Elendor
A learning experience
Saraid shows Brev that, yes, she can use a spear. For sparring anyway.
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Location: Combe - Hollow
Game Date: August 3048
IC Time: Evening
Weather: Clear
Description: Hollow
A path runs along the southern side of Combe Stream as it travels down from Bree-hill. The hill is clearly visible to the west, rising up and above the landscape. Eastward, the land tumbles down along with the stream, toward the village of Combe. Trees run back from the stream, with some teetering on its banks, their long roots disappearing into the water.
Obvious exits:
East leads to Combe.
West leads to Bree-hill: Near Staddle.
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Thu Dec 03 14:23:36 2009
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: First quarter
IC time is: Nighttime
IC date is: Highday, Day 4 of August in the year 3048.
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[Saraid(#16811)]
Daylight turns grey and shadows deepen toward evening, but it's still so hot in the Breelands. Just here, however, things seem a bit cooler around the stream.
Maybe this is why Saraid is here. She has her spear in hand as she teeters along the bank, stepping gingerly over roots. She now has her hand in a tree as she edges around it. Three curls are stuck to her neck with sweat.
Brev likely has reasons of his own for being in this place he is following the line of the trees upstream, slipping quietly from one to the next, his hunting spear in his hand. Heat or no heat, he is once again garbed in leather, and his dark hair is lank with sweat.
At the sight of movement he freezes to watch, no more than a lumpen outline against the greyness - but then the figure is identified and he announces his presence with speech. "See you've taken up hunting after all. Or was it swimming?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid wears her cloak, thrown back, and has a pack beneath it. Her head lifts at the voice and turns quickly, but her eyes do not rest on him at first. " Only walking," she calls in answer. " It is an old habit of mine. Do you hunt for your supper?" Only after speaking does she see him, and she watches him, stopping between one tree and the next.
Brev steps closer, his gaze flicking up and down as he surveys the woman. He nods meaningfully at the pack, and grins. "Now, you wouldn't be trying to leave without me, would you? Been looking for you." At the query, he shrugs, hefting the spear in his grip. "Thought I'd have one last try for a deer while we're in the wooded lands." His lips twitch as he adds, "If you don't hunt, then why the spear? Sure you know how to use that thing?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
At this, Saraid grows a slow, tilted grin. "Oh I know how to use the spear against people who would attack me. I just haven't tracked anything. I could probably bring down a deer if I knew how to find one." The end of her spear she thumps against a tree-root. "I can certainly make a man think twice about trying to catch me if I don't want catching."
One of Brev's dark brows tilts up at that. "Really?" he enquires drily. "Care to show me? After all, you did promise to teach me a thing or two to remedy my lack of skill." His gaze flicks briefly to the terrain, twisted by knotted tree-roots and peppered with mossy boulders, then back to the woman. Even as he shifts his stance, poised on the balls of his feet as though readying for motion, he speaks again. "And you didn't answer the question. Axe or dagger would make more sense for one who claims no hunting skill, eh?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's head goes down a little as she looks at Brev in a suspicious way. "If we were attacked, I was not the first to go out. The spear does not let me get so close to the man." She pauses a little bit and lowers her brows. She twirls her weapon so that the haft end is out instead of the sharper tip and, after another thoughtful pause, begins to stalk toward Brev.
Brev listens to Saraid's words, the flicker of a grin playing about his mouth. "No? Once an opponent's past your guard, there's precious little you can do to stop them. Why I like daggers, myself." He remains quite still while he's talking, letting Saraid approach only then does he lift his own spear from its resting position, copying the woman and reversing his grip so that the tip is hindmost. He jumps lightly down from the tree-root he had been standing on to firmer ground, a little to one side, and does not wait before swinging the spear-haft round toward Saraid's ankles. A testing move, no more ...
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid hops to the side as his spear-end comes close, and she ducks down, small. "I have other means of sparring with a man besides the weapon when it comes to it." Swift she comes toward him and thrusts the end of her spear hard at his leather-covered ribs.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
"Glad to hear it," Brev comments even as he straightens. Perhaps it is wasting time for speech that slows his motion in any case, the spear-haft makes contact even as he leaps to the side, the leather absorbing much of the blow. He refrains from further speech, though one brow is arched a fraction this time as he takes a passing-step the spear-haft is sent twisting toward the woman's left shoulder. He, at least, is conserving his strength and the blow is a light one.
You blindly attack Saraid with your Spear...
