Quinten Log 9 - 22 09 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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                 Visible Exits:

[Arm]ory [Out]

With:

[DYN] Miyrr

[DYN] Ral

[IC] no!!! I don't have a bruised rib!!!! >.> (Sorrel)

Ral shrugs "A month or two."

Sorrel cringes. "Y "Oh aye, twas lucky not to 'ave been injurre don tha' 'alyard thing meself

Ral blinks a bit as Sorrel falls asleep suddenly.. Then turns to Miyrr "Well.. That was sudden."

The door opens and a sandy coloured head pokes around the frame, its soon followed by the rest of Quinten who is trying his best not to look lost, out of place or confused, a bundle of short throwing javelins under one arm and a piece of paoer in the othe rpaw

Miyrr chuckles, "If i could fall asleep that quick I'd never be tired. So, a couple of months eh? how ya liking the place." she asks.

Ral smiles "It's better then being alone." He turns his head slightly to the entering hare "Hello there."

You ask, "Uhm er hi there am i interupting?""

Sorrel has left.

Miyrr shakes her head, her ears flapping around slightly, "Naw, was just throwing rocks at the wall again and jawing a bit. How ya doing my javineering friend?"

Ral moves over to the rack of practice swords, Pretty sure that they would not like the practice dummies damaged by his sword.. "Nah, Not interrupting." He chooses a sword that is approximately the same size and weight of his own.

Quinten smiles happily "Oh good i got told to go practice my javelin throwing what, my aim stinks" he looks at Miyrr and chuckles "Javineering? What does that make you the slingereering one?"

Miyrr laughs, "Naw, a slingerer most likely."

Ral chuckles "Well, I guess that would make me a swordeer, Or maybe a sworderer?" Bad attempt at a joke.

Quinten chuckles and looks at the older hare "Can you really use that? They tried to teach methe other day, i hit myself in the head with it

Miyrr laughs.

You say, "Well its ruddy difficult""

Ral nods "Course I can, Why else would I have a sword at my waist?" He steps up to a dummy and holds the training sword at the ready "Aye, But when you have the practice for it it's fairly easy."

Miyrr points to the rack of staves. " I can beat things with a stick well...jsut cant throw a rock worth beans.

Quinten holds up a javeling "I'm too used to long hafted weapons.... i may have only been training with them for a short time but its into me now

Ral strikes at the dummy experimentally, Testing the balance on the sword "Same with a sword for me. Though I have been training a bit."

Quinten shakes his head "Aye well i'm just lucky they haven't thrown me back out on my rear, i've only been here a week and so far i've said the exact wrong thing to almost every officer"

Miyrr smiles, "I need to find major Jarril actually, anyone seen him recently?

Ral shrugs "No not really. Course recently I have been in the infirmary alot.."

You say, "I do not know them, at least i do not think i've met them""

Miyrr nods, "He's one of the trainers generally combat oriented."

Ral nods "If I see him I'll let him know you are looking for him."

You say, "Ahh ok then, i should probably meet them""

Miyrr nods

You say, "Miss Sorrel mentioned him, she said i have to be reallyc areful not to let my tongue run awya with me when i meet him ......" he looks rather daunted by this idea "I'm no good at shuttingup""

Ral chuckles "Ah, Yeah that would get you into trouble at times."

Miyrr says, "The Major is a stickler for detail and etiquette. "

You ask, "Etiquette? Oh gawds i'm doomed, i can barely get through dinner without being rude...let alone speak to an officer like i should, i have no idea what to do, standing there quiet gets me asked questions, speaking getsme in trouble,""

Ral nods "Maybe should find a teacher for that as well."

You say, "Maybe....but well no one seems to want to help...""

You say, "Uhm what i mean is well no one seems to know who to suggest.... they all keep

just saying, oh you'll get used to it...""

Miyrr says, "well, that is generally how it goes, we all mess up at first. Watch the other recruits and how they act, watch the ones that don't get hassled and do what they do. "

Ral smiles slightly "Bet the major'd teach you."

Quinten winces and nods "Ok Miyrr...i'll try..."

