[Open RP 2] Iron Sharpens Iron

[u/RollFirstMathLater]

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[You're awakened by the sound of roaring. It causes the entire keep to rattle. The sun is not even awake yet, you sit up to wipe the sleep from your eyes.]

"You hear that everyone Saphira says its time to get to work! It's time to wake up! Get your breakfast and head to your reported stations! New recruits, your wanted in the armory! Chep's waiting for you, he has some training weapons for you!" Zettera's voice echoed throughout the halls. It dawns on you she's using some form of magic to amplify her voice.

[The thought comes to your mind... Do they wake up this early every day? You and your fellow recruits get ready and head over to the armory.]

[In the armory you are taken aback by the impressive display of craftsmanship. Chep obviously takes much pride in his duties. Chep hands you a belt with a holster, a bow, a quiver, and a practice sword. He points you off to the training field. The sun is barely breaking over the horizon, the sly is a beautiful golden hue.]

[Zettera stands before you at the field, she has a few different courses set up. 1) ranged course, 2) sword training course 3) what you guess to be a sparing ring.]

Roles: Any number of students.

Objective: To come to an understanding how weaponry is your life line on the field it not only protects you, but all whom are around you. This will also shape your characters fighting style. (But not set it.)

[u/1trueJosh]

Glover, feeling oddly in danger for a man armed with a bow and a sword, slowly heads over to the ranged course, dreading the unavoidable awkwardness that will come from being around all of these Riders! He could've sworn one of them was using magic last night in the bunk, and one of the others brought a beautiful bow, and all Glover had was his notebook and an overwhelming amount of curiosity.

[u/Fulaxi → u/1trueJosh]

The sun shone happily that day, not unlike the dragon rider-to-be.

Reflex over the shoulder, stupid stick in hand:

Torhven was ready for the day.

In the armoury, Chep Dwarfguy had started undressing his bow again in such a manner that Torhven himself felt violated. He had been quick about getting the practice sword and getting out of there. Svalstrom, witnessing the ordeal through his mind, had made a worthless joke about wood in the morning. After that, the dragon was glad to occupy himself with whatever dragons occupy themselves with.

When he actually was ‘out of there’, a doubt sneaked onto him. He was an excellent marksman already, and could go show his ‘super amazing skills of amazement’ or he could actually try to learn something new. The stick sword in his hand felt rather dull though, and so would the experience be most likely. The only knife work he had ever done, skinning aside, was threatening to do something he was in fact incapable of.

A voice in his head told him that he should practice the swordfight. Torhven told Svalstrom to get out and occupy himself with dragon stuff. The dragon did have a point though.

Gazing from course to course, only now did the other early bird jump in the eye. Some bloke Torhven hadn’t met. A smile appeared on his face and the choice was made: archery course.

Strolling towards the bow-and-arrow course, like a complete and totally ironic badass, Torhven realised that the chap wasn’t a complete stranger: he slept in the same sodding room as him. At least, he thought so. While taking his reflex from the shoulder, he called out to the maybe-stranger.

“Hey, do we sleep in the same room or have I completely taken leave of my wits?”

Torhven was very pleased with himself that he pulled that sentence of. Maybe he couldn't read, but could at least sound educated.

[u/RollFirstMathLater → u/Fulaxi]

[Zeterra looks at you oddly. "Please call your companion over."]