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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Sept 18, 2007 13:04:00 GMT -5
((THat's right, the long awaited for question...lol))
~it's been a while since he was done the stables, he'd been focusing on just being in his shop and doing the orders before him....he thought long and hard about being a knight as well....when he talked to the now Queen, he was to leave aq letter for Sir Respol and ask of training, among other things....he feels he has slacked down in his promises and that nae sits well with him.....he was a man of his word...when he says he will do something he does....so much going on in his life at the moment...his brother staying in the castle walls, his life truely stasrted the other night once he let the past go....he felt allone some what, but this he had to get over..there were others out there that have it worst than he......he got up and left his room and went down to the hall and sat at a table and pulled out his quill and parchment and wrote a letter to Sir Respol and it read......
Sir Respol
Good greetings to thee. I am writing this letter as a way to get ahold of you, because I know you are busy with the patrols and protection of he lands in Windstorm. I wanted to ask if it was nae to much trouble, that you help me in joining in the ranks of the Knights of Windstorm. If you have the time, I would like to meet with you and talk of training if at all possible. We can meet in my shop, or in the castle. Which ever is best for you.Till we meet take care.
Kyle Draven
he folds the parchment and stood up, and walked over to a young lad and asked him to take this to Sir Respol...he nods and I give him a couple of coins for the servce and I head to my shop and hopefully here from him....
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Post by Repsol on Sept 19, 2007 8:17:40 GMT -5
The lad rides out and sees the copse, he set to enter when a sword blade stopped an inch from his throat, a voice from within the bush speaks....
Who be going there, be thee freind, think of thy answer..
The lad stopped and did nae even look he stared in front of him afore answering he thought....
I be lookin fur Lord Repsol, this be his camp, I..I...hath a parchment fur the Lord.....I..It b..be from Windstorm...
The sword from the undergrowth dropped and a voice directed the Lad to Repsol....
Repsol lifted the parchment and began to read it, pointing out the food and drink for the lad as he did so, he walked slowly as he read...
He knew very little of Goodman Draven, he had seen his work around Windstorm and knew it to be maticulate, the Queen does nae hold anyone in favour that doth nae deserve, a request for training, in the art of Battle and of warfare he felt quiet comfortable, though on matters of court he may on a good day get by...just.
He called the lad over, the lad with dried meat and a fist full of bread looked to him Repsol reached into his pocket and withdrew two coins gave them to the lad, and offered him a Knife from his boot, this would ensure authenticity of the message and spoke...
Return this message..It would be a honor to assist Goodman Draven upon his quest to becoming a Knight, iffen thou art stopped for any reason show the authorities this knife and thee shall gain safe passage, I shall return soon to Windstorm and shall send message prior to me return..
The lad turns upon his heels and mounts his horse and rides away in the direction of Windstorm....
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Sept 19, 2007 14:12:37 GMT -5
~he was in his shop by this point...he was working on a few things..just minor stuff really...his mind was on the response from the Lord Knight...he puts his tools down and goes to sit by the wndow....he stares out into the lovely day we were having in the lands....the lad I sent out had went back to the castle first and then was directed here...he came in and I stood up....he tpld me the message and I smiled....
Thankyou lad for your service. If you need anything, just let me know and I'll see what I can do for you.
~he was happy to hear this and gave the lad a few more coins...he loked around his shop and started to make a blade...it was for him to use as he trained...he would await the Lord Knight's message and continue of his day....he would tell his brother later....he was now much like the child in him a moment when the thought of becoming an actual knight....this was truely an honour and then he thanked the good Lord above for his blessings and went about his day...
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Oct 13, 2007 22:38:07 GMT -5
(oooh, I have so long awaited this thread!!!))
