Post by The Light on Dec 2, 2012 2:10:38 GMT -5
Lord Leobald Tyrell has made himself King. There will be a war soon, and Todric knows it. Todric needs to make sure he will be protected. There is one man that will be at his side during almost any and all skirmishes, Jory Lorch. Jory is skilled and has only been getting better and better, but he is just a young lad. Todric sits out by one of the fields near Riverrun with a cask of wine next to him, pondering the events to come. He looks out towards one of the many rivers that run through his lands. There are only a few clouds in the sky and it is actually kind of warm out, causing him to have his forehead covered in sweat. He is in full armor and his double sided battle axe is leaning against his chair.
Soon enough Jory makes his way out to him. Jory never wears too much armor. He likes to be mobile in battle. He wears a chest plate over a chain mail shirt with just regular pants, and boots. He has chain mail gloves to protect his hands, and they are carrying his helm and shield. His long sword is sheathed and hanging off of his waist
“What is this about, My Lord?” Jory asks Todric as he walks up to the man.
Todric had not informed Jory of why he must meet him out in this field in his battle gear, so he was sure the boy must have been confused just to see Todric out here in his own gear.
“I am going to train you further. You are skilled with a sword, but you are no expert like some of the men we may end up facing.” Todric replies still staring out and sipping on his wine.
Jory gives a quick laugh. “Does drinking have something to do with your training, or can I skip that part.”
Todric puts down his glass and stands up. He is much bigger than Jory, and that is not just because he uses full plate armor. Todric puts on his helm and picks up his large battle axe. He is not smiling, which is rare for him, showing that this is serious. Jory just shrugs, he never seems to take anything seriously, and puts on his own helm. Todric readies his axe, and Jory draws his sword and straps on his shield.
“Alright then, My Lord, let’s do this.” Jory says.
Todric attacks ferociously, swinging his axe as if he intended to kill Jory. Jory uses his speed and agility to make up for what he lacks in his swordsmanship. He has to jump and spin out of the way of some of the attacks he can’t seem to get his shield in the way of, or parry with his sword. As the fight continues Todric starts to point out some of the ways that Jory could have parried, instead of dodging.
“Using your speed and agility should not be needed. It should only give you the edge to beat your opponent.” Todric says as he continues to strike at Jory.
They continue the fight, with Todric giving Jory pointers. They take a few breaks but they are never for very long. The sparring continues till the sun starts to go down. Once they finish Todric throws off his bulky armor and sits back in his chair. He fills his glass and watches the sun setting. Jory joins him, sitting on the ground, and clearly fatigued.
Jory's Sword increases to Expert