The Dark Knight Rises

Andráska starts his first day as a certified knight of Rynmere.

1st of Saun 716

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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1st of Saun, 716 Arc
  • "How does it fit?"

    A lean figure rotated in the floor length mirror that was propped against the wall of shop, admiring himself. Dressed in dark leather, the black sheen reflected in the sunlight, and Andráska shifted his pose. The buckles and stitching of his armor were straight and tight, not a single one out of place. And while the make was simple, not personalized or embellished, the leather was supple and made him look stronger. His chest and shoulders were broader, his arms thicker. His reflection grinned back at him, the darkness of his eyes appearing deeper. He was... excited. "A good fit," Andráska complimented, patting the old armour smith on the arm with a goodnatured pat, "You know my body better than I do." He laughed.

    The smith gave a snort, "Just measurements, m'lord. You won't like it so much in the Saun heat, I'm sure," a small smile crept under the grey mustache, "It does fit ya though." A nod, and he retrieved a long cloth and held it out to the youth, "Welcome to the knighthood."

    Green eyes lowered to the gift and Andráska stared in surprise at the cape being offered. It was long, and the fabric shifted easily. Its color... was a pale pink, like the petals of a rose. He sighed. This wasn't intimidating at all! He said nothing as the smith moved to attached it to his shoulders and when the old man pulled away, the cape was in full affect. In the mirror was a tall and dashing rogue... or a rogue in knight's clothing. His figure was imposing - a dark symbol of justice and power. Amusing, considering how many times the Venora could remember disturbing the peace with intoxicated shouts and laughter. His dark features and stubble gave him a wild appearance, while the pink.. the pink added something softer.

    Not the best effect when the threat of violence was at your doorstep, but... meh. Andás was still staring at himself when his companion returned to his side with a sword and scabbard. The sword was a hand and a half and he raised his eyebrows at the dark metal. The steel was new, untested. Andáska barely knew anything about the weapon, but he attached the belt to his waist, too eager. His first patrol of the city would be starting soon, and he flexed a gloved hand, and turned towards the door.

    Before he left, however, he grabbed the crossbow that sat, bolt ready and safety on, from the chair. A sword was nice, but he was friendlier with his arrows. Giving a wave to the Iron Hand's smith, András dipped out of door. He was a man of the law now and his shift started now. It was time to act like it. His grin didn't start fading until he had reached the end of the street and the humidity began to slowly draw the life from him.

    Somewhere, thunder cracked softly.
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"My two natures had memory in common."
1st of Saun, 716 Arc
  • It was hot. Unbearably hot. Sticky hot. There was so much moisture in the air, András felt like he was breathing underwater. Nothing was happening, but still he kept walking, eyeing the citizens around him. Most ignored him, a few glanced in his direction but lost interest. Where were the thieves stealing coin purses that needed a firm hand? The girls with kittens stuck in trees that would swoon when he retrieved them? The noble groaned, pouting at how boring patrol was and willed one foot in front of the other. Occasionally, he spotted another knight, one of higher rank, dressed in chainmail or plate. Oh, how he didn't envy those men.

    "What's worse," András began asking one of his comrades as they were walking by, "Being stuck in a leather suit all day in Saun, or lugging around a metal one?"

    They looked at one another, then scoffed, "I'd say being a runt with a girl's name and a pink cape," The two knights laughed, blowing him off. András blinked, and then frowned. What? He wasn't a runt. He was taller than them!

    He faked laughter and then slid in front of the men, blocking their path, "Here's the thing," he purred to the one who insulted him, cocking his head and looking at a spot on the man's chest plate. Andráska spit on the metal and started using the edge of his gloved hand to buff it, "I'm a Venora, and unfortunately one of the more important ones," he smiled at the outrage of the man in front of him. Andáska's hand was slapped away, but the smirk didn't leave his face, "That means, even on my worst day. Dressed in pink, or dressed in nothing, women will always choose me over you. Men, too, if that's what you prefer. I -"

    The knight had heard enough. He shoved Andráska back, whose booted foot flew back to catch himself, "I can fucking destroy you, you know that?"

    Andráska knew indeed, but he shrugged nonchalantly, acting disinterested. In truth, the noble was uneasy about the situation, said as much by the well masked nervous laughter that released from his lips, "How honorable. Such a good example to set for the citizens of Rynmere when the knights fight amongst themselves."

    In fact, the short display had pulled the attention of a few onlookers, who looked more excited than anything. So, their day had been just as boring. The dark haired noble was always happy to provide entertainment, and he took a step back, when he wasn't yet punched in the face. Their superiors would be pissed.

    "Later," The guard promised, pointing a finger in Andráska's face and storming off.

    The time and date of Andráska's death had been decided.

    Oops.
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1st of Saun, 716 Arc
  • The day continued on. Each break feeling as if it was lasting twice as long, and by the end of his shift, Andras' cheeks felt sore from sun exposure and his feet had blisters from walking. Someone had tried to spit on him and two children threw rocks in his direction. By the time András made it to the end of his shift, he had completely forgotten about the knights he had offended.

    They hadn't.

    As Andras switched patrols and headed towards the barracks, a figure materialized before him, "Name's Orion. You the pretty boy Rodrik's gonna murder?" The man crossed his arms, bringing Andras to a stop, "You ever been in a fight before?"

    Of course he had, "Yeah." He didn't elaborate. Orion looked skeptical.

    "As a man? With another man? You ever had a bone broken?" he quirked a brow, "You just look pretty fresh is all. No scars."

