, but never anticipates the low swing at his -foot- of all places. His blue eyes widen in surprise as he steps back, wincing, "Aye.. he had no sons.. I spent a lot of time with him." Ranol rushes in again, swinging high at Ovor's chest in hopes of getting another strike in before he can lift the hammer to defend
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] Indeed, the Thane cannot get his hammer up in time, but the Thane takes the blow nonetheless, grunting slightly. "No sons? That is most grevious indeed... yet, I would say he had one in you, though you were from his daughter." Hammer back, the Thane swings it lightly at the other Dwarf's side.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol tries to bring his shield up in time to block the attack, but is a bit too slow. The Thane is faster than he's anticipating with the hammer. Despite suffering another breach in his defenses, the Huskarl smiles at the compliment in regards to his grandfather. "I enjoyed the time I spent with him." He takes a few steps to the side, gaze studying Ovor's form and how he keeps his stance. Ranol quickly jabs to the right, but only as a feint for he pulls the sword back quickly and swings it around widely to make a broader slashing attack from the left.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane moves the hammer's head right, to block the blow as it goes left, however, he thrusts the haft of the hammer to block. It does not work, but, once again, the Thane takes the blow with a grin. "I did not know my grandfather much, though I knew my uncle for a short time." Now his hammer is swung: at the Huskarl's feet.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol isn't at surprised this time when Ovor attacks his feet again. He tries to jump out of the way, but hammer still clips him and he's sent staggering for a few steps, his arms flailing as he regains his balance. He faces off with Ovor again, and this time strikes not at the Thane, but at the hammer. He stabs in with the sword and tries to catch the hammer, attempting to disarm the dwarf.. a more gutsy thing to try, but everything about his style has been on the risky side.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] Rather, the Thane moves his hand up to prevent the disarm attempt, though it does result in a grunt from the Thane. "A good attempt!" Then, he thrusts the hammer head at the Huskarl's stomach.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ranol grins, just enjoying the spar whether he succeeds or not. A small part of him is happy to do his grandfather proud. Ovor thrusts with the hammer, but the Huskarl is dancing back, barely staying ahead of the attack. He retaliates with a light slash down at Ovor's wrist, as always sticking to the flat of the blade.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The strike hits, and the Thane holds up a hand. "Well done, Huskarl, well done! Braldor should be pleased and proud to have you amongst his guard." The Thane hefts his hammer, resting it on his shoulder.
Ranol lowers his sword, then lifts his arm to wipe his brow free of sweat. His breath is a bit heavy, but he's grinning. "Thank you, lord Ovor." He unwinds the strip of cloth and sheaths his sword. "I fear all my toes would be broken were this a real combat."
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods, removing the leather covering from his hammer, placing it back in his belt. "And thank you as well. It feels good to swing my hammer once more." A laugh comes from Ovor before he nods slightly. "More than likely, ay. Try to move quicker, I would suggest, or keep yourself outside of their range unless you are attacking."
"I think my practice is done for the morning.. Thank you for the spar, Thane." Ranol is feeling his still-healing injury now and doesn't want to push himself too hard. The dwarves are yet in hostile territory.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods, wiping sweat from his forehead with an arm. "More than happy. After the previous night's combat... I felt the need to work my skill more. Last night was quite glorious, however." A grin is flashed by Ovor.
Ranol returns the grin with one of his own, though it's balanced with a return of the somewhat solemn expression the huskarl wore earlier. "Quite!.. I only wish we had not lost another of our group. Have a good day, Lord Ovor." The dwarf bows and begins to move away, seeking some further time alone without being outright rude to the Thane.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods to the departing Huskarl, heading on his own way shortly afterwards.
[Ovor(#20753)] Thane Zinbar, Ovor, is about the camp himself this day, hammer upon his shoulder. He seems positively happy after the previous night's battle, humming quietly to himself when not muttering about the lack of good ale and the small stature of orcs. It is somewhat inevitable, then, that he comes across Ranol. He is quiet for several minutes, watching the other Dwarf practice, before nodding his head. "Good! Good! You do well, Huskarl."
Ranol pauses his routine, turning towards Ovor with a curious expression on his face. When he recognizes the thane he offers a bow. "Thane Ovor. Thank you." There's a faint sheen of sweat on the huskarl's brow, he's been at his practice for a good portion of the morning and didn't look to be letting up anytime soon.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Whom have you learned from, I wonder?" The Thane arches an eyebrow for a moment before lettings his hammer fall from his shoulder, resting the head of it on his foot while his hand grasps the end. "I have always had an interest in martial matters, being of Zinbar."
Ranol shifts his sword to his shield hand so that he can graze his fingers back through his shortly cropped hair. "My mother's father, Kurn, taught me some, before we left on this trip. This is his shield." He explains, lifting his arm up to show the carved wooden shield.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Kurn... the name sounds familiar..." The words are almost murmured by the Thane before he nods slightly, looking to the shield for a few moments. "'Tis a fine shield and your mother's father has skill in arms. It is well you have such an instructor."
"He's of Zinbar.. " Ranol shrugs, not expecting Ovor to know his grandfather. "I appreciate his teaching." The huskarl says with an easy smile, but it fades quickly. "Do you wish to use this space for practice? I can move on, Lord Ovor."
