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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 21, 2012 15:42:24 GMT -5
Winter was over and Wyman needed to stretch. He called his master-at-arms Rodrick Flint to spar with him. Rodrick was the 3rd son of the 4th son and having no chance at inheritance fought for various companies in the disputed lands, coming back to White Harbor after a sour campaign attacking Lys. Despite being nearly 50 he still had most of his strength.
They lined up and Wyman lunged first with a swing down at the shoulder.
(roll expert mace on the swing)
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 21, 2012 18:31:31 GMT -5
Round One:
Wyman: 144 (64+80)
Rodrick: 79 (9+70)
Rodrick barely moves in time to block the strike, his shield nearly getting crushed by the hefty swing. Wyman moves like a blur, whipping his heavy mace around as though it was light as a twig, and faster than his opponent can bring up his sword to defend, striking the master-at-arms cleanly on the head. Flint drops like a rock, stunned barely ten seconds into the fight.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 8:58:08 GMT -5
"You're beggining to get old."
Wyman brings Rodrick to his feet.
"Anyone else here want to try?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 10:39:34 GMT -5
A man clad in black enters the ring. The man had been a guest at the Mermans Keep to look for aid among the the cells and the bulk of the ruffians at white harbor.
"Lord Manderly, we meet again. Thank you for allowing me to stay at your keep." The Night Watchman said.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 15:20:20 GMT -5
"The pleasure is mine though I fear I have forgotten your name. Do you step in here a challenger?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 15:44:27 GMT -5
"Oh you know me Wyman." He Night watched said not caring for a reaction, taking out a longsword. Valryan steel. Longclaw.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 15:50:13 GMT -5
"Very well, prepare yourself Stark"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 15:57:07 GMT -5
Longclaw shines with the local setting snow and cold air. He is quiet for the aged lord commander, but trained in ice and bone. They begin.
Wyman's Mace (80+12=92)
Starks Longclaw (100+46=146)
Wyman attacks to early Stark reacts striking hard on the shaft of the mace cutting though it like butter. Without a weapon the Fight is over.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 16:00:04 GMT -5
"And so concludes weapon training." Wyman says laughing. "So tell me Lord Commander, has White Harbor giving you enough men to take back to the wall?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 16:05:32 GMT -5
As the men seem to crowd up at the First Ranger to sign up after the Lord Commander's performance.
"Sadly as much as the north tryes we are still dwindling." He says. "I do hope Wilhelm can get more men for us." He said.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 16:07:45 GMT -5
"I'm sure more men will take the black. I hear talk of peace. What does Wilhelm think of this?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 16:11:00 GMT -5
"I have not been to Winterfel, I wished to show up for his wedding. To be a surprise." He laughed. "I can not travel too far I may send the first ranger to recruit more from the Eyrie or the Rock."
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 16:21:36 GMT -5
"I see. Well I'm sure you have important business to attend to, I have to get a new mace ready." He holds up the handle half. "Maybe I ought to get a Valaryin Steel one. Call it the Merman's Ball." Wyman said jokingly.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 16:25:27 GMT -5
"They are trying to trick you. There is nothing different in Valyarian steel when it comes to thickness or power, they are made for how they hold their shape, their edge." He says with a laugh.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 22, 2012 16:30:21 GMT -5
"Well I still might call it Merman's Ball." Wyman waved to Brandon and strode off in the direction of the smith.
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