Thedor 21, 229: Count Vs Lord

Count Vs Lord
Summary: Count Aldren Haravean and Lord Shepard Kerrigan Spar, with an audience of Riogan Knights and other men-at-arms.
OOC Date: 21/1/2014 (OOC)
Related: Immediately precedes What Binds Us Together
Players:
Aldren Shepard 
Practice Room, Darfield Castle
A large room has been devoted to the training of the Rioga. There are weights stacked across one wall while another is devoted to a long weapon rack and a huge training mat. People move about in constant activity, always training.
Thedor 21, 229

Dings and clangs and bings and bangs fill the practice room this eve as knights of the Rioga nd others are gettng their fill. One such i the Count. He is dressed in full plate and sparring with a random knight of the kings. His blunted mace reigning down on the man. "AHHH!" He screams as the blow purchases a shoulder and sends the man to the mat. Turning to his man, Harlik, he says, "Now thats more like it. Been itchin' to lay low one of these bastards since that day with Sir Ruthgar. Not as easy to fell as the Duke was." The Riogan on the mat mutters a few curses and stands shuffling off at a limp. Aldren removes his helm and takes a swif from a flagon of water that is handed to him. "I do not think thye like us in here sparring. But fuck' 'em. No challenge out in the yard. Damned cold too."

The day of peace has come and gone, and now the fighting men of Mobrin return to their training and preparations for the war that everyone knows is coming in the Spring. The Knights of the Rioga are no exception, and if they don't like those from outside their order sparring in their practice room, they're too polite to mention it. Lord Shepard Kerrigan is a Knight of no particular Order, and he now arrives, helmet under his arm and hand on the pommel of his sword, "Seems you make new friends everywhere you go, Your excellency." He notes in a light tone, "But I think you owe me a rematch."

The voice catches Aldren off guard and he turns smiling. "Friends? Are you implying the opposite? Who Sir Fenrill over there?" He points at the man as he makes out of the room. "Ehh, he will get over it. A good man. But sometimes you knights let your ego go to your head." He winks at him and says, "Aye. I do. Though you may find you have less movement in armor than you do in pillows." He chuckles and says, "But let me catch my breath." Another sip of water had, a healthy one.

"Oh? Did Sir Fenrill's ego lead to his undoing?" Shepard laughs, "Quite the opposite, really. I find Armor far less cumbersome than all that padding." Shepard moves over to the practice sword rack, handing his -real- sword and shield off to a squire while he tests the weight and balance of the blunted practice blades and shields before selecting a pair he seems to find suitable. About twice as heavy as the combat-ready articles, but that's just better for training! Still, he moves over and sits down next to Aldren as he catches his breath and sips his water, speaking more quietly, likely unheard by the other knights over the din of training going on around them, "How are they holding up? They've suffered in silence first over Wenna and the Voice, then the Princess, and now the Queen. I worry for them." His expression is serious now, having lost all traces of humor for the time being.

Aldren watches as the man gathers his weapons. When he sits and speaks Aldren listens and answers in kind, quite quiet. "I am quite surprised. In fact, I have never been more sure that I am happy to have rangers in the shire. I do not detest knights or think ill of them…But, they have failed /much/ in the last months. I mean…." He shakes his head and says no more. After all they are surrounded by them. But he stands. The helm placed back on his head. "LEt us show them how it's done." His voice betrays the smile his visor hides now as he centers the mat. A few Riogans and others circling to watch the Greenshire men have at each other.

"Are you sure you don't need a nap first? Perhaps a light snack and some wine? I know the rigors of married life must be trying." Shepard teases, grinning as he pulls his helmet back on, strapping it into place properly and lowering his visor. He makes sure the shield is securely strapped to his arm, then lifts the blade in a salute towards Aldren. The blade then comes up into a fairly typical fighting stance for a moment, until it's clear Aldren is ready, and then Shepard lunges forward, bringing his blade down in a series of quick strikes. He's sparred with Aldren many times before…no need to test him out or hold back more than absolutely necessary.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=Blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Great Success Aldren: Good Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Solid Victory

The first few are easily enough blocked as they reign down but apparently only a set up. As the Count shuffles back and bides his time one purchases to the side of his pauldron. A deft blow causing his sword arm to fall. He spins out of the way now shouting back. "Perhaps your sister /has/ stolen some off my energy." The words shouted in a jovial and friendly matter followed by a roar as his own flurry is unleashed. A few half heated blows thrown to his side. High first then low with his full speed.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aldren=bludgeons Vs Shepard=defense
< Aldren: Good Success Shepard: Great Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Marginal Victory

"Well, there was never much doubt Moira would be a perfect wife to -someone-." Shepard retorts, laughter in his voice as he sidesteps the first strike, deflects the second with his shield, the third with his sword, and then just -barely- gets his shield up to turn aside the "true" attack. He shoves hard with the shield to try to put Aldren's weapon out of position, before shifting forward, aiming a single strike towards Aldren's side as well, "Just be careful you don't wind up going soft around the middle from all that doting she does upon you!"

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=Blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Good Success Aldren: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Aldren's own shield just makes it to block the incoming blow. Leaving the men quite near he says quickly, "The County could not afford that!" The words coming out happily and a single shoulder offered to his chest mid-talk. The men around are inching in closer, making the circle a bit smaller and yelling japes now. "One ain't even a knight!" Someone shouts. Anothere cursing, "Get 'em Greeny!"

