Shiv, after accepting the offer given to him will look to Jevyn. "Does this mean you stared at the worg's butt hole"The viashino will say with a look of confusion.
Shiv will smile at Tak before turning towards blademaster Lang, pulling out his scimitars and handing them out to her pommel first. "Blademaster, would you do me the honor of signing my blades?"As the viashino twirls the weapons around and extends the them towards Lang, the wooden handles that at first just appeared to be textured for additional grip are shown to actually be covered in the inscriptions of names in the wood. With every name that is etched in the wood, the handles become more textured and the blades stay more secured in his hands during combat. "I like to have all the great warriors I spar with sign them, I would appreciate it if you would do me the honor of making your mark as well but if you don't want to I understand." He would say with his tail swinging excitedly.
Curious as to the fun the others seem to be having, Atlas will move to the instructor or master who appears to be most proficient with just his bare hands. "What is it you offer?"
"At last," Booms the man, " A true soldier. Enough of these shiny blades and pretty bows. These, " He holds up a pair of meaty fists, "Are the warriors true weapons. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gabriel, master of the ring."
Lang looks at Shiv curiously, but signs his blades without comment.
Atlas stands there in silence for a long, awkward moment just looking at the mans hands. They are quite impressive. The construct brings up his own hands and balls them into big, metal fists. He nods "I am a true soldier..."
Locke picks up on of the training daggers. He balances the tip of the wooden blade upright on his finger.
"Sir all this is most certainly extravagant, but some of our skills are more... subtle" Locke throws the dagger up in the air then catches it by the handle as it falls. He places it back on the table. "Does all the work you require simply involve brute force?"
"Size?" Witherwick grunts in reply. He reaches into a pocket and hands each of you a white insignia engraved with a black lion. " You're all good to go. "
He then turns to watch the wrestling match between Gabriel and Atlas.
Jevyn took the badge from Witherwick, saluted in the same manner as earlier, and then found himself a good position to watch the match between Atlas and Gabriel. Esme flapped her wings before taking off from Jevyn's shoulder, circling a ways above the match. Jevyn's eyes glazed over for a moment as he saw the ring from above, and then snapped back to his view.
Shiv will make his way over and take an insignia as well. "Thanks! We won't let you down" Then, looking down at his armor and then towards Witherwick, he would say "So you don't happen to supply you breastplates do you?
Shiv, after accepting the offer given to him will look to Jevyn. "Does this mean you stared at the worg's butt hole" The viashino will say with a look of confusion.
(hahahaha dying)
Tak will fly back down next to Jevyn and look at Shiv, " i think we both did"
To your surprise, Captain Witherwick merely chuckles.
"I always hated that bastard. Enemies of his are a friend of mine. Welcome to the Watch."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Tak slowly nods "Thank you" unsure of what he just got into.
Jevyn blinked, surprised. "He seems more like an academic than a warrior. Is he really part of the Watch?"
The man shrugs. "Technically." Is all he says.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Shiv will smile at Tak before turning towards blademaster Lang, pulling out his scimitars and handing them out to her pommel first. "Blademaster, would you do me the honor of signing my blades?" As the viashino twirls the weapons around and extends the them towards Lang, the wooden handles that at first just appeared to be textured for additional grip are shown to actually be covered in the inscriptions of names in the wood. With every name that is etched in the wood, the handles become more textured and the blades stay more secured in his hands during combat. "I like to have all the great warriors I spar with sign them, I would appreciate it if you would do me the honor of making your mark as well but if you don't want to I understand." He would say with his tail swinging excitedly.
Curious as to the fun the others seem to be having, Atlas will move to the instructor or master who appears to be most proficient with just his bare hands. "What is it you offer?"
"At last," Booms the man, " A true soldier. Enough of these shiny blades and pretty bows. These, " He holds up a pair of meaty fists, "Are the warriors true weapons. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gabriel, master of the ring."
Lang looks at Shiv curiously, but signs his blades without comment.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Atlas stands there in silence for a long, awkward moment just looking at the mans hands. They are quite impressive. The construct brings up his own hands and balls them into big, metal fists. He nods "I am a true soldier..."
Locke picks up on of the training daggers. He balances the tip of the wooden blade upright on his finger.
"Sir all this is most certainly extravagant, but some of our skills are more... subtle" Locke throws the dagger up in the air then catches it by the handle as it falls. He places it back on the table. "Does all the work you require simply involve brute force?"
"We ain't got no time for you dandy-pandies. You shoot, you cast, you spar, or you leave."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(THERE ARE NO DETECTIVES ON THE WATCH I GUESS!)
"Well then let's go to it!" Roars the man, enveloping Atlas in a bear hug and lifting him off the ground.
Athletics opposed by your Athletics/Acrobatics: 24
Rules: Basic combat with grappling, punching, readying, and shoving actions allowed.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Locke rolls his eyes at the man.
"Have it your way..." He scoffs, as he picks up 4 wooden daggers and lets them loose at the ranged targets.
Dagger 1: 21
Dagger 2: 9
Dagger 3: 21 Using Lucky Feat 6
Dagger 4: 11
"Dandy-pandies... was it?" He says sarcastically to the man.
"Size?" Witherwick grunts in reply. He reaches into a pocket and hands each of you a white insignia engraved with a black lion. " You're all good to go. "
He then turns to watch the wrestling match between Gabriel and Atlas.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Tak will accept the badge, "Thanks" and look for a perch on the watchtower in order to get a better view of the wrestling match.
Perception: 17
Jevyn took the badge from Witherwick, saluted in the same manner as earlier, and then found himself a good position to watch the match between Atlas and Gabriel. Esme flapped her wings before taking off from Jevyn's shoulder, circling a ways above the match. Jevyn's eyes glazed over for a moment as he saw the ring from above, and then snapped back to his view.
Shiv will make his way over and take an insignia as well. "Thanks! We won't let you down" Then, looking down at his armor and then towards Witherwick, he would say "So you don't happen to supply you breastplates do you?
"The standard issue uniform is a chain shirt, shortbow, helmet, and shortsword. They'll be brought to you presently."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash