Do not EVER put Kate on Dibbun duty, for the love.....same with Feanor, although Terrence did pretty well... (A Long Patrol and DAB log)
Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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Visible Exits:
[Arm]ory [Out]
Hares: Kate (nicknamed Kat), female. Felicity (nicknamed Lissie) and Julia (nicknamed 'Jules' and 'Julie'), females. Feanor, male. Flint, male. Terrence, male.
The training room is nice and quiet and empty, for a change. The door opens slowly, and a tiny female leveret peeks in. Her eyes are green, and her fur is auburn with more brownish points on her paws, ears, and muzzle. She is wearing a pretty blue dress and is carrying a bunny doll, wearing a matching dress. Giggling, the Dibbun darts across the room and hides behind the arrow target. The door opens and admits Felicity, who looks around with a very stressed look on her face. "Julia?! Where /are/ you??"
The only hare here is Kate, and she looks miserable. She just had her winter fur trimmed short and is rather dismayed at the fact that she is still well rounded. She is dressed in a tight fitting tunic, staring down at her generous gut that blocks out view of her feet.
The hare takes a deep breath. "Ok...you can do this Kate. It's not too hard to get back into the swing of things..."
Giggles can be heard from behind the target, and Lissie homes in on it. Stalking her way over there, she goes to grab the Dibbun, who just darts away. Looks like Julia has inherited the Runner's ability for speed. As the older hare stumbles and tries to catch her, Julia dashes over to the chubby hare andgoes to hug her as high up as she can (Kate's knee). "Hi. Who're yooooouuuuu??? I /Julia/. How you get round??" "Julia! That is so rude--GET BACK 'ERE!!" Felicity hollers as her baby sister darts around the chubby hare, evading the Private's grasp once again.
Brought out of her moody...mood, the obese hare steps backward, trying to wave her leg in the air in an effort to shake off the dibbun and raise her arms high as the little parasite moves around her. "Oh! It's no trouble. Little dibbuns should know early on how these things happen." Kate says to Fel then to the dibbun, "You see, I got big and fat from a poor diet. Turns out roasted leverets are bad for your health. But the more you know, right?"
Julia looks sufficiently horrified, and that gives Felicity enough time to catch her! The leveret starts wailing about 'canimbals' and the Private glares at her friend. "I don't know whether to thank ya for 'elpin' me catch 'er or kick ya for scarin' 'er like that. It's okay, Jules, Miss Kate doesn't actually eat leverets, she was just bein' silly, wot!" Julie stares at the portly haremaid with wide, tearstained eyes and hugs her dolly close.
"'Tis no problem. Like I said, it's good they know these things. But don't you worry your pretty little head darling, there ain't no cannibals here." Kat bellows out a laugh, then leans in with a wicked smile and wide eyes, "No, they are just fattening me up to sacrifice to the volcano! Don't cha know that's where they send all the little leverets who don't behave or finish their homework! There they are eaten by the great fire fox of the volcano! NOM NOM NOM NOM!"
Julia screams and goes to claw Kate's face!! She then hides her face in her sister's shoulder and cries as Felicity glares even harder at her friend. "What on /Earth/ is wrong with you??! Why are you scarin' 'er like that, for pity's sake!! I refuse to punish 'er for scratching you like that, wot wot!!" She is horrified and angry. How could someone possibly be THAT bad with Dibbuns??
The big boned hare rubs at her snout, she checks her paw to make sure she isn't bleeding, "I'm sorry...you're right. That wasn't very funny." Kate turns for one of the racks of training blades, "Although it was slightly hilarious." Instead of picking up one of the training blades, Kate uses the rack to lean against. "She'll live. What brings you here though?"
Felicity winces as Julia yells right by her ear, "YOU A MEANIE FACE!!!" "Please stop yellin', Jules..." The little leveret grumbles and continues to quietly chunner after her sister sighs. "I was chasin' 'er, tryin' to catch 'er. How on Earth can ya be so bad with Dibbuns? And /why/ are ya tryin' to make my life more difficult???" She suddenly looks around the room, as if just now realizing where they are. "The better question is, what are YOU doin' in 'ere??? I thought ye never left the library except to eat and sleep!" Offense is obviously not meant.
"And yet I'm the one who caught her in ten seconds flat." The hare nods her head, "Think about that before you accuse someone of being bad with leverets." Kate then clutches her stomach in one paw and sighs, "That's...kind of the problem too. I'm swelling up like a melon. At this rate they are gonna probably kick me out cause the ladders can't support my weight! Assuming I still fit through the corridors." Kate says off handedly, "I figure I might as well try to work off some of that winter fluff...somehow."
Felicity gets an almost wicked grin and sets the still chunnering Julia on a seat. After whispering something to the leveret and getting a nod in response, the Private smiles and gets a wooden shortsword. "Oh, I can 'elp ye with that, love! Pick a wood weapon." Jousting!! It's da bestest ever.
