Ashan 27, Arc 721
This here, the son of Ziell decided, as he approached the center of Hopetoun and let his gaze drift across the group of a dozen people that were gathered there, promised to be a most interesting experience. When Darius Baer, the leader of Hopetoun, a former student of his, had asked him if he would be willing to give his settlers some basic combat training, he had of course agreed. In his letter, Darius had mentioned that there were only a handful of personal swords, but he had expected that the rest would at least have some sort of other proper weapon.
One of the settlers, a woman of approximately thirty arcs of age with blonde hair that she wore in a thick braid carried a pitchfork though, one of the men had shouldered a hammer that looked like he usually used it for various work-related activities, there was a gentleman with some sort of walking stick that had a metal tip, and one of the settlers had even arrived empty-handed which made him wonder what he expected to be taught here.
Once upon a time, he might have made a less than favorable comment. Nowadays, he recognized that the settlers were doing their best though. For that reason, he decided to be optimistic and hopeful.
Those of them that did not have any swords of their own (or other normal weapons) seemed to have brought the closest things to a weapon that they owned, and what more, they seemed to be curious and eager to learn which was something that was far more important than already owning a sword. Swords could be acquired later on (which was something that he would make sure would happen before long, one way or another).
When it came to learning certain things, such as the proper footwork, one did not necessarily need to hold a weapon, and later on, the settlers would just be able to take turns, like Darius had suggested in his letter. It was, of course, not ideal, but he was determined to make it work.
With that thought in mind, the Mortalborn who was dressed in a sturdy black outfit that was appropriate for the kind of activities that he would soon engage in, his Grave Gold blade strapped across his back, greeted them. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen”, he spoke in a tone of voice that was calm, firm and polite. “Your leader, Mister Baer, asked me to give you some combat training. As some of you may know I was the one who taught him how to wield a sword. My goal for this lesson is to teach you the proper footwork as well a few basic offensive and defensive moves so that you know what to do in case of an attack”, he told them so that they would know what to expect from this lesson.
What he did of course not tell them was that he would make sure that they knew which end of the sword to stab the one that they were fighting with by the end of the lesson. That, he decided, was something that anybody that had a functioning brain would know automatically. Making a comment in that regard would be insulting in his opinion. It was impossible to confuse the tip and the hilt. As far as he was concerned, the unfortunately very popular sentence “Stick them with the pointy end!” was an entirely superfluous piece of advice.
This here, the son of Ziell decided, as he approached the center of Hopetoun and let his gaze drift across the group of a dozen people that were gathered there, promised to be a most interesting experience. When Darius Baer, the leader of Hopetoun, a former student of his, had asked him if he would be willing to give his settlers some basic combat training, he had of course agreed. In his letter, Darius had mentioned that there were only a handful of personal swords, but he had expected that the rest would at least have some sort of other proper weapon.
One of the settlers, a woman of approximately thirty arcs of age with blonde hair that she wore in a thick braid carried a pitchfork though, one of the men had shouldered a hammer that looked like he usually used it for various work-related activities, there was a gentleman with some sort of walking stick that had a metal tip, and one of the settlers had even arrived empty-handed which made him wonder what he expected to be taught here.
Once upon a time, he might have made a less than favorable comment. Nowadays, he recognized that the settlers were doing their best though. For that reason, he decided to be optimistic and hopeful.
Those of them that did not have any swords of their own (or other normal weapons) seemed to have brought the closest things to a weapon that they owned, and what more, they seemed to be curious and eager to learn which was something that was far more important than already owning a sword. Swords could be acquired later on (which was something that he would make sure would happen before long, one way or another).
When it came to learning certain things, such as the proper footwork, one did not necessarily need to hold a weapon, and later on, the settlers would just be able to take turns, like Darius had suggested in his letter. It was, of course, not ideal, but he was determined to make it work.
With that thought in mind, the Mortalborn who was dressed in a sturdy black outfit that was appropriate for the kind of activities that he would soon engage in, his Grave Gold blade strapped across his back, greeted them. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen”, he spoke in a tone of voice that was calm, firm and polite. “Your leader, Mister Baer, asked me to give you some combat training. As some of you may know I was the one who taught him how to wield a sword. My goal for this lesson is to teach you the proper footwork as well a few basic offensive and defensive moves so that you know what to do in case of an attack”, he told them so that they would know what to expect from this lesson.
What he did of course not tell them was that he would make sure that they knew which end of the sword to stab the one that they were fighting with by the end of the lesson. That, he decided, was something that anybody that had a functioning brain would know automatically. Making a comment in that regard would be insulting in his opinion. It was impossible to confuse the tip and the hilt. As far as he was concerned, the unfortunately very popular sentence “Stick them with the pointy end!” was an entirely superfluous piece of advice.