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane's brow furrows he is usually quite good with the names of those in his Clan. He may not be able to recognize them by sight, but, by Durin's beard!, he knew their names! "Does he still live, or has he passed on to stand in the halls of the Maker?" A brief pause. "I would see more of your technique perhaps pitted against mine if you are willing."
"I don't know if he is still with us. He was growing very weary in those weeks prior to the caravan's departure. I do not think he had much time left." Ranol is sheathing his sword when Ovor requests the spar. He draws it back out, nodding. "Of course, Thane." Far be it for him to deny a thane. He reaches to unwind a heavy strip of cloth from around his scabbard so that he can pad the blade.
[Ovor(#20753)] A gentle nod, from the Thane then. "If he is no longer with us, then you have my condolences. It is hard to lose one close." Yet, as the Huskarl pads his blade, the Thane takes out a bit of leather from his belt, wrapping it around his hammer's head no doubt this leather was made for purpose by Ovor. Tying it off with a thin leather strip, the Thane nods his head to Ranol. "You shall have the first strike."
Ranol nods again in recognition of the polite remark, "Thank you. He has had a good life. We spoke at length before I left." The huskarl is still recovering from that first bout with the orcs, but he's moving easily enough. He waits until Ovor is ready, then offers another quick bow before shifting his focus to the spar. The doesn't hesitate, but instead rushes in immediately to swing the flat of his blade at the thane's side.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane is not quick at times. This is one of them. Yet, he accepts the blow to his side, mail ringing as he flashes a brief grin. "I hope the oldbeard had much to tell you." With that, he thrusts the head of his hammer at Ranol's left foot.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol feels a surge of excitement when he gets the jump on the thane, but tries to keep his attention on the fight. He recovers his blade and brings up high to defend, but never anticipates the low swing at his -foot- of all places. His blue eyes widen in surprise as he steps back, wincing, "Aye.. he had no sons.. I spent a lot of time with him." Ranol rushes in again, swinging high at Ovor's chest in hopes of getting another strike in before he can lift the hammer to defend
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] Indeed, the Thane cannot get his hammer up in time, but the Thane takes the blow nonetheless, grunting slightly. "No sons? That is most grevious indeed... yet, I would say he had one in you, though you were from his daughter." Hammer back, the Thane swings it lightly at the other Dwarf's side.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol tries to bring his shield up in time to block the attack, but is a bit too slow. The Thane is faster than he's anticipating with the hammer. Despite suffering another breach in his defenses, the Huskarl smiles at the compliment in regards to his grandfather. "I enjoyed the time I spent with him." He takes a few steps to the side, gaze studying Ovor's form and how he keeps his stance. Ranol quickly jabs to the right, but only as a feint for he pulls the sword back quickly and swings it around widely to make a broader slashing attack from the left.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane moves the hammer's head right, to block the blow as it goes left, however, he thrusts the haft of the hammer to block. It does not work, but, once again, the Thane takes the blow with a grin. "I did not know my grandfather much, though I knew my uncle for a short time." Now his hammer is swung: at the Huskarl's feet.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Ranol isn't at surprised this time when Ovor attacks his feet again. He tries to jump out of the way, but hammer still clips him and he's sent staggering for a few steps, his arms flailing as he regains his balance. He faces off with Ovor again, and this time strikes not at the Thane, but at the hammer. He stabs in with the sword and tries to catch the hammer, attempting to disarm the dwarf.. a more gutsy thing to try, but everything about his style has been on the risky side.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] Rather, the Thane moves his hand up to prevent the disarm attempt, though it does result in a grunt from the Thane. "A good attempt!" Then, he thrusts the hammer head at the Huskarl's stomach.
Ovor attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ranol grins, just enjoying the spar whether he succeeds or not. A small part of him is happy to do his grandfather proud. Ovor thrusts with the hammer, but the Huskarl is dancing back, barely staying ahead of the attack. He retaliates with a light slash down at Ovor's wrist, as always sticking to the flat of the blade.
You attack Ovor with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Ovor mildly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The strike hits, and the Thane holds up a hand. "Well done, Huskarl, well done! Braldor should be pleased and proud to have you amongst his guard." The Thane hefts his hammer, resting it on his shoulder.
Ranol lowers his sword, then lifts his arm to wipe his brow free of sweat. His breath is a bit heavy, but he's grinning. "Thank you, lord Ovor." He unwinds the strip of cloth and sheaths his sword. "I fear all my toes would be broken were this a real combat."
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods, removing the leather covering from his hammer, placing it back in his belt. "And thank you as well. It feels good to swing my hammer once more." A laugh comes from Ovor before he nods slightly. "More than likely, ay. Try to move quicker, I would suggest, or keep yourself outside of their range unless you are attacking."
"I think my practice is done for the morning.. Thank you for the spar, Thane." Ranol is feeling his still-healing injury now and doesn't want to push himself too hard. The dwarves are yet in hostile territory.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods, wiping sweat from his forehead with an arm. "More than happy. After the previous night's combat... I felt the need to work my skill more. Last night was quite glorious, however." A grin is flashed by Ovor.
Ranol returns the grin with one of his own, though it's balanced with a return of the somewhat solemn expression the huskarl wore earlier. "Quite!.. I only wish we had not lost another of our group. Have a good day, Lord Ovor." The dwarf bows and begins to move away, seeking some further time alone without being outright rude to the Thane.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane nods to the departing Huskarl, heading on his own way shortly afterwards.
Players: Ranol, Ovor
Located in: Erebor