Feanor walks into the room, sees Felicity, and nearly walks out, but instead decides not to run from his problems. He sits down over at the corner of a spare mat at the east wall and watches the proceedings.
The obese hare gulps, "Sw-sword play? Oh no, no no no no. Ye don't want to sword fight with me, that's ok mate." She laughs nervously, seemingly pushing farther into the rack behind her, "Last beast I sparred with got knocked out he did..."
"I'm tryin' to /'elp/ ya!! If ye won't spar, then you can practice retreatin'! On guard!!" Lissie charges her friend. Is this her getting back at the obese haremaid for scaring her baby sister, thinly disguised as an attempt to help Kate lose weight? Yes, it is. Julia sniffs and stops chunnering, eyes wide as she watches. Movement catches her attention, and she turns and waves at the male hare that just walked in. She is obviously Felicity's baby sister.
"What'd you do, sit on his head? You clearly haven't seen a good fight in at least months," Feanor ripostes, watching with approval as Lissie pursues the less than fit haremaid. He nods coolly to Julia, not sure of what to say.
Less than fit is a generous term. As is months. She grabs a training blade and defends herself, moving with some training, but with out experience as she deflects /most/ blows. "Months? HA! I haven't had a good fight in YEARS!" The hare lashes back at Fel with her blade single pawed.
Felicity ducks the blade with all the experience and training of an active-duty Patroller. "Well, then, 'tis time ye got back into practice, wot!" She darts around the overweight hare and goes to slap her on the rump with the flat of the fake sword. She then attacks in a flurry of blows. "Up! Keep yer guard up, love!" "Goon, Lissie, ya can doo it, wot wot!!!" Cheers the tiny Julia as she hugs her dolly. "Chop offa 'er tail an' roast 'er in boiled baffwatah!! ......but not my baffwatah!!" This is the ringleader of the Salamandastron branch of Dibbuns Against Bedtime, after all. Baths are things to avoid at all costs. Also, note the violence in this little leveret. Hopefully it'll simmer down as she grows older.....
Feanor snorts at the Dibbun's proclamation. "Feed 'er to the seagulls!" he inputs helpfully, watching, quite entertained overall.
"Such support I get here." The hare struggles to talk and fight at the same time. Fed to seagulls indeed. It's about the only way she is losing all this weight. "Oi! Watch the head! You know better than to try and hit me thar." She yelps as her flank is slapped by the blade, "Or thar!" The hare slashes with the blade then stabs at offending hare.
Flint steps into the training room to do some exercise, he looks over at the others and then just walks over to do some push ups.
"Oh, pish posh, I'm nowhere near your 'ead--OOF!" Lissie doubles over as she gets 'stabbed' in the gut. "Good shot, love! Look out!!" She goes to slap at Kate's shins with the flat of her wooden sword. Julia spots her uncle and gives a happy cry, waving at him from her seat and hugging her doll. "Nuncle Flinty!! Hihihi!!! Lissie'sa fightin'!!!" She doesn't quite understand that this is just a pretend fight, not a real battle.
"Don't judge my sword skill on my diet deary! I was training to be a skirmisher back when-" The hare takes the blow to the shin. She leaps up on one paw before falling backwards into the rack, sending it over with a loud clatter. "S-strike that..." She says, struggling to get back up.
Flint waves after he finishes push ups and does some sits ups next. "Hallo"
Terrence pokes his head in the room, having heard the racket. "Well," the hare steps fully into the room, "I suppose today is a good a day as any for making a mess via sparring, eh?" he says, dryly.
Realizing that she doesn't know the 2 newest male hares, Julia turns to the closest one (Feanor) and looks at him. She then hops down and, clutching her dolly tightly and lovingly, toddles over to him. "Hi!! My name /Julia/. What YOU name????" The tiny leveret smiles in the most adorable fashion she can. "Dat my Nuncle Flinty," she adds, pointing to the exercising hare. Felicity offers a paw to her friend to help her stand up as she smiles at the newest arrival. "'Ello! Come join us; it's been /ages/ since I was in a 3-way joust, and I'm a bit rusty with it, wot! Need to keep in practice for actual combat, don'tcha know." She has a wooden shortsword. FEAR HER. /Fear her greatly...../
"Er, hi," Feanor says, somewhat awkwardly considering his past interactions with Felicity. Okay, so maybe his stone face is melting a little..."Feanor C. Finaerel at y'service, lass."
Taking the offered paw Kat stands up, "Still a two way joust lass. I think that was enough exercise fer one day." She holds up a paw to indicate that she is having trouble catching her breath. "Just need to put some water in me. One sec..."
