Post by Rowan Gardiner on Nov 29, 2017 3:23:06 GMT -5
Rowan found himself going down a narrow hall likely a hall intended for servants quarters, as he found a nook in the hallway where a few maids were gathered praying to the architect. Despite being of a different faith he still had pity on the poor soul who likely considered life in the palace to be the safest. "Hey!" Rowan said dispensing with the pleasantries when it came to these common folk, he needed an answer and he wanted it fast. Startled they looked at him before eyes focused more on the sword in his hand. "Listen, I intend you no harm but tell me where the ladies in waiting are housed?" One of the maids pointed further down the narrow hall before her shaken, high pitched and uneducated voice spoke up.
"Down eh hall mi'Lord.. all ah way an' up 'em stairs to the third it's all the royal children there.. but ah guards Mi'Lord.. they've become murderous." Rowan looked down the hall and turned to look at them, "Thank you, stay safe." Rowan said before jogging down the hall, without the usual form of armor and belt he barely made noise except for the clank of his hard leather soled boots on the hard stone floors. As he reached the end of the hall it opened to a larger hall and a purple rug covered set of stairs that led up to the third floor just as described.
(7)
Unfortunately for Rowan's timing the moment he emerged from the hall, two guards were marching down the stairs only to see him emerge from the thin hall, sword in hand, it's edge stained in blood. Halberds were pointed ahead towards him as a voice spoke out, "On' got loose, halt!" They charged towards him and yet the way they moved, and gripped the shafts of their polearms Rowan could tell they were going to arrest him they intended to harm him. Either way it response would remain the same, he had to find Annemarie or even better as the thought came to him, Mace. If there were any Claviger who would remain loyal and cleave through these common guards like soft butter it would be his younger, bigger brother... Mace.
But he returned to the moment, his eyes analyzed the ground his position and their position he wasn't going to charge them since they held the high ground.. and held the reach advantage. So instead he took a few steps back and waited. (16) The two guards charged down the stairs, moving at a faster than jogging pace, the points of the halberds aimed at him, shifted far right so only one would be an issue he batted the steel tip down, stomping on the shaft as the weight pulled the weapon from the hand of the first guard. Rowan then strikes at the hand gripped on the shaft of the second guard, with a thud his blade sliced into the guard's hand, dicing off two fingers.
Returning his attention to the first guard he pivoted on his feet kicking at the knee of the first guard with a hard and shaving motion, hyperextending his knee with a twisting crack before bringing up the blade across the neck and chin, cutting deep and starting the crimson blood fall down the guard's chest over the surcoat bearing the royal sigil in glittering red. Turning while the second guard held his injured hand Rowan rushed him. Giving neither time to recover from an attack, hand gripping the surcoat he drove the man back until against a wall and shoved the tip of the sword into his throat violently until the tip could be heard hitting the stone wall behind the guard.
Spinal cord severed the body limped immediately as Rowan nearly lost grip of the sword only for it to slip out of the man's neck as he fell, standing there he looked at both of the fallen guards before walking away from them and up the stairs. Rowan didn't know it but blood now stained his formal long doublet, blood spatter on the sleeve of his sword arm, spots of blood on his face and neck as well as the gush of blood from the guard that stained his chest. Slowly his steps as he nearly reached the third floor he slowly crept up to do a little reconnaissance of what he would need to be facing.
The hall was long, covered in several doors with a guard posted outside each one totaling about seven guards in total. "Damn it." He whispered to himself though he smirked slightly too, where he was cursing the tame life in the capital and Lunaris found it fit to answer his tiresome woes and give him a true test here in the palace. He did say he preferred the honesty of battle sometimes. He planned it in his head and would have to rely on the expertise of his experience and skill, and employ parries and immediately disabling ripostes with their numbers he couldn't afford them to gather up while he played defense the entire time that was a recipe for disaster.
