[open] Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!

[disdainfully]

Who: OPEN!!! Anyone and everyone is welcome here, please drop in!
When: March 15th.
Where: The Thorsson backyard.
What: Sparring! Characters who have no weapons yet but want to try out something, or who want to try out new weapons, are welcome as well!
Warnings: Violence.


Imagine that there was a network post asking for people to come to a afternoon of sparring and training/trying to force echoes. There was a specific emphasis in the post for people to not bring powers or firearms into the mix, only all kinds of short range weapons - swords, axes, knives, maces, halberds, anything really. A part of the idea, as was explained, was not only to provide a place to try out different weapons but also to have multiple people use weapons in a small area, allowing for battle echoes.

So the day has come! The place is the backyard of the Thorsson's downtown store/private buildings, a relatively large areal closed off with buildings belonging to the family on all sides.

There are all kinds of weapons - real ones and some larp weapons as well - on a table in a corner of the backyard that cannot be used for sparring since swings, a sandbox and a bench are located there. Protective gear like chainmail and helmets can be found as well. Some refreshments in form of apples, juice boxes and bananas, all in open boxes, have been placed next to them along with water in bottles.

So those that brought no weapons can borrow those proffered, and those that brought their own ones can try out others as well.


[OOC: Please post your own thread starters and tag each other!]

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[mysteltinn]

He kneels, letting Thafi get a good sniff and ruffling all that puff, even laughing in joy. He loves big dogs- but with all the moving around could never have one of his own.

"Okay, okay... heheh." He stands back up, holding up the pack and peeking over it with an amused gleam in his eyes.

"The envoy comes baring gifts to the dwarvish nation, in hopes of goodwill and peace!" He tosses the bag over, making sure to aim to the side slightly, so not to accidentally hit Killian's leg or something stupid like that.

[youngestone]

Killian laughs again, grabbing the bag to look inside and see what Owen brought. "You know, the funny thing about that is apparently Fil and I were princes," he says. "What'd you bring?

[mysteltinn]

"Man, lookit me, calling plot points left and right!" He flops over next tot he older boy, looking over into the bag.

"Thought you might be bored, being a casualty of war and all that. So there's a lot of books and stuff in there. Oh, and this!"

He reaches in and grabs what looks like a handheld game. "I got the new one recently, and I have a lot of games I already beat, so I though 'Hey I bet Killian could use a few less braincells!'... the charger should be in here.... somewhere."

[youngestone]

Owen is a lifesafe and Killian owes him for this. Still, when he spots the new game thing, he waves him off. "Dude, you didn't have to. It's like I know anything about games anyway," he explains. "Except never play Monopoly with family."

[mysteltinn]

"Oh god yeah no, board games with family ends in murder. You should see me and Winry playing Mario Party!"

He shakes his head.

"And don't worry about it! These are pretty simple. AND the system is made for kids so you don't gotta worry about the bitties breaking it. Or not so bitties." He pokes the dogs, squawking when one slobbers his face

"Ack, no, gross!"

[youngestone]

Killian laughs. "I was going to be offended at you calling me stupid but I think Rosie avenged me already." He leans down to rub at the newfie's neck. "Good girl, Rosie. Good girl."

[mysteltinn]

Owen squeals, wriggling to get away, rubbing the spit off his face but mostly just managing to get it all up in his hair. Nasty.

"Th-that's not what I meant anyways! I mean, *I* beat all these games- Simple doesn't mean bad or stupid ya know. Just easier to pick up."

[youngestone]

"I know, I know. I was joking." He gestures towards the shop, laughing a little at Owen's hair. "There's a small room that leads up to the house, go wash up--you look like something out of a bad sci-fi!"

[mysteltinn]

He makes a face, but can't help laughing.

"Okay, okay... I'll leave that stuff here, and when I get back you will be in awe of my great swordsmanship abilities!"

He gives a slight pose before saluting and jogging off towards the house, hands in his hoodie pouch and a slight bounce in his step.