Making his way over to the others, Terrence nods to them. "Well, I suppose cleaning up the room will be the next thing then..." the buck looks between those gathered. "Erm...I'm Terrence, by the way."
The auburn furred doe shakes her head. "No, first I need ta ask ya: 'ow are yer fightin' skills, Terrence? I need ta train, and jousting and weapon's teachin' are the best ways for me. Oh, my name is Felicity, by the way." She extends a paw to him. Glancing at her chubby friend, she adds, "You can get a drink and then I insist that it becomes a 3-way joust. What would ya do if the Mountain was overrun by searats? Ye'd be 'ard pressed to not die, love!!" Julia makes her way over to them and tugs on her sister's tunic. "Is it aaaaaaaallllllllll done?????"
"Oh that's simple Fel, I would stand behind you and say, 'Save me! Save me from Sea rats!'" The hare laughs. "I'm going to step out for...well...reasons." The fat bellied hare shoots Fel a glance as if to say, 'you know the reasons', before stepping out to the hallway, clutching her head.
"Right then - I'm rather decent with a saber one-on-one," Terrence answers, going over to one of the racks and picking up the blade, "If I do say so myself." He steps onto the mats for wrestling, turning to face Felicity.
"I used a saber too," Feanor comments helpfully while keeping a cautious eye on the dibbun, Julia. He doesn't want to be on the receiving end of any antics, which, though he's loathe to admit it, he caused plenty of as a leveret.
Felicity hefts the short sword and watches her friend leave, worried. She just has to hope that Kate will be okay. She absently ruffle's her sister's ears. "Well, sort of, love. Miss Kate needs to get a drink of watah, an' now Mistah Terrence and I are gonna joust. Please go sit back down and watch, okay??" Julia nods and obediently does as she is told, which gets a suspicious look from the Private. "Come join us, then!" she says not unkindly to Feanor as she gets ready to joust the other male hare. Julia, meanwhile, giggles and eyes the room with a naughty look on her face. She must be getting bored....
Terrence swings his blade in a circle to get a feel for it. Satisfied, he lowers the point to face ground. "So, shall we begin soon?" He asks, after a moment. His stance is the standard one for fencing, with his right footpaw out and pointed the same direction as his sword, while his left is slightly behind him, turned at an angle; /en garde/.
Feanor stands up slowly. "I'll fetch my blade," he says, heading off to his room and returning quickly with it in his belt. A fine saber, it's narrow-bladed, with a basket hilt. It's nothing special, but it's clear that the weapon has been maintained dutifully and loyally. He draws it slowly from his belt with a ringing sound. He does a similar movement with it to Terrence, checking the heft of it and getting it comfortable in his grip.
Oooooooh-kay. So we are now jousting with live steel and not wooden swords anymore. Um...... "I'll be back in a tick...I need to get a live steel blade, too, looks like...." Lissie says, darting from the room as fast as her Runner's legs can carry her, leaving the 2 boys in the capable paws of her baby sister. Oh, yeah, and Julia has disappeared. This does not bode well.....especially when a naughty giggle echoes out from behind a box....
Terrence blinks. "Um. This is blunted, y'know..." he calls after her. He turns to look at Feanor. "And yours?" he asks, starting to regret walking in the room.
"Oh, was it supposed to be?" Feanor facepalms with his free paw. "Whoops. Guess we'll have to wait then..."
"You norra hafta wait!" Julia appears! Her dolly tucked into her blue belt, the little leveret has grabbed a live steel dagger from somewhere (probably the armoury), and is struggling to keep a helmet from covering her eyes. "Lookie outs!! Ewlalioooo!!" she calls, swinging almost blindly at the male hares. Felicity has yet to return to save them.....
Dropping his sword to the side, Terrence reaches out, trying to calm her - and disarm, as well. "Er, I wouldn't be swinging that around if I were you..." He quickly snatches his paw out of the way when one blow comes a little to close for comfort. "Really, you're going to poke someone's eye out like that!"
"Ohhhhh no," Feanor groans. "Put it down, now," he demands, sidestepping the dagger swing and hoping not to get hurt by it. "Oy!" he yelps, nearly poked in the footpaw. "Watch where you swing that thing, missie!"
"No, I a Wawwiow, like Lissie!!!" Of course Julia's biggest hero would be her big sister. Who still has yet to return. "I a fightchoo!!" She stumbles a little as the helmet falls over her face again. Still swinging the dagger, she shoves the helmet back up and charges, losing her helmet in the process. "Dibbunf Againft Beeeeeddtiiiiiiiiiiiimmmme!!!!!!! Baff nevah, pway fowevah!! RAHR!!"
Terrence backs away from the young doe, sighing, and looks around the room until he catches sight of what he's looking for: gauntlets. He rushes over, putting them on - they're a bit small, but he can still wear them. He runs back to Julia, paws out stretched and tries to catch the blade. "Righto, that's enough o' that."
