Post by Rowan Gardiner on Jul 26, 2017 23:57:08 GMT -5
It was a late training session and maybe even sparring that Rowan came to enjoy in the company of fellow knights, his brother didn't require him and honestly what else was he to do in the meantime. But rather than enjoy training and conversation he instead he spent most of the time listening to the prattling of a boy knight. All morning at the Lavendar quarter training pit he'd professed his skill while Rowan merely struck the large log with a maul, over and over if only to drown out his cocky voice with the thuds.
But even Rowan had his patience and having been a squire once himself, and training one he felt it was a good opportunity for a lesson to both his squire and the young knight who felt he was the Gods gift to knighthood and the art of combat. The sparring pit and training area was packed with young and older knights busy training, trading stories and even some bragging about the length of their beards... Vulcans. The sun had risen only an hour earlier and most nobles were busied trying to find good dresses and finery for the Lantern ceremony to follow the next day.
Something some of if not most knights could barely give a hell about honestly, and despite his station Rowan didn't wear enough of his finery to wear any of it out. The training grounds and sparring pit were located in the quarter's center, next to the city watch barrack specifically for the Lavender Quarter and while it wasn't designed for the knights of the noble houses or the nobles themselves... no watchman was brave enough to broach the subject especially if it meant risking the offense of a upper class nobleman. So when court was assembled, they merely had to make due.
It was a simple training ground, with a sandy center surrounded by log stumps providing a large circle enough for four men to fight in a free for all quite comfortably with space to maneuver, Halved tree trunks were laid out to act as makeshift benches, half a dozen training dummies lined the walled border of the training pit with additional stumps used as chairs and training objects. His squire whose name was Samuel Rutledge, Rut for short stood by with his master's sword belt around his shoulder and watching Rowan.
Rowan turned and smirked slightly reaching for his squire's other shoulder where the cloth he used for sweat laid, snatching it off and wiping his face and neck before drooping it back over the designated shoulder of his squire. He set down the maul then walked over to the weapon rack and grabbing a training long sword, holding it loosely in his grip, practice swinging a few times. Dressed in simple black trousers, dingy old boots he wore for training, and a loose fitting shirt, the sleeves rolled up at the elbows tightly and tucked in it self.
"I'm curious to test your skill if only to see if it matches your tales." Rowan said loudly pointing the sword at the young knight who smirked at him seemingly almost brazen in his approach. "First what is your name sir?" Rowan asked curiously loosely swinging the sword to ease the tension he felt in his arms from swinging the maul over and over just moment earlier. The young blonde knight stepped in the circle a training sword in hand, chest puffed out, smile bright, "I'm Sir Gandy and you?" Rowan felt like having a bit of fun, he glanced to the side in thought before glancing back to the young knight.
"I'm just a simple knight of Shelborne." Rowan professed, as Sir Gandy quick stabbed back with an less than subtle insult. "Shelborne? The son of a farmer then." Rowan smirked, "Aye, you could say that...had his own farms, many of them in fact, did well for himself." A few there who knew him chuckled with his squire being no exception having actively bitten his own lip to keep from laughing or even smiling. But Rowan kept a relaxed albeit unamused expression. Reed might prefer his brother not make such a spectacle but eh why not Rowan self justified, "Shall we?" Rowan asked as Sir Gandy didn't even nod but merely pressed attack darting forward, plunging his training long sword ahead aiming for Rowan's chest.
The lack of armor in this would be interesting...
But even Rowan had his patience and having been a squire once himself, and training one he felt it was a good opportunity for a lesson to both his squire and the young knight who felt he was the Gods gift to knighthood and the art of combat. The sparring pit and training area was packed with young and older knights busy training, trading stories and even some bragging about the length of their beards... Vulcans. The sun had risen only an hour earlier and most nobles were busied trying to find good dresses and finery for the Lantern ceremony to follow the next day.
Something some of if not most knights could barely give a hell about honestly, and despite his station Rowan didn't wear enough of his finery to wear any of it out. The training grounds and sparring pit were located in the quarter's center, next to the city watch barrack specifically for the Lavender Quarter and while it wasn't designed for the knights of the noble houses or the nobles themselves... no watchman was brave enough to broach the subject especially if it meant risking the offense of a upper class nobleman. So when court was assembled, they merely had to make due.
It was a simple training ground, with a sandy center surrounded by log stumps providing a large circle enough for four men to fight in a free for all quite comfortably with space to maneuver, Halved tree trunks were laid out to act as makeshift benches, half a dozen training dummies lined the walled border of the training pit with additional stumps used as chairs and training objects. His squire whose name was Samuel Rutledge, Rut for short stood by with his master's sword belt around his shoulder and watching Rowan.
Rowan turned and smirked slightly reaching for his squire's other shoulder where the cloth he used for sweat laid, snatching it off and wiping his face and neck before drooping it back over the designated shoulder of his squire. He set down the maul then walked over to the weapon rack and grabbing a training long sword, holding it loosely in his grip, practice swinging a few times. Dressed in simple black trousers, dingy old boots he wore for training, and a loose fitting shirt, the sleeves rolled up at the elbows tightly and tucked in it self.
"I'm curious to test your skill if only to see if it matches your tales." Rowan said loudly pointing the sword at the young knight who smirked at him seemingly almost brazen in his approach. "First what is your name sir?" Rowan asked curiously loosely swinging the sword to ease the tension he felt in his arms from swinging the maul over and over just moment earlier. The young blonde knight stepped in the circle a training sword in hand, chest puffed out, smile bright, "I'm Sir Gandy and you?" Rowan felt like having a bit of fun, he glanced to the side in thought before glancing back to the young knight.
"I'm just a simple knight of Shelborne." Rowan professed, as Sir Gandy quick stabbed back with an less than subtle insult. "Shelborne? The son of a farmer then." Rowan smirked, "Aye, you could say that...had his own farms, many of them in fact, did well for himself." A few there who knew him chuckled with his squire being no exception having actively bitten his own lip to keep from laughing or even smiling. But Rowan kept a relaxed albeit unamused expression. Reed might prefer his brother not make such a spectacle but eh why not Rowan self justified, "Shall we?" Rowan asked as Sir Gandy didn't even nod but merely pressed attack darting forward, plunging his training long sword ahead aiming for Rowan's chest.
The lack of armor in this would be interesting...