He took in a deep breath and stood up straight before slowly ascending the stairs to face his test, it was a dumb move admittedly, but it was bold and he didn't train every morning just to avoid a good fight. The closest guards noticed him first and withdrew his sword and charging at Rowan and Rowan only smirked twirling the sword in an alternating orthodox and inverted grip over and over as he merely walked towards the first guard.
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Annemarie Gardiner
"Down eh hall mi'Lord.. all ah way an' up 'em stairs to the third it's all the royal children there.. but ah guards Mi'Lord.. they've become murderous." Rowan looked down the hall and turned to look at them, "Thank you, stay safe." Rowan said before jogging down the hall, without the usual form of armor and belt he barely made noise except for the clank of his hard leather soled boots on the hard stone floors. As he reached the end of the hall it opened to a larger hall and a purple rug covered set of stairs that led up to the third floor just as described.
(7)
Unfortunately for Rowan's timing the moment he emerged from the hall, two guards were marching down the stairs only to see him emerge from the thin hall, sword in hand, it's edge stained in blood. Halberds were pointed ahead towards him as a voice spoke out, "On' got loose, halt!" They charged towards him and yet the way they moved, and gripped the shafts of their polearms Rowan could tell they were going to arrest him they intended to harm him. Either way it response would remain the same, he had to find Annemarie or even better as the thought came to him, Mace. If there were any Claviger who would remain loyal and cleave through these common guards like soft butter it would be his younger, bigger brother... Mace.
But he returned to the moment, his eyes analyzed the ground his position and their position he wasn't going to charge them since they held the high ground.. and held the reach advantage. So instead he took a few steps back and waited. (16) The two guards charged down the stairs, moving at a faster than jogging pace, the points of the halberds aimed at him, shifted far right so only one would be an issue he batted the steel tip down, stomping on the shaft as the weight pulled the weapon from the hand of the first guard. Rowan then strikes at the hand gripped on the shaft of the second guard, with a thud his blade sliced into the guard's hand, dicing off two fingers.
Returning his attention to the first guard he pivoted on his feet kicking at the knee of the first guard with a hard and shaving motion, hyperextending his knee with a twisting crack before bringing up the blade across the neck and chin, cutting deep and starting the crimson blood fall down the guard's chest over the surcoat bearing the royal sigil in glittering red. Turning while the second guard held his injured hand Rowan rushed him. Giving neither time to recover from an attack, hand gripping the surcoat he drove the man back until against a wall and shoved the tip of the sword into his throat violently until the tip could be heard hitting the stone wall behind the guard.
Spinal cord severed the body limped immediately as Rowan nearly lost grip of the sword only for it to slip out of the man's neck as he fell, standing there he looked at both of the fallen guards before walking away from them and up the stairs. Rowan didn't know it but blood now stained his formal long doublet, blood spatter on the sleeve of his sword arm, spots of blood on his face and neck as well as the gush of blood from the guard that stained his chest. Slowly his steps as he nearly reached the third floor he slowly crept up to do a little reconnaissance of what he would need to be facing.
The hall was long, covered in several doors with a guard posted outside each one totaling about seven guards in total. "Damn it." He whispered to himself though he smirked slightly too, where he was cursing the tame life in the capital and Lunaris found it fit to answer his tiresome woes and give him a true test here in the palace. He did say he preferred the honesty of battle sometimes. He planned it in his head and would have to rely on the expertise of his experience and skill, and employ parries and immediately disabling ripostes with their numbers he couldn't afford them to gather up while he played defense the entire time that was a recipe for disaster.
He took in a deep breath and stood up straight before slowly ascending the stairs to face his test, it was a dumb move admittedly, but it was bold and he didn't train every morning just to avoid a good fight. The closest guards noticed him first and withdrew his sword and charging at Rowan and Rowan only smirked twirling the sword in an alternating orthodox and inverted grip over and over as he merely walked towards the first guard.
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Annemarie Gardiner