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Post by peter on Apr 27, 2006 16:31:03 GMT -5
Peter stood on the eastern ramparts of Cair Paravel and looked out over the valley beyond. The grassy lawns were covered in colorful tents and wide yards where various creatures were practicing. The entire camp of the Narnian Army was bustling and alive with creatures who worked on armor and weaponry, practiced, sparred, and chatted with others. Descending the wall, he made his way towards the camp, and was greeted by General Orieus. The powerful centaur was clad in his favorite armor and bearing his three swords.
"King Peter, the army has begun to assemble, and creatures are answering the recruitment call."
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Post by Jared and Mark on Apr 28, 2006 0:11:46 GMT -5
Jared stood by himself, spinning his spear around himself at an alarming rate. He was going threw his training routine, of speed, then conditioning. He soon layed his spear aside, and started doing some stretches. He was feeling quiet lonely, but he was used to it since his brother had been killed.
(He could use somebody to talk or spar with.)
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Post by gravile on Apr 29, 2006 2:30:45 GMT -5
Arnel stood by Peters side "I am sorry for my rudeness earlier my lord I was angered and pained," he said gently he was in full battledress and was carrying a golden sheild and a silver sword he looked like gold had been lain across his form and it had moulded exactly to his shape he moved slowly you could tell just by looking at him that he was sad "My lord if I die in this war you can have this," he handed to Peter a silver chain with a small golden crown at the end "That makes you the protector of the dryads something I clearly failed in," he walked away slowly at first but then faster
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Post by Eric on Apr 29, 2006 8:56:36 GMT -5
Eric was out sitting in a field lost in thought but aware of many things around him. He got up and headed back to the camp and saw Jared standing alone. He went over to him. "Hey nice spear what's it made from?" He asked in wonder.
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Post by Jared and Mark on Apr 29, 2006 12:42:46 GMT -5
"Damamacss steel." He said, pointing out the blades blue tint, and wave like pattern. "And hard red oak." He pointed out, running his paw down the shaft. He noticed the humans sword. "Fancy a spar?"
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Post by Eric on Apr 29, 2006 15:17:59 GMT -5
"Sure but I must warn you," he smiled and pulled his sword from its sheath in the back. He bowed to Jared then held his sword with both hands and looked at him with an evil grin.
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Post by Jared and Mark on Apr 29, 2006 19:18:16 GMT -5
Jared stood in a guarding, spear held tightly in both paws. He started to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. Suddenly without warning, he thrust forward with his spear, heading toward Eric's chest.
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Post by Eric on Apr 29, 2006 22:25:03 GMT -5
(is jared like a fox-man?)
Out of instinct Eric held up his blade to block the attack then quickly thrust it at Jareds back paw. He laughed when he blocked Jared's attack.
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Post by Jared and Mark on Apr 29, 2006 23:54:46 GMT -5
(Nope, he is just a fox that can stand on his back paws.)
Jared jumped back, but not fast enough, the sword still hit him on the paw. But just gave him a small cut, he smiled at the human. "You are quiet fast." He said, he jumped forward, fake stabed at Eric's arm, but then aimed for his stomach.
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Post by peter on Apr 30, 2006 1:06:05 GMT -5
Peter nodded to Arnel and took the chain, though he replied, "I don't think you have failed just yet, Arnel. Don't give up hope."
He and Orieus moved over to watch the duel, nodding as each fighter displayed their skills.
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Post by gravile on Apr 30, 2006 2:37:48 GMT -5
Arnels sword arm wa sitching "My lord would you like to spar with me,"
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Post by peter on May 2, 2006 23:31:11 GMT -5
Peter nodded with a grin. "Of course, Arnel." He drew his sword, the blade flashing in the sunlight as he moved into the sparring ring. "When you're ready."
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Post by Torin and Cenera Dartfeather on May 3, 2006 10:51:14 GMT -5
A steely-grey griffin advanced towards the two with long, elegant strides. Iron paws barely touching the grass, the creature flexed his dappled wings as he halted in his tracks. Slumping to the ground nearby the sparring pair, he watched the battle with obvious intent. His golden orbs studied the tiniest movement of the warriors, tail sweeping the grass before entwining itself around his hinds like dark ivy.
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Post by gravile on May 4, 2006 2:03:50 GMT -5
He put down his sspear he was wearing and carrying his shield and armour he drew his own sword it glowed a silver gold whilst it was exposed to sunlight he jabbed at peter feinting to the left and stabbing again
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Post by ~::Susan the Gentle::~ on May 4, 2006 17:07:00 GMT -5
Susan watched amusedly as they sparred. "Archers! Over here!" she called out, raising her own bow. She was dressed in her sleek archery tunic once more. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she stood regularly, hoping to train the archers better. For a little accuracy shot, she nocked her bow in the blink of an eye, and had an apple a couple meters away shot down. She went over and drew the arrow out, examining the hole in the apple. The arrow has gone all the way through, and knocked the apple clean off the branch.
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