WHO: Two Geckos + an assortment of guest stars WHAT: Summary of content WHEN: Late Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, misc. Kirkwall haunts. NOTES: Will update as needed.
"Hands off the sharp spot, don't drop the sword, aim for the head, end it quickly." It's sunny already, and Tiffany takes the chance to step backwards into the shadow cast by the wall. That gives some relief. She smiles.
"My master of arms always told us to act with education and with confidence. Learn, and then, once you know what you're doing, don't be weak in doing it. Commit to each blow. I've always thought that was good advice even off of the field of battle."
Master of arms? The closest Seth ever had to that was Uncle Eddie, whose enduring advice—
Well, nothing as inspirational as what's being imparted here.
"What'd your master of arms have to tell someone who'd never held a sword in their life?"
Or at least, never held one properly. Richie can probably download a cheat sheet for this, but Seth was going to be stuck figuring this out the old fashioned way: from scratch.
It's a joke. Ser Beechworth was never so negative. Harsh, but a believer. Tiffany gives the newcomer a smile to take any sting out of her sarcasm. A little shrug to take some of the rest.
"But if that's not an option, he would suggest to get a good tutor. I'm one of those, if you're interested. There's a few others with Riftwatch, if it turns out we don't suit one another."
She hefts her sword, light and expert, gives a neat little twist of her wrist. The blade flashes in the sunlight. It looks pretty and cool and like she knows what she's doing, because she very much does.
But also because so far there's nothing objectionable. She's here, she's holding a sword. Why waste time finding a new person to embarrass himself in front of.
"What's step one?"
No attempt yet to mimic the twist of her wrist, but he does adopt the position of her hand on the hilt of his own sword. Step one, probably a hand position thing, if Uncle Eddie's firearms training has any crossover.
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"My master of arms always told us to act with education and with confidence. Learn, and then, once you know what you're doing, don't be weak in doing it. Commit to each blow. I've always thought that was good advice even off of the field of battle."
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Master of arms? The closest Seth ever had to that was Uncle Eddie, whose enduring advice—
Well, nothing as inspirational as what's being imparted here.
"What'd your master of arms have to tell someone who'd never held a sword in their life?"
Or at least, never held one properly. Richie can probably download a cheat sheet for this, but Seth was going to be stuck figuring this out the old fashioned way: from scratch.
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It's a joke. Ser Beechworth was never so negative. Harsh, but a believer. Tiffany gives the newcomer a smile to take any sting out of her sarcasm. A little shrug to take some of the rest.
"But if that's not an option, he would suggest to get a good tutor. I'm one of those, if you're interested. There's a few others with Riftwatch, if it turns out we don't suit one another."
She hefts her sword, light and expert, gives a neat little twist of her wrist. The blade flashes in the sunlight. It looks pretty and cool and like she knows what she's doing, because she very much does.
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Just a passing observation: she's pretty.
But also because so far there's nothing objectionable. She's here, she's holding a sword. Why waste time finding a new person to embarrass himself in front of.
"What's step one?"
No attempt yet to mimic the twist of her wrist, but he does adopt the position of her hand on the hilt of his own sword. Step one, probably a hand position thing, if Uncle Eddie's firearms training has any crossover.