Saraid dodges your attack.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid continues approaching Brev, slipping below his blow and coming up from her crouch right beside him, inches away, close enough that when she releases her breath he may be able to feel it faintly against his throat. Her eyes flick up at his face. She steps away quickly and turns, the whirling end of her spear striking at his stomach in this motion.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she misses!
But Brev does not wait to test the strength of his stomach. Whilst Saraid is still turning from her crouched position he bounds back and to the side, using the cover of a tree-bole. "Should spend less time crouching, slows you down," he tosses at the woman as he emerges again. The spear is held high, as though he would again target her shoulder - but at the last moment it drops, once again targeting the legs, an arcing swing rather than a jab.
You blindly attack Saraid with your Spear...
Your attack against Saraid mildly wounds her!
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid doesn't quite come out of her turn when the spear strikes her ankle with an audible knock. She hops away from him on one foot and turns to face him with a dark look on. "I don't usually come so close on purpose anyway," she says crossly. She pulls her tall spear back, steps forward, and throws it at him.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
Brev has perhaps a split-second's warning as the arm comes back. He ducks, reflexively, and the blow of the spear-haft against his left shoulder is only a glancing one. The force is still enough to be bruising, and for an instant something flashes in his eyes - pain? Surely not.
The spear clatters against the foot of the nearby tree bole, and with a hissing breath he stoops to pick it up. Its point, of course, is now aimed toward Saraid, though he is holding it in his left hand. "Shall I throw it back?" he enquires politely, a little of the former smirk returning. "Or should we call it quits."
[Saraid(#16811)]
"Good enough for me," Saraid says, her own smirk slightly larger. "Did you learn anything?" She saunters toward him, reaching for the spear.
Brev maintains his grip on the weapon, his mouth twitching. "Oh yes. I learned that you're used to a larger opponent. You don't fight goblins." He eyes the woman coolly. "Did you learn that you never let go a weapon? If the thing you're fighting has a brain any larger than a deer, it's not worth it."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid tries to tug once at the spear, looking up at his face. "I let it go because I trusted you," she answers as if frustrated. "And I've told you from the start that I have fought against men."
Brev grunts at the motion, which must surely pain the bruised shoulder, but does not let go immediately. "Trust," he answers tersely, "can be fatal. Like if I was to push, now ..." He does not push merely relinquishes the weapon and steps back, his own spear held crosswise in his right hand as though to ward. "You're good," he concedes. Or I'm out of practice. Maybe I should stick to daggers in the dark." His lips twist, and if Saraid does not resume the combat he will move away, leaving both she and he to reflect on their lessons.
A path runs along the southern side of Combe Stream as it travels down from Bree-hill. The hill is clearly visible to the west, rising up and above the landscape. Eastward, the land tumbles down along with the stream, toward the village of Combe. Trees run back from the stream, with some teetering on its banks, their long roots disappearing into the water.
Obvious exits:
East leads to Combe.
West leads to Bree-hill: Near Staddle.
===============================================================================
Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
===============================================================================
Real Time is: Thu Dec 03 14:23:36 2009
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: First quarter
IC time is: Nighttime
IC date is: Highday, Day 4 of August in the year 3048.
===============================================================================
[Saraid(#16811)]
Daylight turns grey and shadows deepen toward evening, but it's still so hot in the Breelands. Just here, however, things seem a bit cooler around the stream.
Maybe this is why Saraid is here. She has her spear in hand as she teeters along the bank, stepping gingerly over roots. She now has her hand in a tree as she edges around it. Three curls are stuck to her neck with sweat.
Brev likely has reasons of his own for being in this place he is following the line of the trees upstream, slipping quietly from one to the next, his hunting spear in his hand. Heat or no heat, he is once again garbed in leather, and his dark hair is lank with sweat.
At the sight of movement he freezes to watch, no more than a lumpen outline against the greyness - but then the figure is identified and he announces his presence with speech. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid wears her cloak, thrown back, and has a pack beneath it. Her head lifts at the voice and turns quickly, but her eyes do not rest on him at first. "
Brev steps closer, his gaze flicking up and down as he surveys the woman. He nods meaningfully at the pack, and grins. "
[Saraid(#16811)]
At this, Saraid grows a slow, tilted grin. "Oh I know how to use the spear against people who would attack me. I just haven't tracked anything. I could probably bring down a deer if I knew how to find one." The end of her spear she thumps against a tree-root. "I can certainly make a man think twice about trying to catch me if I don't want catching."
