The New Dragon Riders: Du Fyrn Vindr (IC)

[Roran Hawkins]

As all the new riders chose their weapons from the rack, Roran walked back to his own weapon rack. He pointed at the student whom he had seen doubting between several swords, and who had picked a bastard sword. He however thought it might be a bit too heavy for him, since often bastard swords were still a bit longer than one-handed swords, and using them in one hand would slow you down. He had jumped to extremes a bit, going from a standard shortsword to a larger two-handed sword. If he would have tried either the broadsword or slightly longer arming sword he might have found something more to his liking, but perhaps he was wrong. He grabbed a bastard sword from the racks and nodded at the student.

"Zacar, duel me. To all the others, you included: Don't choose lightly, but don't ponder too much. This is a training, you still have your time to find out which weapon suits you most. I suggest that you test every single weapon here and only choose after fighting with each of them for a while. That being said, are you ready Zacar?" Roran said, before adopting a basic fighting stance. "Then we can begin." He said, upon charging forwards and delivering a fast downwards cut aimed at the head of the young person infront of him.

[Argetlam350]

Zacar was taken by surprise by the quick attack from Roran. He staggered back, only narrowly blocking Roran’s blow as he did. He took his stance after recovering from the sudden attack. Gripping the bastard sword in two hands he circled Roran for a second and then charged himself, swinging downward, aiming to land a blow hopefully on Roran’s torso. He hadn't adjusted to the weight of the sword though, despite how he had liked the feel of it earlier.
You are to arrogant, Auron said in his head ,Roran's going to leave you with lots of bruises I can see all ready.
Shut it you lizard, Zacar quickly replied so he could concentrate on Roran.

Durok watched the apprentices practice, huffing to himself under his breath ",These kids are good only for wild dragon fodder. Look at how you can predict their moves. My weapons were made for better use then this." Yet he also knew they were apprentices, still in training, he was a stubborn dwarf who felt that the apprentices could always do better then what they did do.

[Roran Hawkins]

Roran suddenly leaned to the right, dodged the immediate danger of the sword stroke, and held his sword in an angle of 45° upwards pointing at Zacar's chest. The moment Zacar would continue his swing he would run right into the point, skewering himself if it was a real fight. When Roran felt the wooden sword connect, he held his position for a moment, before winking at the beaten apprentice. "Don't worry! You'll get better! At your age I didn't even know what end of a sword to hold!" He said in the Old Language. All pupils had to learn the Ancient Language, and therefor all teachers were asked to only speak in that language, a rule Roran liked, yet disliked. When the rule would have just started, pupils would have trouble uderstanding him, such as they now probably would. However, those understanding him would've known he couldn't be lying. However, unbeknownst to them, Roran did know how to hold a sword at Zacar's age already. He had however, advanced to learning new techniques which involved using the sword as a pickaxe to pummel the opponent, or several other attacks which involved holding the blade itself, such as the mortslagh.

He lowered his sword and bowed. "You already seem to be able to perform the most basic attacks, but you seem to put too much force into your attacks. If you put too much force into an attack, missing or being parried will throw you off balance, as I just took advantage of. It doesn't matter if you cut your foe's head untill your blade is stuck between his eyes. He'll be just as dead even halfway there." He advised the young man.

He turned around to face the other students again. "Would the next student step forwards again?"

[Maria127]

Sandra A.K.A Hawk Eye

Sandra looks at her surroundings there were a lot of mountains so she guessed she had found the Beor Mountains. She looked up at her dragon which she had nicknamed Moe because his name was long. She stoked her dragons neck fondly as they walked thorough the valley of the Beor mountains. They were being carful they knew what lived in or near the Boer mountains and they were dangerous. She glanced around the area before turning to her dragon once more.
"Hey, what do you think Moe? Should we rest up for the night or continue our journey?" her dragon merely growled lightly in response as it thought about it.
"~That depends little one, how quickly do you want to get to that training place you spoke of?"~ Moe said into Sandra's mind.


Sandra's eyes narrowed when her dragon named Moe called her 'little one'. "I have a name you know..., but I'd prefer to continue our journey that way we can get to our destination quicker." her dragon nodded ~"climb onto my back and I will continue to fly us towards our destination. You ned to rest."~ Sandra climbs onto his back and they take flight. Sandra soon falling asleep on her dragons back.