Post by The Great Other on Aug 28, 2012 19:56:50 GMT -5
Jory walks straight into Nestor’s solar. He barges through the door and stomps over to Nestor, who is at his desk, scribbling on a small book.
“I wish to be knighted. I’m ready.” Jory says in the most commanding voice he can.
Nestor slowly puts down his quill, and turns around with a smile. “So you think you’re ready. Isn’t that my job to deem you ready or not?”
“Then deem it! I’m an excellent Squire. I’m dutiful, I train hard, I ride and groom horses well. My fighting is up to part with Knights out there I know it is!”
Nestor frowns and speaks calmly to the clearly irritated Jory. “But you lack patience, you are impulsive, and over confident. All of those things can get you killed in battle.”
Jory just stares at Nestor, furiously. “High lords children would be knighted by know if they had my skill set. It’s because I’m from a low house and a squire to one!”
Those words seem to wound Nestor a bit, he tried to give Jory the best training he could, but it is true he does not have the resources other houses do.
“Fine, but you are to undergo one final trial. Does that sound fair to you?”
Jory is stunned by the words. ‘One final trial’ echoes and echoes through his head. “That sounds more than fair, Ser, you honor me, thank you.”
“Not like you gave me much choice, boy.” Nestor says as he stands up and stretches his arms. “Alright let’s go out to the field. Fetch me Lars Longlake on the way, and make sure to armor yourself, and have him do the same.”
“Aye aye, Ser.” Jory replies with a smile and a quick bow before he sprints out of the room to find Lars.
Nestor just shakes his head and goes to gather his own armor. He would bring it but make his squire put it on for him. He was not a knight yet after all.
Lars and Jory come out to the field, in their full armor, as Nestor is taking his first gulp of ale while waiting for them.
“Good you’re here, now dress me in my armor and we can get started.” Nestor says as he puts down his horn and stands.
Jory seems annoyed that he still needs to perform the task, but that just makes Nestor smile. Once Jory is finished putting on Nestor’s armor he falls back to where Lars is standing, straightens out his own plates, and puts his hand on the hilt of his sword. Lars looks over at the boy and rolls his eyes.
“So what is all this, Ser Nestor?” Lars asks.
“Jory wants to be a Knight, so I’m giving him a quick trial.”
Lars looks shocked; this was obviously not what he was expecting when Jory brought him out here.
“Now this is how it’s going to be. Jory, you and Lars will fight me. If you win then I will Knight you. If I win, then you will never demand Knighthood out of me again, and you will stay as a Squire until I knight you in my own time.” Nestor puts out the rules. “Is that understood?”
Jory looks over at Lars, the ruff looking man at arms is standing still seemingly unaffected by what Nestor has said. “I understand Ser. Lars and I will defeat you in battle and then I will be knighted.”
Nestor lets out a bellowing laugh, and finds it hard to stop. Lars’ face cringes at the laugh. “Yes that is right. now let’s begin.” Nestor says as he grabs his Warhammer.
Jory wastes no time and dashes out at Nestor while drawing his long sword. Nestor has no trouble batting the boy away, slamming his warhammer into Jory’s shield. The hit already throws Jory off balance, and he takes a moment to catch himself. Fortunately for him, though, Lars is now on the attack, and Nestor and he are locked in battle, warhammer versus battle axe. Jory stares in awe for a moment as the two warriors battle it out, before he realizes he should be lending Lars aid.
As Jory makes his way into the fray and starts to throw in his own strikes, he realizes the difference between Lars and Nestor. The battle was not as even as it looked. For one Nestor does not seem to be affected by the addition of Jory, but also Lars is clearly winded but Nestor is still breathing easy, blocking strikes from both opponents and somehow still finding time to throw in his own attacks.
It does not take long for Nestor to find Lars’ back and the hammer rocks the ruff man to the ground. Lars tries to push himself up but just falls back to the ground, exhausted. Now Jory is facing the full attention of Nestor, which puts him on the constant defensive. He falls back and falls back trying to find an opening between Nestor’s strikes to give one of his own. He holds off Nestor for a while but fatigue starts to set in and he finds himself slower with each parry and finds his shield is growing heavier and heavier. Nestor lands and powerful blow which knocks Jory right off of his feet, and forces him to the ground. Nestor stands over him hammer in hand.
“Yield, boy.” Nestor says to him.
Jory tries a quick maneuver to get up, but Nestor hits him back down and places a boot on his chest.
“You must know when to yield in friendly combat or you are likely to be killed.” Nestor says still trying to teach the boy.
“Fine I yield.” Jory says as he throws his sword away in frustration.
“Good, now no more of this cocky attitude of yours. I will knight you when you are ready, and you will be a better and stronger Knight than the Lordlings that are knighted to early.” Nestor then puts out his hand to help his squire to his feet. Jory takes his hand and they both go over to make sure Lars is alright.
“I need some ale.” Is all Lars says as they help him up. They all laugh at that and drink the ale Nestor had brought out earlier.
