Quinten Log 60 - 26 02 2006

Salamandastron: Recreation Room

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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to

relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or

a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a

lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with

some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the

worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be

easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of

reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths

on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the

bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the

middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with

8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is

littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small

table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room

and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.

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Quinten is sat at the bar chattering to Neville the barhare, a mug of pear cordial before him.

Bandem walks in and sits at the bar laying down a copper and ordering elderberry cordial.

Quinten looks over at the young hare and smiling "Hello there mate, not seen you around before"

Bandem gives a slight smile in return. "Jolly well new at the mountain, wot."

Quinten chuckles "Oh aye well welcome matey, ye joining us in th epatrol?"

Bandem nods. "Hopefully soon, too. My joining has yet to be finalized."

Quinten nods "Oh as a recruit?"

Bandem says, "No, h'actually, h'as a fighter."

Quinten nods "Oh lucky you skipping the training ye must be pretty good already to pass right through, but then your older then me old chap"

Bandem nods. "H'I suppose so. H'I see you use a saber."

Quinten grins and places his practice sabre on the bar "Yup that an boxin are me specialities i can out box any beast except Lt. Zeraph and Sorrel me trainers"

Bandem places his next to it. "Do ye have any skill with that blade, young hare?

Quinten flicks his ears "Some i'm getting better with it, i still prefer to box but the major is right in that i need to get better with a meelee weapon so i made this sabre to practice with, is balanced for my weight"

Bandem nods, ears flopping slightly with the gesture. "He's right. Vermin don't usually let you get close enough to punch them."

Quinten grins "Yes thats true but i'm getting alot better and being able to box well helps alot with co-ordination"

Bandem smiles. "H'I could see where it would, wot!"

Quinten grins and slips from his stool "Have you seen the training room yet mister?" he flicks his ears back "Oh and i'm Quinten or just Quin"

Bandem stands from his stool. "No, H'I haven't."

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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Quinten grins and leans against a punching bag "I think ye'll fit in right easily like Bandem"

Bandem flexes the sword slightly. "Ye want to go a round?"

Quinten smiles and pulls his own sword out of his belt "Sure thing Bandem, ye can drub me around the room i am sure"

Bandem stands in the middle of the room, standing with his sword raised, aimed at Quinten's eyes.

Quinten smiles and salutes with his sword before beginning to move forwards, aiming to swing the wooden sabre at the other hare

Bandem deftly ducks the blow, and moves away, still with his sword raised.

Quinten darts left flicking out with his sabre tip

Bandem bats the sabre sideways and counters with a quick thrust.

Quinten leaps back barely managing to keep away fromt that thrust, bring the sabre round to knock it down

Bandem darts back to normal stance, and circles his opponent.

Quinten turns on one foot to keep you in sight, ready to defend himself

Bandem waits for an opening, and tries a downward slash.

Quinten erfs as the sabre gets past his guard, hitting him on the shoulder, causing him to stumble left

Bandem waits for the younger hare to recover.

Quinten righrs himself and rolls his shoudler "Ouch....that smarts"

Bandem nods. "I know. Are you ready to continue?"

Quinten nods and darts in sabre twirling left as he goes to try and jab your left footpaw

Bandem always hates when other beasts go for his feet and stumbles right to avoid the blow. "Sorry, Quin, but h'I have to be off now.

Quinten Watches him leave and shrugs settling down to practice on his own

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