Quinten Log 25 - 03 01 2006

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Salamandastron: Crafts Room

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The room which lies before you is perhaps at first frightening in its chaotic appearance. It seems that every manner of thing that could possibly aid in the creation of anything is placed in this room. Obviously, it is mainly a room for the making of clothing, what with the vast amount of materials lying about, as well as the tools needed for the shaping and joining of the materials, but the room is also utilized for other things, though these other areas are separated from the rest. It is a fairly vast room, after all. These areas include a wood-working section as well as a much-used section quartered off for the creation of parchment paper. Also, there is a section devoted to the creation of dyes, as well as inking materials, for writing with.

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Quinten is sat on a stool dressed in a plain white smock an an apron and working on something a small lump of wood it seems

Sorrel enters, closing the door, looking exhaustion. In truth she's been walking the whole mountain, looking for someone she knows. She never thaught she'd be found here though...

Quinten looks up as he hears the door opens and squeeks in surprise stuffing the wooden object into his apron "Sorrel....uhm hi"

Sorrel turns, smiling as she goes over to quinten. "Ey, Quint." She says, sidling into the chair next to him. "Didn't ever figger you'd be here."

Quinten smiles up at her from his stool "Not really my thing...but i'm trying to make something"

Tam has arrived.

Sorrel raises a brow. "Oh really?" Like what? I don't see anything infront of you."

Quinten sighs and slips it out of his apron and holds it up, it is a lump of wood starting to look like two hares standing next to each other

Sorrel blinks, leaning in to look at it. "Tha's reall good, quint" She says, an impressed sound to her voice

Quinten sighs and looks at it "Not really it isn't....it is rather crude"

Tam slips quietly into the crafts room, not entirely sure whether he wants to be seen yet, so he stays in the shadows

Sorrel looks at it closer. "Well, it'll get more detailed...an' it's anythin' better than I could do.

Quinten nods and looks at it again "Wlel it is my brother and sister..."

Sorrel nods, a paw on quinten's shoulder. "It'll come out great..."

Quinten nods and puts it away ahain "I hope so Sorrel i really do" he stands ip off his stool and pull soff his apron "I should get back into Uniform"

Sorrel blinks. "You're going? I jus' found you!"

Quinten smiles and hangs the apron up "Well i guess i can hang around for a bit i got no lessons"

Sorrel nods, patting him on the back. "Aye, that's cuz et's dinnah time."

Quinten laughs and nods "aye that is true but i ate all i could earlier"

Tam drops his jaw when he sees this carving, and coming in from the back, he says "THat's great Quinten, and aye it is Sorrel" he smiles as he comes into view

Sorrel jumps and whirls around, headfur getting all in her face. "Oh! It's ye, Tam.. sorry, boxer's reflex."

Tam nods "Sorry" he says to sorrel

Quinten screams and drops the carving as Tam steps forwards, not having seen the other buck he falls backwards of fhis stool

Tam reaches down and catches the carving in one paw, breaking Quinten's fall with his other "I'm really sorry"

Sorrel laughs at the two. "Both o' ye are quite th' comic pair."

Quinten smiles at Tam and scrambles back to his feet "It is ok.." he looks at the lump of wood and sighs again "It is not very good...i found some old books in the libray by Lord Urthwhyte and have been practicing"

Tam nods "It looks good to me" turning to Sorrel "Wouldn't you say?"

Sorrel nods, looking at it again. "Aye. As I said before, I couldn't do that."

Quinten looks at it nad sighs "you think so? its not much to give their memory"

Sorrel crouches down to his level, grasping him on the shoulders. "Well, if in the end, ye don't like it, ye can always make more."

Quinten nods "I guess i can...but well don't tell any one will you..iu don't want to be laughed at"

Tam has left.

Sorrel smiles, shuckling a bit. "Why would anyone laugh at you for that?"

You say, "Well the other recruits...called me soppy for crying over missing them""

Sorrel frowns a bit, buffing him slightly on the shoulder. "Well, you ignore them, ye hear me, Quint?"

Quinten nods and stands up again "Ok i will try"

Sorrel hugs him, patting him on the back. "And if they give you trouble, ye always got me, and Tam, and Brik."

Quinten nods "I know i do, and the officers too...if they are about"

Sorrel nods. "Aye, there ye go, cheer up, eh?"