Feanor dodges the blow quickly. "Oooh no," he mutters again, doing to the left of the dagger and letting Terrence handle this.
"No no NOOOOOOOOOO!" Julia shouts as the bespectacled male hare succeeds in his endeavor of disarming her. "Gimme back my swordie!!!" "JULIA RACHELLE ROSINBLOOM!!!!" Felicity returned with her (live steel) shortsword just in time to see the removal of it (the dagger) from the Dibbun's grasp. "Whatevah were ya doin', for the love--GET BACK 'ERE!!!" Julie is off like a shot, headed for the armoury. "I'msorryI'llseeyalatahJULIA, GET BACK HERE!!" Lissie says in a rush as she is on the chase after her sister once again.
Terrence blinks, now holding the dagger in his paw. He turns to Feanor. "So much for a joust, then." he says, simply, hearing the racket of the two sisters racing out of the room.
Feanor facepalms yet again--he's doing that a lot today. He sheaths his sabre and sits down on a crate, waiting for this to play out. He may be there a while..."Aye."
Thanks for reading! Here are the descs of our friends:
Kate:
This brown and russet colored hare has one ear that seems to perpetually bend forward. She is a little taller than average but not by much and appears to be caught between the ages of 14 and 15 seasons. Even though in the prime of her youth the fighting trim figure of this Long Patrol Hare has gradually softened over the years. Obesity has however not been overly unkind to Kate and the weight is spread evenly across her neck, rump and waist, giving her a pleasently pear shaped look. The complexion of her fur leans to a lighter hue, as she has been sheltered away from sun light too often.
She is clothed in a loose fitting Long Patrol uniform, usually seen with a long brown wool coat over her shoulders to protect her from the chill of the inner mountain.
Felicity (me):
You see before you a female hare. Her fur is auburn, with her ears, paws, tail, and muzzle a slightly more brown shade. Her eyes are blue. Her ears are slightly shorter than those of an average hare, and her limbs are longer than average. She appears quite muscular, despite her gender.
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She is wearing a necklace made out of seaweed cord with a marine rock snail shell of about an inch (2.5 centimeters) in length hanging from it. She is also wearing a sand tan tunic; a single patch pocket on the right side of the chest sports the Long Patrol insignia, stitched in yellow thread. In the center of the neckline, extending down about 5 inches (12.5 centimeters), is a reinforced slit closeable via 3 wooden buttons, each intricately carved with the Long Patrol insignia.
On a pair of black flexible fabric epaulets is a grey square, which denotes the job of Runner. On both arms, just underneath the epaulets, are single chevrons, embroidered with grey thread, denoting the rank of Private. Around her waist is a black belt. Its buckle is silver, with Celtic knotwork engraved upon it. The pants are a darker shade of tan than her shirt, almost a light brown. Her clothes seem to be different shades of sand colours, which indicates that this hare is stationed somewhere very near the ocean. She would be quite well camouflaged on the beach.
When allowed, she has her brown stone pouch hanging from her belt, along with the scabbard containing her short sword hanging at her left hip. She also has her sling wrapped around her waist as a second belt.
Feanor:
A hare in the uniform of a Long Patrol fighter, with a nasty scar on the back of his head. White fur, black eartips. Tall, lanky.
Flint:
This hare is an adult male and slightly taller than most hares. His ear tips are black, but his left ear is slightly smaller than his right. Most of his fur is anywhere from a light brown to a darker shade of brown, but around his pink nose is some greyish black fur. His eyes are a light green in color. A leafy green tunic and dark, earthy brown pants. A black belt wraps around the tunic at the waist. There are four pockets on the front of the tunic, and one on each trouser leg. The arms and shoulders of the tunic bump slightly, possibly for some sort of light protection. This uniform carries a small Long Patrol insignia sown into the front pocket. The collar of the tunic folds down. He is a fighter so a pair of black shoulder boards that complete the tunic is a silver bar. Some fur is missing around his wrists and neck, as well as some scars on his shoulders, chin and arms. Unseen scars are on his back and chest.
Terrence:
At first glance Terrence 'Terry' Winthrop Hector Cadwallader, Jr., is like all other hares; and upon a closer look, this generally seems to be the case. His fur is a sandy-gray color, and his ears are just as long as any other hare. However, he is tall for a hare, but not graceful about it; he is long and lanky. (He does have rather broad shoulders, but they don't really seem to fit him.) He is average in looks ( though personally he likes to think he cuts a rather dashing figure (and knows this is some-what untrue)). He is decently fit. Really, the only thing that truly sets him apart from other hares is the pair of small spectacles perched on his snout; he is far sighted, not near. His clothing is made of simple fabric. Despite all of this, he often times smiles, and there is a twinkle in his brown eyes.
Julia (me again):
Um, I'm working on it :P
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