Quinten Log 22 - 14 12 2005

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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With:

[DYN] Back from Redwall, it's (Rothal)!

[DYN] growing headfur, it's Sorrel!

Quinten is stoood in the centre of a mat, eyes closed and a javelin in his paws, it is moving in circles around his body, falteringly at first but soon pickin gup speed and smoothness of motion as he pracitces

Rothal is continuing his sit-ups in the corner, assistant hare still droning on, counting the number of sit-ups Rothal performs. Enthralling.

Quinten jumps from paw to paw as he moves javeling moving, all seems to be going well until he tangles it in his legs and trips, with a loud yell he crashes to the floor nad rolls across the room to fetch up, upside down against a wall.

Rothal doesn't even give Quinten a glance, although the hare lands several feet from him. Such sounds are somewhat common in the training room. Still, the hare standing on Rothal's footpaws falters in his counting, and both look in the direction of the disturbance, though Rothal continues his sit-ups while looking.

Quinten manages to right himself with an oof and sits up looking around and sighing "Ok i can't do that yet...to small" he murmurs

Rothal finally stops, after having done sit-ups for goodness knows how long. "Alright, mate? Took a bit of a fall, h'ispecially for a young fella like yah."

Quinten groans and limps over to a bench and sits down, amssaging his foor paw "I'll be ok sir..."

Rothal sits down beside the younger hare, nodding. "No doubt. Everythin' heals over time."

Quinten smiles and nods "Yes Sir, and i've been getting better at tings"

Rothal chuckles softly. "h'I've seen yah around, haven't h'I?"

Quinten nods "I'm Quinten sir, new fightah recruit, even if my time keeping is awful"

Rothal nods, watching the different beasts training nearby. "A fightah, wot? h'I'm a runnah, myself." The hare runs a paw along the ear that's missing a piece, feeling the scar at the end idly. "h'I've done mah share of fightin' though."

Quinten smiles and nods "I'm not even allowed out of the mountain, i'm too small"

Rothal smiles gently, for the second time in a few minutes, which is far more often than he usually does. "Yah'll be big enough before yah know h'it. Probably wish yah were small again, about the time that happens."

Quinten chuckles "Not really...i get shouted at more then any of the other recruits, do triple sentry shifts for being late all the time and useless

Rothal nods, crossing his arms and resting his back against the wall. "h'If that's all yah ever have to do, be thankful."

Quinten chuckles "I guess....you look like you've done so much"

Rothal shrugs, his expression dropping back into moodiness. "h'I've had more than mah share. What we do must be done, though."

Quinten nods "Yes...we are the Long Patrol after all sir"

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