Post by Clopin on Sept 4, 2017 3:43:22 GMT
July 15th | Open to ALL Rogues! This is the first official training session.
“Bob, do you wanna spend the rest of our time here locked in a dungeon? Cause that’s where you’re headed unless you follow Clopin’s orders and get some damn weapons out here for the rest of the Rogues.” Taylor said, as she heaved a large marble floor vase out into the center of the courtyard. It was a large place filled with trimmed hedges and small fountains, but with plenty of room to hold a training session within.
The king had assigned the two unicorns(and Taylor, by proxy), to help out Dante and Virgil with organizing sparring weapons for one part of their training session today. Sophia didn’t mind, as she conjured a bundle of spears, dropping them directly into the marble vase. Bob groaned, and reluctantly brought forth an array of swords, setting them in the vase next to Sophia’s spears. He felt more like a slave than a soldier, doing all this only to do even more work in the sparring session.
The thought of it was exhausting.
The gypsy king suddenly materialized at his side, which caused the unicorn to flinch. His heart began to pound faster, as he quickly realized that maybe Taylor wasn’t kidding about the dungeons.
Oh no, he knows, now I’m in trouble and there’s nothin’ I can do, oh no no no—
“Those are lovely! A good range of weapons indeed.” Clopin commented, peering out towards the setup that they had put together. He then rested a gloved hand on the unicorn’s shoulder.
“Mon ami, if you wish to avoid the dungeons, I would suggest picking up the pace, as the Rouges will be here soon for their training session.” Clopin whispered, just loud enough for Bob to hear. The unicorn nervously gulped and smiled, and went right back to work.
“Mes amis! Before you are various weapons for your use against your selected opponents, and armor to protect yourselves. The only rule is that you are not, under any circumstance, allowed to kill your opponent.” Clopin said, his tone turning from cheery to serious. He then paced down the center walkway of the courtyard, past his soldiers standing in a neat line before the twelve marble vases and armor. His violet mink cloak brushed the granite stones that made up the floor of the courtyard, as he reached the end of the line.
“Allons-y!” Clopin exclaimed, as he shot a ball of purple magic into the sky. It crackled like a gunshot, and then fizzled out, raining bits of sparkling magic onto the Rogues below.
“Bob, do you wanna spend the rest of our time here locked in a dungeon? Cause that’s where you’re headed unless you follow Clopin’s orders and get some damn weapons out here for the rest of the Rogues.” Taylor said, as she heaved a large marble floor vase out into the center of the courtyard. It was a large place filled with trimmed hedges and small fountains, but with plenty of room to hold a training session within.
The king had assigned the two unicorns(and Taylor, by proxy), to help out Dante and Virgil with organizing sparring weapons for one part of their training session today. Sophia didn’t mind, as she conjured a bundle of spears, dropping them directly into the marble vase. Bob groaned, and reluctantly brought forth an array of swords, setting them in the vase next to Sophia’s spears. He felt more like a slave than a soldier, doing all this only to do even more work in the sparring session.
The thought of it was exhausting.
The gypsy king suddenly materialized at his side, which caused the unicorn to flinch. His heart began to pound faster, as he quickly realized that maybe Taylor wasn’t kidding about the dungeons.
Oh no, he knows, now I’m in trouble and there’s nothin’ I can do, oh no no no—
“Those are lovely! A good range of weapons indeed.” Clopin commented, peering out towards the setup that they had put together. He then rested a gloved hand on the unicorn’s shoulder.
“Mon ami, if you wish to avoid the dungeons, I would suggest picking up the pace, as the Rouges will be here soon for their training session.” Clopin whispered, just loud enough for Bob to hear. The unicorn nervously gulped and smiled, and went right back to work.
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“Mes amis! Before you are various weapons for your use against your selected opponents, and armor to protect yourselves. The only rule is that you are not, under any circumstance, allowed to kill your opponent.” Clopin said, his tone turning from cheery to serious. He then paced down the center walkway of the courtyard, past his soldiers standing in a neat line before the twelve marble vases and armor. His violet mink cloak brushed the granite stones that made up the floor of the courtyard, as he reached the end of the line.
“Allons-y!” Clopin exclaimed, as he shot a ball of purple magic into the sky. It crackled like a gunshot, and then fizzled out, raining bits of sparkling magic onto the Rogues below.