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aldren=bludgeons Vs Shepard=defense
< Aldren: Great Success Shepard: Good Success
< Net Result: Aldren wins - Marginal Victory

Shepard is pushed back by Aldren's shoulder, and while he very nearly gets his shield around to deflect the strike, but doesn't quite fully manage to turn it aside, it still scores enough of an impact that Shepard has to take another step back. Still, it's far from a "fatal" wound, and so Shepard brings his shield up, stepping forward once more, feinting a low strike with the blade towards Aldren's legs before flicking it rapidly upward to "slash" across his midsection.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=Blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Success Aldren: Good Success
< Net Result: Aldren wins - Marginal Victory

The Count swings his arms out towards Shepard and his midsection back, balancing on his heels ever so slightly as the blade misses. A few steps quickly taken back before he crouches. A defesnive posistion now taken, coaxing the man to attack again. "I'd hate to see you after marriage, Sir!" He shouts back. A few onlookers start there murmurings and the banter grows louder between the regular knights, the Riogans and the common men-at-arms. Aldren for his part is an impatient man though, or perhaps he just knows Shepard will not bite. After the briefest of seconds he lunges forward. A straight jab with the blunted mace offered to the mans mid-section.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aldren=bludgeons Vs Shepard=defense
< Aldren: Good Success Shepard: Good Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Marginal Victory

"Ha! With any luck you soon will!" Shepard laughs as he shifts his body, the thrust from the mace narrowly missing its' mark, and completes the spin. Being bound to the code of chivalry, he does not strike Aldren's unprotected back (Though Aldren would well know that in a -real- fight that would likely be much different…Shepard doesn't let his ideals get in the way of survival if he can help it). When Aldren faces him once more, Shepard again lunges, bringing the blade down in a sweeping arc intended to strike the man's shield-bearing shoulder.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=Blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Failure Aldren: Good Success
< Net Result: Aldren wins - Solid Victory

Aldren flinches as the man swings out of the way, a well executed spin. When no blow comes he dances forward, ever so light on his feet and turns, the intended strike seen and easily cast aside. "A mistake!" A few oohs and ahhs had and the circle grows tighter. The count losing ground as Shepards fellow knights look on and feeling the need to act quickly sends a kick to the mans midsection as his sword is still to the side a bit after the deflection.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aldren=bludgeons Vs Shepard=defense
< Aldren: Good Success Shepard: Great Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Solid Victory

Shepard brings his shield across his body to push aside that kick, and his sword arm crosses above the shield in the opposite direction, and while Aldren is hopefully off-balance from the kick, Shepard "unscissors" his arms and again attempts to drag that practice blade across Aldren's midsection. "Mistake my ass. I just prefer beating men to their face!"

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Amazing Success Aldren: Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Crushing Victory

The blow finds its mark and sends the count stumbling back. He scowls now and some of the knights let up a cheer. He is slowly losing his patience and his pride get the better of him as he swings full force with his blunted weapon at the mans knee.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Aldren=bludgeons Vs Shepard=defense
< Aldren: Great Success Shepard: Great Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Shepard brings his shield up to deflect the strike from the mace, but the force of it is enough to send the shield arm right back against it, which puts Shepard off-balance for a moment, but the hobbling lasts only a second, and more to the point, Shepard uses it to pivot away from Aldren's shielded side on the unbruised leg, planting the one Aldren struck at a pace behind and then pushing off of it to aim a swift thrust to Aldren's weapon-bearing side. No chiding at this point…the tempo is getting intense enough that it's best not to waste the breath.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Shepard=Blades Vs Aldren=Defense
< Shepard: Good Success Aldren: Good Success
< Net Result: Shepard wins - Marginal Victory

With a thunderous crash the sword finds it s mark and the Count goes down. A cheer is let up by the knights all around. "Way to show that bastard!" Someone shouts among the many other curses and words of the fighting men who gathered to watch the spar. Painfully Aldren says, "Aww Sheat…" After a mometn he yells, "Yield!" He rolls over and stands up. "Well fought!" He says almost happily in his loss. "I'd go again but let me get a drink. I think I should have rested a bit more between bouts." He takes the helm off and smiles after the poorly formed excuse.

Shepard moves to offer Aldren a hand up, before his squire comes to take the practice weapons away and set them in their proper places, "I'm' sure if you'd been fresh, the outcome may well have been different, Your Excellency." Shepard notes and lifts his visor with a smile that isn't mocking in the least. "Even so, I'd best get you home so your beloved wife can tend to your bruises."

Aldren takees the help up graciously. "Ehh." He says in response. "I have not had a good run with knights lately." He shakes and loosens up. Stretching out his injured parts. "Nay. I need a drink. Return to the suite if you like." Harlik starts to help him unfasten his gear now. "I could not so quickly go back there shamed as I have been." He smiles then yelps as a paldron is loosened. "Damn! Careful1" He says to the guard.

"Maybe you should stop egging us on." Shepard replies with a bit of a grin, but gives the man a clap on the shoulder, "All right then. I'll see you back at the suite." He nods to his Squire after the young man presents him with his real sword, fastening it around his waist before giving Aldren a salute, "Until later, Your Excellency." Yes, let's be mostly proper in front of the other knights. Someone's got to show them how it's done and all that.

END

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