Quinten nods and hugs you "Thanks and did you ever read any of the books my lord Urthwhyte? he was amazing"

Sorrel shakes her head. "No, an' if I had, I don't remember..."

Quinten smiles "He was an amazing craftsbeast really made some marvelous things"

Sorrel nods. "Probly Why I hadn't heard o' 'im....can' make art fer squat."

Quinten nods "Well i can't really i'm no badger lord just a runt of a recruit"

Sorrel tilts her head a bit, temporarily removing her arm from his shoulder to brush some headfur from her eyes. "Hare...badger, et doesn't matter it's just practise

Quinten nods "aye i guess but anyway not too important i want to be a fighter a boxer and a javeliner"

Sorrel laughs. "Well whaddya say to yerfirst boxin' lesson now, eh?"

Quinten perks up "Great idea"

Sorrel stand up straight, shedding her green tunic, hanging it over her arm. "Come on then..."

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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[DYN] sorrel is taken

Sorrel arrives with: Quinten

Sorrel leads quinten to the boxing chambers, sitting down on the bench and beginning to take off her pants.

Quinten blinks and turns around blushing "Sorrel wot ye doing matey.." he asks ears standing on end

Sorrel looks, up, blinking then going cross. "Oh come on! Everyone knows I wear boxin' britches under these!"

Quinten looks back around and nods "Oh right...sorry Sorrel it slipped me mind"

Sorrel sighed, herself turning a bit pink. "Alrigh'..." She says, "up an' attem..."

Quinten hops up into the ring and holds his paws up "Ok Sorrel am a waiting fer ye"

Sorrel sighs, taking her time walking up to the ring.

Quinten looks over at you "You ok Sorrel? did i do something wrong?"

Sorrel shakes her head, a grin on her face. "Naw, not at all," She says, climbing through the ropes slowly.

Quinten smiles and is bobbing from paw to paw ready to move

Sorrel stands there, bringing her paws up loosely, little do most hares notice, shes at her deadliest and swiftest when she's like this.

Quinten tilts his head to one side watching you "so...what do i do now.."

Sorrel shrugs. "Try a jab, quint"

Quinten swings his left paw up aiming to jab at you with it

Sorrel side steps. "Swifter, harder, Quint. Again, I won't e easy on ye cuz yehr my friend."

Quinten nods and moves in throwing his weight behind the left jab whilst cutting in with a right as well

Sorrel blocks both with open palms, laughing outloud. "Good! Very good! now...1...2...3...Block!" She says, swing out with a right hook"

Quinten ducks and weaves paws and arms moving to block you

Sorrel pauses shuffling back a bit. "Good Quint, I don' know why ye need boxing instructions, lad."

Quinten smiles at you "I may be able to box but i'm not as good as you"

Sorrel laughs "ok then ready block 2, 7!" She says in one breath, giving a left jab and a right punch to the stomach.

Quinten ooofs and coubles over as your paw gets him right in the stomach winding him

Sorrel chuckles, grabbing him by the shoulders as she slows down. "Ye got ta be ready in a flash, before th words are out of me mouth."

Quinten nods and pants getting his breath back "Ok....am trying,..."

Sorrel nods. "Aye, ye'll get it soon enough. The one thing about boxin' that sets it apart from real life is that anger's a useful tool.

Quinten frowns "Anger....i'll remembeer that Sorrel" he swings up at you trying to jab but he knows he's too clumsy to get you

Sorrel skips back quickly. "But ye gotta learn ta control et, else ye'd be sloppy."

Quinten nods and looks up at you, ears flopping "Like this"

Sorrel laughs. "Well, there's a difference between blind rage and lack of proper instruction."

Quinten nods again and sets himself "Well i want to learn maa"

Sorrel nods. First thing's first...Left jab!" She says holding out a paw as a gauge."

Quinten jabs at you with his left"

Sorrel nods. "Ok good, a little funky with yehr elbow, but nuthin' that's a pronlem."

Quinten nods and jabs again frowning at his elbow "funky elbow?"

Sorrel don' lock it straight like yehr doing. Ye could jam it that way..."

Quinten hmms and frowns "How...do i not lock it"

Sorrel holds his paw. "Her do it again slow."

Quinten jabs or tries to

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