One of Brev's dark brows tilts up at that. "Really?" he enquires drily. "Care to show me? After all, you did promise to teach me a thing or two to remedy my lack of skill." His gaze flicks briefly to the terrain, twisted by knotted tree-roots and peppered with mossy boulders, then back to the woman. Even as he shifts his stance, poised on the balls of his feet as though readying for motion, he speaks again. "And you didn't answer the question. Axe or dagger would make more sense for one who claims no hunting skill, eh?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's head goes down a little as she looks at Brev in a suspicious way. "If we were attacked, I was not the first to go out. The spear does not let me get so close to the man." She pauses a little bit and lowers her brows. She twirls her weapon so that the haft end is out instead of the sharper tip and, after another thoughtful pause, begins to stalk toward Brev.
Brev listens to Saraid's words, the flicker of a grin playing about his mouth. "No? Once an opponent's past your guard, there's precious little you can do to stop them. Why I like daggers, myself." He remains quite still while he's talking, letting Saraid approach only then does he lift his own spear from its resting position, copying the woman and reversing his grip so that the tip is hindmost. He jumps lightly down from the tree-root he had been standing on to firmer ground, a little to one side, and does not wait before swinging the spear-haft round toward Saraid's ankles. A testing move, no more ...
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid hops to the side as his spear-end comes close, and she ducks down, small. "I have other means of sparring with a man besides the weapon when it comes to it." Swift she comes toward him and thrusts the end of her spear hard at his leather-covered ribs.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
"Glad to hear it," Brev comments even as he straightens. Perhaps it is wasting time for speech that slows his motion in any case, the spear-haft makes contact even as he leaps to the side, the leather absorbing much of the blow. He refrains from further speech, though one brow is arched a fraction this time as he takes a passing-step the spear-haft is sent twisting toward the woman's left shoulder. He, at least, is conserving his strength and the blow is a light one.
You blindly attack Saraid with your Spear...
Saraid dodges your attack.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid continues approaching Brev, slipping below his blow and coming up from her crouch right beside him, inches away, close enough that when she releases her breath he may be able to feel it faintly against his throat. Her eyes flick up at his face. She steps away quickly and turns, the whirling end of her spear striking at his stomach in this motion.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she misses!
But Brev does not wait to test the strength of his stomach. Whilst Saraid is still turning from her crouched position he bounds back and to the side, using the cover of a tree-bole. "Should spend less time crouching, slows you down," he tosses at the woman as he emerges again. The spear is held high, as though he would again target her shoulder - but at the last moment it drops, once again targeting the legs, an arcing swing rather than a jab.
You blindly attack Saraid with your Spear...
Your attack against Saraid mildly wounds her!
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid doesn't quite come out of her turn when the spear strikes her ankle with an audible knock. She hops away from him on one foot and turns to face him with a dark look on. "I don't usually come so close on purpose anyway," she says crossly. She pulls her tall spear back, steps forward, and throws it at him.
Saraid attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
Brev has perhaps a split-second's warning as the arm comes back. He ducks, reflexively, and the blow of the spear-haft against his left shoulder is only a glancing one. The force is still enough to be bruising, and for an instant something flashes in his eyes - pain? Surely not.
The spear clatters against the foot of the nearby tree bole, and with a hissing breath he stoops to pick it up. Its point, of course, is now aimed toward Saraid, though he is holding it in his left hand. "Shall I throw it back?" he enquires politely, a little of the former smirk returning. "Or should we call it quits."
[Saraid(#16811)]
"Good enough for me," Saraid says, her own smirk slightly larger. "Did you learn anything?" She saunters toward him, reaching for the spear.
Brev maintains his grip on the weapon, his mouth twitching. "Oh yes. I learned that you're used to a larger opponent. You don't fight goblins." He eyes the woman coolly. "Did you learn that you never let go a weapon? If the thing you're fighting has a brain any larger than a deer, it's not worth it."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid tries to tug once at the spear, looking up at his face. "I let it go because I trusted you," she answers as if frustrated. "And I've told you from the start that I have fought against men."
Brev grunts at the motion, which must surely pain the bruised shoulder, but does not let go immediately. "Trust," he answers tersely, "can be fatal. Like if I was to push, now ..." He does not push merely relinquishes the weapon and steps back, his own spear held crosswise in his right hand as though to ward. "You're good," he concedes. Or I'm out of practice. Maybe I should stick to daggers in the dark." His lips twist, and if Saraid does not resume the combat he will move away, leaving both she and he to reflect on their lessons.
Players: Saraid, Brev
Located in: Dunlending
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