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Post by sofia on Oct 16, 2007 2:17:05 GMT -5
~Rumors whispered through the little community, racing like wraiths from ear to mouth to ear again until it was common knowledge to all. And in the due course of time, thanks to old Hannah, it reached the Moroccan woman's ear as well. "Thee best be makin' more o' yer bruise ointment, my fine lass, tha'll be needin't soon fer th' smith." So it was confirmed then. A slow smile curves her soft lips after a few seconds' contemplation. In the weeks...now months...since her arrival, she had spent much time with the smith, and knew beyond all doubt that he would do well as a Knight. His innate courtesy, his sense of honor, his loyalty....those would serve him well. Then she chuckles...it didn't hurt that the man could swing a hammer all day long, any fella that could do that should have noooooo trouble picking up the sword.~
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Oct 20, 2007 13:12:57 GMT -5
I know and thankyou Edie for being patient with me. Hope all is well with you. Tak to you soon. *S*))
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Post by Repsol on Oct 22, 2007 8:43:40 GMT -5
He had finished the message to Kyle..it read:
Dear Goodman Kyle Draven, Tis with me heart this message finds thee well and strong of faith, as last I sent to thee a message a promise was enclosed, this promise was I wouldst allow thee prior knowledge of my return to O/our glorious home of Windstorm, late even or in the dark of night upon this day.
I pray thy forgiveness this be of short notice as I shall be returning shortly after this message shall reach thee, I shall await thy contact at thy pleasure, as the Queen hath requested I shall teach thee in the art of combat, it shall be my honor to uphold such a request.
Till once we meet I bid thee well and pray the gods look upon thee with goodness and light.
Sir Repsol
Captain of the Crimson Order of Knights
Windstorm Castle
Who has sworn allegiance to the Queen til death.
He folded the parchment and sealed it with the Crimson wax embeded by his ring, he passed the parchment to the rider who placed it in a leather pouch upon his waist, and turned his horse to Windstorm and rode off like the wind...
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Nov 2, 2008 10:09:53 GMT -5
I know this is late and you are on another rpp, but when you have the chance I would like to contine this one. Speaking to Repsol of course. *S*....I will continue with this and then post from what we did in the room itself as well.
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Post by Repsol on Nov 2, 2008 17:12:30 GMT -5
I await patiently for your lead upon this thread my freind.
Rep.
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Nov 4, 2008 12:00:39 GMT -5
Kyle woke early and then got some papers signed at the shop...he sees his apprentice come in and Kyle sits back and wonders if he would like to move him an dhis to Camelot and run the shop there when built...well if an dwhen he thought.....something for later...Kyle stands and greets his young friend and tells him he is off to the sparring pitts and for him to watch over the shop....he tells Kyle he will and tell him also good luck......Kyle then grabs the blade of his fasther and heads out to the sparring pitt.....he remebers what Sir Repsol had taught him...he was thinking about that on the way over....."A knight gives up his weapon for anything"....those words of Repsol went thru his head as he made it to the pitt......he wlked over and just watched the others train for a while before he did anything......after a while of waiting Kyle goes over to the Captain and asks....
Pardon me Captain.....I am Kyle Draven...smith of Windstorm and I would like to practice here if I can. On a dummy. If I could have one set up, that would be great.
the Catain nods to Kyle and has a few set up and had some men watch oveer him as he practiced.....he was given a wodden blade and then Kyle started his practice....
((SOrry if a lil choppy. Have to get back into the swing of things *S*))
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Post by Repsol on Nov 4, 2008 18:34:32 GMT -5
((It shall soon be natural M'Freind))
Repsol was on a seat in the gardens smoking his pipe in the serenity of his surroundings, when the young lad in his enthusiasm tripped and fell his full length landing just feet away from his feet, the lad had removed his hat mid flight and immediately began to ramble...
Sire... Sire...M'Lord...
Repsol looked o'er his pipe at the prone figure as he began climbing to his knees clutching the hat in both hands at his chest, twisting it as if wringing washing dry, nervously his breath wild as if being chased by death itself, he swallowed hard and began again to scramble his words out...
Thy do..say when goo..d..m..an ...Ky.le come t pi...ts to fe..ch ye...
