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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:05:44 GMT -5
A Pit with Dragons in it
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:06:35 GMT -5
Markar waits with his sword in the dirt he holds the hilt strongly. His Black dragon sitting in the back looking bored and tired.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 12, 2012 18:08:58 GMT -5
Raven enters wearing a suit of armor, her father gave her. She looked like a teenage lad, she stopped staring at the dragon laying in repose behind the Lord Commander. At that moment she was more worried about being eaten than fighting the mountainous Targaryen.
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:09:48 GMT -5
"What are your weapon skills?" He demanded.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 12, 2012 18:13:15 GMT -5
Taking her gaze from the dragon,"Small blades mostly and shortswords.... But they won't be much against that beast of a sword you're carrying, will it?"
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:17:21 GMT -5
"As protector of the queen you will need to be ready for all forms of combat. From blade..." He nods up to his black dragon. "To fire..."
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 12, 2012 18:21:49 GMT -5
Raven nodded as she looked at the Dragon again,"I understand, but I may stand a better chance against a blade,"she motioned to the dragon,"... than that thing..."
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:46:09 GMT -5
Most likely but have you ever met an enemy who picks what you like willingly?" He lifts his large blade resting it on her shoulder. "Let me see what you got, attack me."
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 12, 2012 18:50:03 GMT -5
Takes in a breath, dropping the visor of her armor, drew her shortswords and began running towards Lord Commander for an attack..
Raven Rivers:
-Noteworthy: Small blades
-Apprentice: Shortswords (Dual Wielding)
-Apprentice: Athletics
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 18:54:42 GMT -5
Markar (194)
Raven (149) (Medium Hit)
Markar side steps and backhands Raven across the face sending her on her butt.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 12, 2012 18:58:03 GMT -5
She stood up, spitting blood onto the ground of the pit. Raven took a defensive stance, both of her shortswords posed for his attack.
In the back of her mind was screaming at her,"Are you crazy, he didn't even flinch and knocked you on your ass!!" Raven ignored the warning and stood her ground.
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 12, 2012 19:09:03 GMT -5
Raven: 64 (Very Heavy Hit and Knockout)
Markar: 178
Markar slowly walks forward and from anyone watching combos the girl, swiping her legs then hitting her chest with the hilt of his large sword sending her head directly into Markars Knee that sends her flying back again bleeding, bruised, and broken.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 15, 2012 23:16:18 GMT -5
Trajan visits the Dragonpit to view the namesake beasts the reside there. The wedding had not given him much time to appreciate the living sigils of his house and he had been enthralled by them in his early youth. Even in his travels for arcane power his youthful interest had not been able to resist the wealth of dragonlore available in Valyria and Asshai.
He made his way up into the glorified cage, peering in to see the creatures brought back from the dead.
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 16, 2012 1:16:25 GMT -5
Both dragons seem to be in the back talking scratching on a wall plotting how to shoot guards in the knee, and other dragon stuff.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 18, 2012 0:52:33 GMT -5
Trajan watched lazily. There were worse ways to kill a few hours.
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