Miyrr thinks for a moment, "Ok pretend I'm an officer and you at morning roll call. When I walk up to you while your standing at attention and in a growly voice asks...(voice becomes growly) What are you looking at recruit?" she mimics the major horribly. "What do you respond with?"

Quinten jumps at the growly voice and snaps back seemingly without thinking "Nothing, i'm stood here like i'm supposed to be staring at nothign."

Ral stands at attention "Nothing sir."

Miyrr smiles, "Almost, shorten the response to Nothing, sir."

Miyrr giggles, "Just like Ral did. Short simple responses are the best unless asked for details. Sometimes a simple yes, sir or no, sir are the best."

Ral relaxes "Of course generally a major doesn't do a growly voice like that.."

You say, "Ok so just a nothing sir then...""

Miyrr blinks, "I've seen it...stern sounding at least. But they are good hares and are here to help you make it."

Ral nods "Stern, yes. But not growly."

Quinten nods and smiles slightly "I do want to make it"

Miyrr looks puzzeled, "Huh? what do you mean?"

Ral shrugs

You say, "Uhm well you know prove i can be a good patroller and all that.... err were you asking me that?"

Miyrr still puzzeled, "Um kinda, make it to be a patrolelr instead of a recruit at least..." her voice kinda trails off.

Ral nods and starts to slash at the dummy quickly with the practice sword.. Thrust, parry, slash, slash.. Good..

Quinten hefts his javelins "Anyway i will watch how you all act the other recruits that is "

Miyrr nods, "That'll help I hope."

Quinten hefts a javelin, sights at one of the targets and casts it forwards, watching it fly up, up and bounce off the ceiling

Ral puts away the training sword saying softly to himself "Yep, Doesn't effect my swordplay in the slightest.."

Miyrr puts another stone in the sling and lets it fly hitting the target this time. She smiles and nods, "Now if I can only do that again."

Quinten raises another Javelin and casts this one lower, it flies straight and buries itself in the outerside of his target "Oh...nearly

Ral starts doing stretches by the wights..

Miyrr walks over to the rack of staves and picks up one. Tosses it in her paws a bit and whacks the target mannequin deftly. She lets a short flurry of strikes before stopping to rest a moment. "There, I feel better now..." she says as she runs her paw through her headfur.

Quinten looks at Miyrr and sets himself holding the javelin like a stave "Want to practice with me?"

Ral starts to get the weights ready, putting a few on each side of a bar.

Miyrr smiles, sure, but grab one of those that aren't so..sharp."

Quinten looks at his javelin and nods "Ooops sorry," he quickly picks up a stave and sets himself again "Ok ready"

Ral gets himself in position and starts to lift the bar slowly..

Miyrr nods and sets her self for combat. she gives a slow lobbing thrust towards quintens midsection just to "test the waters".

Quinten turns the stave and clacks it aginast Miyrr's deflecting it

Miyrr lets the stave follow it's current trajectory back to a defensive position...waiting.

Quinten swings darting the lower part of his stave towards her legs

Miyrr sidesteps the end of Quinten's stave just barely getting out of the way. She takes the opportunity to strike downward towards his shoulder while he's concentrating on her legs.

Quinten swings the staff aiming at Miyrr again trying to dance in past her guard

Miyrr swings and meets quintens staff with a sharp blow to stop his swing. The wood on her hand cracks and splinters.

Ral sits up quickly at the crack and looks to see which staff broke..

Quinten jerks his staff back with a curse "What happened...did i do that...sorry"

Miyrr laughs holding the staff in two pieces, "Naw, I'm sure these things see lots of use with us trainees."

Ral nods "Yes, I've seen them training."

You ask, "Ahh ok well want to get another one?""

Miyrr rubs her hands, "Maybe in a bit, I hate how they vibrate when they break. Hmm, I'm getting a bit hungry. contemplating the dining room."

Quinten's ears perk up "Oooh food, i could go for food, i missed breakfast again"

Miyrr grins. "Yeah i requently miss meals around here."

You say, "I always get there too late""

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