Vudukudu
Farseer to the Warsong Clan
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Allegra yawned, blinking her eyes open at the twin interruptions of the rising sun and the knocking on the door--she wasn't unused to these early mornings--in fact, they tended to come more often then not, there was little time in the day to waste with laying about after all--and while some might consider it a little harsh to be pushing an eight year old as hard as this.Vudukudu said:______________________________________________________________________
15 Years Prior to the Current Day
She had grown up strong, he had insured that. Not an ounce of lenience in her upbringing. No mercy in punishment, no laxness in her academic studies. He liked to think it was in her name. The monks hadn't given her one, leaving him to identify the child. He named her after two of the Justicar who now lay buried beneath the Keep, women who had been his close friends for a time. Perhaps they watched over her.
The sun rose early in the morning, shedding light on the Keep as early as 5AM. Just as the light pierced the window next to him, Arterius knocked loudly on the door to a bedroom. "Allegra!" He called, rapping his knuckles on the oaken door a few more times.
"Meet me on the field in twenty minutes. Not a second late, girl." He added, then continued down the hallway. She didn't know it, but today was her first day of battle training. He hoped she would prove just as capable here as she had in her scholarship.
"He's not my enemy though!" Allegra winced as a few elbows hit, but she tightened her position and gave as good as she got.Vudukudu said:The boy struggled beneath her, making some progress considering his slight size advantage. He was on the defensive now, and mostly let instinct take over. He worked desperately to throw his elbows back, landing a few blows on Allegra's sides.
"Hesitation is weakness, girl. Press the advantage." Tarquin stated, stepping closer to the pair wrestling on the ground. "No foe of yours will ever submit. You must strike the final blow, before they do."
Arterius watched in silence, his eyes fixed firmly on Allegra. She'd be sparring nearly every day for the next ten years. She'd get bruised, beaten, and abused. She wouldn't finish this training without getting her fair share of scars, maybe even a few broken bones. She had all sorts of pain to grow accustomed to, and he or Tarquin would be inflicting much of it. He hoped she would not grow to resent them for it.
"Didn't plan on it sir!" Allegra retorted--tired, but not willing to let that slow her down when there was work to be done. Of course, she still needed to land a blow on someone who overwhelming outclassed her...Vudukudu said:
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Seven Years Later
Tarquin's instructions included many, many specific pieces. He was to train Allegra in strategy until she was of age to wield a practice weapon. As soon as she was able to do so, she would begin sparring. First with Lako, then against trainees of the Chamber Militant. Once a week, Tarquin would take her aside himself and force her skills to develop. Today was one such day.
Steel clattered against steel in a flurry of blows and desperate parries. The edges of the blades had been whittled away, making them into practice weapons, but they were still well capable of causing harm. The day's training had been going on for four hours consecutively, a non-stop brawl. Wrestling, daggers, cudgels, warhammers, swords, spears, staves. They had rotated through them all, seeking for the weapon that would grace the initiate's hands.
So far, the War Master had been surprised. While she didn't have the strength to wield a two handed sword yet, Tarquin saw it in her style. She preferred a two handed grip, and tended to wait for an opportunity to deal a severe blow. It would serve her well, all the same.
Tarquin feinted to the left, then caught the side of Allegra's blade with his. He pushed forward, then kicked her square in the shin before pushing her shoulder with his free hand, sending her to the floor. "On your feet, come again. You know the rules. No stopping until you land a blow."