Post by JOSH DRAGOMIR on Nov 24, 2014 0:24:04 GMT -6
It was a cold afternoon in Woodkeep's Market. Yet, an oddly quiet one... The shops were unmanned. The streets were eerily quiet, no bodies, no humans or any other sorts walking through it going about their business... What was going on?
Head to the center of town and find out.
In the center of town, a crowd had flocked. A circle had been formed. It was like the medieval equivalent of Fight Club but in public. And in the center? Two young men, swords in hand, duelling.
One was wearing a full suit of steel built armour, heavy armour by the looks of it. The man's family insignia emblazoned the chestplate, the man himself looked to be around 5'11, and had the obvious build of a warrior. His longsword would roundhouse swing, clashing against and meeting another blade...
It would meet a greatsword. This royal looking blade looked heavy, for sure, but its handle and hilt told of golden dragons, and royalty... Its blade like steel-toned fire. And yet, its wielder swung the heavy weapon with relative ease, with a single hand. Who knew what strength this particular warrior could possess to pull off such a feat?
The other man in the equation looked to be more muscular then the first, which was kind of obvious given the strength. This man looked to be around 6'1, and was clas in dark blue and red armour, who's material was unknown to spectators. But spikes on the shoulders, spikes on the feet... This suit, topped off with a helmet that resembled the head of a dragon... It was intimidating yet regal, a symbol of hope as free as the red cape that flowed from the back in the wind.
Hack, slash... Would it end? Blade met blade as both helmeted and armoured men would strike at one another with skill, experince and finesse. The shorter one would throw one more aggressive strike, and the crowd would "Ohhhh" as the taller one wouldn't block it with his sword... But would instead grip the flat hard with a hand. He would take the opening to sock his opponent in the front of the helmet, the force of the blow causing him to almost drop his weapon as he staggered back. It gave the taller one an opening to slash through the armoured side with sudden surprising speed, and then bring the flat of the blade down on his head, knocking him over.
The crowd would cheer as the friendly duel ended. The taller one would sheathe the large blade and hold out a hand to help up his opponent. He would take the hand and he would help him to his feet. The crowd would cheer again before both figures would remove their helmets.
One had red hair, and a youthful face. A looking warrior looking to make a name for themselves. The other? Long blonde haired flowed from the face of the brown-eyed 21 year old who would be recognized as the Dragon Rider Josh Dragonir, who would shake the hand of his sparring partner before both went their seperate ways as the commotion began to die down...
They'd put on a show, and Josh had gotten to feel that rush of adrenaline in combat once again. It was good for everyone. A nice change of pace in the afternoon to take peoples minds off their troubles.
Head to the center of town and find out.
In the center of town, a crowd had flocked. A circle had been formed. It was like the medieval equivalent of Fight Club but in public. And in the center? Two young men, swords in hand, duelling.
One was wearing a full suit of steel built armour, heavy armour by the looks of it. The man's family insignia emblazoned the chestplate, the man himself looked to be around 5'11, and had the obvious build of a warrior. His longsword would roundhouse swing, clashing against and meeting another blade...
It would meet a greatsword. This royal looking blade looked heavy, for sure, but its handle and hilt told of golden dragons, and royalty... Its blade like steel-toned fire. And yet, its wielder swung the heavy weapon with relative ease, with a single hand. Who knew what strength this particular warrior could possess to pull off such a feat?
The other man in the equation looked to be more muscular then the first, which was kind of obvious given the strength. This man looked to be around 6'1, and was clas in dark blue and red armour, who's material was unknown to spectators. But spikes on the shoulders, spikes on the feet... This suit, topped off with a helmet that resembled the head of a dragon... It was intimidating yet regal, a symbol of hope as free as the red cape that flowed from the back in the wind.
Hack, slash... Would it end? Blade met blade as both helmeted and armoured men would strike at one another with skill, experince and finesse. The shorter one would throw one more aggressive strike, and the crowd would "Ohhhh" as the taller one wouldn't block it with his sword... But would instead grip the flat hard with a hand. He would take the opening to sock his opponent in the front of the helmet, the force of the blow causing him to almost drop his weapon as he staggered back. It gave the taller one an opening to slash through the armoured side with sudden surprising speed, and then bring the flat of the blade down on his head, knocking him over.
The crowd would cheer as the friendly duel ended. The taller one would sheathe the large blade and hold out a hand to help up his opponent. He would take the hand and he would help him to his feet. The crowd would cheer again before both figures would remove their helmets.
One had red hair, and a youthful face. A looking warrior looking to make a name for themselves. The other? Long blonde haired flowed from the face of the brown-eyed 21 year old who would be recognized as the Dragon Rider Josh Dragonir, who would shake the hand of his sparring partner before both went their seperate ways as the commotion began to die down...
They'd put on a show, and Josh had gotten to feel that rush of adrenaline in combat once again. It was good for everyone. A nice change of pace in the afternoon to take peoples minds off their troubles.