    In truth, the last time Andras got in a fight, he was drunk. The time before that, he was ten. He shrugged, not quite wanting to admit his lack of experience, "You gotta teach me or something?" He couldn't help it, an irritated edge crept up on his voice, and the blonde man nodded.

    "I can," he admitted, "I like seeing a good fight, not a slaughter. He motioned towards the barracks, "Here's what you need to know about fighting: 1) Commit. When Rodrik comes for you, you have to be ready to kill. Don't look at me like that. It's a mindset, you're there to win. Show them your not the new runt with a loud mouth. It's all fine to observe, but don't second guess yourself or you'll lose."

    "Oh, is it that easy?" Andras scoffed, suddenly a bit nervous. Around him a few soldier's passed to undress from their shift and get out of their sweaty armor. In truth, the noble was already tired, exhausted from the sun. He wanted to drink some water and lay in the shade somewhere.

    His new teacher scoffed, "'Course not. In fighting you gotta focus. Throw a punch, move. Avoid the counter. Don't worry about getting hurt, just what you have to do. Your face isn't made of glass, you don't have to protect it so much. Exhale when you attack, breathe when you defend."

    "Anything else?" Geez, how was he supposed to remember all this?

    The blonde stranger laughed, "I'm just getting started. Watch his feet, throw your elbow into every punch, and watch out for his strong hand. Every fighter has one. Those hits are the most brutal." The two walked side by side approaching the building his challenger was awaiting. The closer they got to the structure, the more he wanted to turn around, if not to just put it off for a day. It wasn't so much that he was afraid (well, maybe a little), but his body was already sore. He wanted to be able to walk in the morning.

    The moment they rounded the corner, the man from earlier - Rodrik, was waiting. He had been eating an apple, and chewed the rest of his bite, juice trickling down his chin. He tossed the core to the ground and rose to his feet, slapping his hands on his pants, "Facing your retribution? How honorable."

    Then a fist began to fly at András' face, which gave the noble only a second to process what was happening. He turned his head slightly, the hand coming into contact with the side of his cheek and sending him stumbling backwards. Pain electrocuted his face and Andras immediately clutched the wound, "Shiiit". It was very clear to him what Orion had meant by commitment. Seeing the look in his opponent's eyes made that very clear.

    When he looked up, he noticed Rodrick was stripped of his patrol wear and flexing his hand. He had a stern expression, and had Andras knew what this beating was going to be like, perhaps the noble would have avoided facing it after all. He straightened up, opening and closing his jaw to feel the steady ache. Okay. He was okay. His face wasn't broken.

    Orion was onto something after all. Time to test his other lessons. Another fist started flying, this one Andras jumping back to avoid. The brutish man's wide swing left him exposed and Andraska grinned. He threw himself forward, and pulled back to drill a punch into the other knight. He noticed how Rodrick had thrown with his elbow and arm, not just his fist, and knew the power behind that move. Andras tried to copy it, but the knight saw it coming and deflected the blow. For a moment the two stared at each other in a tense moment, circling one another like animals.

    With all the leather armor he was wearing, it might have been a lighter choice than plate, but he still moved slower than his opponent who had higher skill and a free range of movement. Since Orion was no longer wearing the Iron Hand armor, Andras was surprised by the bulky man's speed. A number of blows were thrown between the two, most landing. Andras was wearing out quickly and his breathing was heavy. He pushed through it, side aching while he took another hit. Thank Ilaren he had the little protection he did.

    Orion's words about watching out for the strong hand rang true, yet Andras didn't know yet how to identify it other than the pain it delivered. How was he supposed to know when Rodrick was going to throw his weight in it? He dodged and weaved, sweat dampening under his shirt and trickling down his face. Rodrick stepped forward and when his knuckles busted against Andras' jaw, he knew he failed to notice the strong hand.

    Except... he had stepped forward. Realization gripped Andras, strengthening his resolve and helping his recover from the blow. Rodrick's feet gave him away! He had to watch the feet! The next time time he stepped forward, Andras jumped back, watching the other male's eyes widen and try to catch himself from the throw. Andras launched a kick, watching his boot slam into his opponent's side, and didn't hesitate when he starting swinging at the opening. In seconds, the two were sprawled on the ground, wrestling on the ground.

    The voice of the Captain boomed behind them, authoritative and scattering the few onlookers who had gathered to watch. "What the hell is going on here?"

    Shit.
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/ 5 (solo thread)
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Cosmetology: The fit of clothing, armour included, is important for style
Endurance: Enduring heat in armour
Endurance: Fighting is exhausting
Combat: Unarmed combat: Get out of the way quickly
Combat: Unarmed combat: Punching from the elbow and arm
Tactics: Size doesn't mean slow - large opponents can be speedy
Tactics: In one to one combat - watch the feet.
Rodrick: A fellow knight
Rodrick: You insulted him
Rodrick: Punched you
Orion: A fellow knight
Orion: Gave you fighting tips


Injures:
Bruised face and ribs - will heal in 10 trials.
Loot:
Leather armour, cloak and sword.
Fame:
NA
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana

Overview:

General comments. A short, sharp thread where Andras makes quite the introduction for himself amongst his fellow knights. Not a great start for him if he's hoping for his companions to have his back! An interesting read and good to see Andras just not backing down. Be careful about using movie or book titles as your own for copyright reasons.
Story All good -lots of fun and I enjoyed it!
Structure No worries. All good.


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