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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 14, 2007 16:54:10 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm challenging Tasna DeRud to a spar, but I'm too lazy to make an opening post. So I'll leave that up to you, Tasna)
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Jun 14, 2007 17:30:24 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds good Finnerator.
BIC: *Tasna stepped into the open field. A slight breeze ran through her fur. She had always enjoyed a breeze during a spar. She looked around the area, seeing it wasn't anything special for training grounds. Something caught the otter's eye that was sitting to the side of the place. She walked over to the object and looked inside. In it there were various weapons made from wood. She kneels on one knee and started rummaging through the box. She pulled out a wooden short sword, a small bow and two arrows. At the bottom Tasna's eyes stared upon a wooden cutlass. She reached for it and pulled it out of the wooden crate. The otter looked at it from different angles and let out a chuckle.* So this it what a wooden cutlass looks like. *Tasna pulled her cutlass out of her belt and compared the two. Her cutlass appeared shiny and clean. The other was dented in various places where a person would most likely come in contact with a different weapon.* Clearly this cutlass has been used many times. *Tasna put the wooden cutlass back into the crate and stood up. She placed her own cutlass into its sheath. Tasna walked around the crate and picked up one of the staffs behind it. She flipped it from one paw to the other, feeling the weight of the staff.* This will do fine.
*The otter stepped out into the center of the field. She closed her eyes and stood for a moment, feeling the wind and listening to the noises of nature around her. She was clearing her mind so that she would be able to concentrate during the spar. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and started practicing her moves with the staff, imagining a real opponent fighting against her. Tasna moved swiftly, dodging and attacking the invisible fighter. She worked on predicting the next move of them from their last move. The ottermaiden kept practicing her skills, waiting to see if any beast wanted to challenge her to a spar.*
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 15, 2007 13:22:28 GMT -5
*Finnerator Rudderbow stepped out of the barracks with a contented smile on her face. The morning air was quiet and a cool breeze was blowing off the ocean. The ottermaid always loved the feel of the wind ruffling her fur. It always reminded her of old adventures on the high seas. Unfortunately, there hadn't been many high seas adventures at Otter's Fort lately. When Otter's Fort was first built, there had been numerous young adventurers like herself ready to take on the world. But those kinds of beasts never like to stay in one place for long so now the fort was rather vacant. However, Finnerator wasn't very bothered by this. There was always time later to go out and recruit. For now, though, there were just enough people hanging around to keep up the fort and defend it against small bands of vermin*
*As the sea otter stepped out into the warm sunlight she paused a moment, inhaling deeply and enjoying the fresh smell of the sea. And thus, Finnerator, the leader of Otter's Fort, began the day. She wore a clean shirt and pants and her boots were polished. In her right paw, the otter held a longbow, and at her left hip was a dirk with an emerald pommel stone. The quiver of arrows on her back completed the look. Her copper colored fur was also well-kept and from the way she carried herself, anybeast could tell that she was a high-ranking individual*
*After taking a quick breakfast of honey cakes and juice, the ottermaid headed off to the training grounds, planning on practicing her archery on the many targets lined up in the field. She turned a few corners and found herself at the edge of the large clearing in the center of the fort. To her right was the salle where one could practice if the weather was foul and disagreeable. Alongside that building were crates of wooden weapons that were available for use as well as discarded weapons and armor that could be used for practice or in case of emergency. All the equipment was well-kept as Finnerator had ordered. She didn't want to see anybeast get injured because of a rusty sword or a hole in their armor. Besides those items, there was also a row of targets running parallel to the salle on the other side of the field*
*Finnerator was about to head for the targets, eager to show off her skills with the bow, when she noticed another beast standing in the center of the clearing. It looked to be an ottermaid, but Finnerator didn't recognize her. Must be a new member. The other otter seemed to be a warrior type, rather like Finnerator. She certainly looked like she knew how to use that staff she held in her paw. After a moment of consideration, Finnerator decided that she should at least welcome the ottermaid to the fort*
*As she walked over to greet the river otter, Finnerator decided that it would be interesting to try a spar against the other otter. So she grabbed a staff for herself from the supply of them among to the weapons. She tested its weight in her paws and satisfied she could handle it, she approached the ottermaid* Ahoy there, my name's Finnerator Rudderbow. *Finnerator took her staff in her left paw and extended her right for the otter to shak* Would you like to have a bit of a spar on this fine morning?
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Jun 16, 2007 7:31:47 GMT -5
*Tasna had been spinning the staff in her left paw. She turned her body to face the new otter who was approaching. She spun the staff behind her back from her left paw to her right paw, and slammed one end of it against the ground.
Ahoy there, my name's Finnerator Rudderbow.
Tasna smiled and extended her left paw, accepting Finnerator's pawshake. I am Tasna DeRud. Pleased to meet you Finnerator Rudderbow. And yes, a spar would be quite nice this morning. Um, staffs only? *Tasna usually liked to use an easy weapon in the first spar with someone so it wasn't difficult to determine their skill level.*
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 17, 2007 16:51:23 GMT -5
*Finnerator shook Tasna's paw firmly and with a grin* Pleased to meet you too, Tasna. *The ottermaid had been watching the way Tasna held her staff and practiced skillfully with it. If she was that good with the rest of her weapons, then Finnerator was sure she'd be a valuable addition to the fort's army. Perhaps she'd even make a good captain. It had been a while since the land fighters had a good leader. Since Flameclaw left, no beast had filled the position properly. Finnerator kept this in the back of her mind as she talked with Tasna*
Um, staffs only?
*The sea otter nodded, curoius to see what else the new member could do with a simple piece of wood* Sounds good to me. *Finnerator held her staff in both paws, holding it in front of her, and crouched down into a defensive position. It had been a while since the ottermaid had used a staff and she was never very good with it anyway, so in a way, Finnerator was testing her ability to fight in less than ideal conditions as much as she was testing Tasna's fighting ability* You first. *Finnerator said, figuring that because she was unfamiliar with the weapon, defense was her best bet*
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