(Jory's Longsword Improves to Noteworthy)
“I wish to be knighted. I’m ready.” Jory says in the most commanding voice he can.
Nestor slowly puts down his quill, and turns around with a smile. “So you think you’re ready. Isn’t that my job to deem you ready or not?”
“Then deem it! I’m an excellent Squire. I’m dutiful, I train hard, I ride and groom horses well. My fighting is up to part with Knights out there I know it is!”
Nestor frowns and speaks calmly to the clearly irritated Jory. “But you lack patience, you are impulsive, and over confident. All of those things can get you killed in battle.”
Jory just stares at Nestor, furiously. “High lords children would be knighted by know if they had my skill set. It’s because I’m from a low house and a squire to one!”
Those words seem to wound Nestor a bit, he tried to give Jory the best training he could, but it is true he does not have the resources other houses do.
“Fine, but you are to undergo one final trial. Does that sound fair to you?”
Jory is stunned by the words. ‘One final trial’ echoes and echoes through his head. “That sounds more than fair, Ser, you honor me, thank you.”
“Not like you gave me much choice, boy.” Nestor says as he stands up and stretches his arms. “Alright let’s go out to the field. Fetch me Lars Longlake on the way, and make sure to armor yourself, and have him do the same.”
“Aye aye, Ser.” Jory replies with a smile and a quick bow before he sprints out of the room to find Lars.
Nestor just shakes his head and goes to gather his own armor. He would bring it but make his squire put it on for him. He was not a knight yet after all.
Lars and Jory come out to the field, in their full armor, as Nestor is taking his first gulp of ale while waiting for them.
“Good you’re here, now dress me in my armor and we can get started.” Nestor says as he puts down his horn and stands.
Jory seems annoyed that he still needs to perform the task, but that just makes Nestor smile. Once Jory is finished putting on Nestor’s armor he falls back to where Lars is standing, straightens out his own plates, and puts his hand on the hilt of his sword. Lars looks over at the boy and rolls his eyes.
“So what is all this, Ser Nestor?” Lars asks.
“Jory wants to be a Knight, so I’m giving him a quick trial.”
Lars looks shocked; this was obviously not what he was expecting when Jory brought him out here.
“Now this is how it’s going to be. Jory, you and Lars will fight me. If you win then I will Knight you. If I win, then you will never demand Knighthood out of me again, and you will stay as a Squire until I knight you in my own time.” Nestor puts out the rules. “Is that understood?”
Jory looks over at Lars, the ruff looking man at arms is standing still seemingly unaffected by what Nestor has said. “I understand Ser. Lars and I will defeat you in battle and then I will be knighted.”
Nestor lets out a bellowing laugh, and finds it hard to stop. Lars’ face cringes at the laugh. “Yes that is right. now let’s begin.” Nestor says as he grabs his Warhammer.
Jory wastes no time and dashes out at Nestor while drawing his long sword. Nestor has no trouble batting the boy away, slamming his warhammer into Jory’s shield. The hit already throws Jory off balance, and he takes a moment to catch himself. Fortunately for him, though, Lars is now on the attack, and Nestor and he are locked in battle, warhammer versus battle axe. Jory stares in awe for a moment as the two warriors battle it out, before he realizes he should be lending Lars aid.
As Jory makes his way into the fray and starts to throw in his own strikes, he realizes the difference between Lars and Nestor. The battle was not as even as it looked. For one Nestor does not seem to be affected by the addition of Jory, but also Lars is clearly winded but Nestor is still breathing easy, blocking strikes from both opponents and somehow still finding time to throw in his own attacks.
It does not take long for Nestor to find Lars’ back and the hammer rocks the ruff man to the ground. Lars tries to push himself up but just falls back to the ground, exhausted. Now Jory is facing the full attention of Nestor, which puts him on the constant defensive. He falls back and falls back trying to find an opening between Nestor’s strikes to give one of his own. He holds off Nestor for a while but fatigue starts to set in and he finds himself slower with each parry and finds his shield is growing heavier and heavier. Nestor lands and powerful blow which knocks Jory right off of his feet, and forces him to the ground. Nestor stands over him hammer in hand.
“Yield, boy.” Nestor says to him.
Jory tries a quick maneuver to get up, but Nestor hits him back down and places a boot on his chest.
“You must know when to yield in friendly combat or you are likely to be killed.” Nestor says still trying to teach the boy.
“Fine I yield.” Jory says as he throws his sword away in frustration.
“Good, now no more of this cocky attitude of yours. I will knight you when you are ready, and you will be a better and stronger Knight than the Lordlings that are knighted to early.” Nestor then puts out his hand to help his squire to his feet. Jory takes his hand and they both go over to make sure Lars is alright.
“I need some ale.” Is all Lars says as they help him up. They all laugh at that and drink the ale Nestor had brought out earlier.
(Jory's Longsword Improves to Noteworthy)