Chuckling Repsol stood and gestured for the lad to rise too, he looked to the lads red face as the beads of sweat broke forth and ran down his forhead and over his eye lids onto his cheeks..
Tell me lad did thou run to the village first, *s* I take it Goodman Kyle be at the pits, at the door to the barracks thou shall find a staff wouldst thou be so kind as to fetch it forth to the pits.....
Afore Repsol could thank him the lad had turned on his heels and placing his cap upon his head was running hard twards the courtyard, Repsol began to walk slowly through the gardens knowing the lad would arrive far in front of him, chuckling to himself that it would give him time to get his breath back, the last he wanted was a dead lad on his mind, the Queen would not look upon his too kindly.....
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Nov 7, 2008 11:43:21 GMT -5
he stops for a moment and then realizes he started wrong...last time he and Repsol practiced, we used real blades...wodden ones was for practice with another......so he sets the wooden sword aside and draws his blade and then takes the stance he was taught....both hands gripped the hilt and held waist level...legs apart....he steped in on his right foot and takes the sword and slashes downward from left shoulder down across the body, then taking the blade removing his left hand and then slashes again across the chest and then steps back.....he would continue his practice, trying to postions and some old ones....he wanted to see what felt right.....hopefully Sir Repsol would come by soon.....then he realizes he nae sent word to him as of yet..... he stoped for a moment and then walked over to one of the paiges......
Excuse me....could you please go and see if Sir Repsol is back in the castle and let him know that Kyle Draven is in the pits please
after he gave the message he went back to the practice dummies and continued on....
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Post by Repsol on Nov 10, 2008 5:49:37 GMT -5
The lad stood outside the sparring pits heaving breath into his young lungs so as he may not faint, the staff stood upright against the wall with his hand upon it so it shall not move, or worse still fall, his hat soaked from the effort he had taken to follow Lord Repsol's request to the letter, the few light scratches from where it had struck the courtyard floor fell into insignificance when compared to the use of previous battles with the dummy's inside, the lad however licked his finger and ran it across the slight marks in a bid to take the newness from them.
Repsol arrived as the lad was attending to the scratches, he tapped the lad upon his shoulder, the lad wrapped up in his work presumed it was gale his sister as she always sneaked upon him ...gale be gone thou shalt cause trouble, I be awaiting a Knight go ome' or I shall tell da and he shall belt thee, he turned and his gaze was around the height of Repsol's chest, the lad did not look up just swallowed deeply as his right hand whipped to his head to remove his cap.
Repsol chuckled and removed a brass coin from his pouch and pressed into the lads hand, ruffled his hair and reached round him and lifted the staff, he looked to the lad as he placed the coin in his mouth and bit on it to ensure it's authenticity, Repsol burst into laughter and entered the pits.
Still chuckling to himself as he moved to watch those fighting with the dummies, his gaze fell upon Kyle, he stood silently watching the man swing the sword, thinking he knew the man was talented and meticulous in all he attempted, did the Queen know how this would be when the request was made to him, surely, he needed work upon his balance, when and where to use a double grip, the art of weaponry shall be but a simple course of instruction with this man as his heart beats for the right reasons, then a wry smile attached itself to his lips as he thought of the job in hand and of course the ritual of the tavern.
He moved to the pit and stood watching the moves with interest and the fact his friend has set three dummies for his practice....
I see thy assailants are in force upon this day Kyle...
He placed his right hand over his left on the staff and rests his chin upon his right wrist....
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Feb 18, 2009 11:17:33 GMT -5
I am going to respond to this tonight. I you still want to continue this or start a different thread.
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Post by Repsol on Feb 19, 2009 5:43:46 GMT -5
Dive in at anytime my friend I shall take your lead, ((and as the Queen has her hands full with the two young Ladies at the moment there may be time for some mischief)) we can carry on with this if you wish, or you can start a new thread, I am easy, but don't tell everyone.
Regards...Rep
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