Battlemaster - The Sword Mastery

After a weekend of celebration, the party once again gathered, this time to continue their training with the Battlemaster. Somehow, sword weilding and slashing isn't really the thing for me as I would have prefered the wand.

"Buahahah finally, the training I was waiting for..we go like this and like that and cut cut cut..." usually Kee the Barbarian isn't so keen with trainings but this one is kinda his favourite, afterall, its all about weilding swords and slicing opponents open. "Well, its just you then. I doubt the rest really enjoy the massacre" I remarked after Kee's cry for joy. " Yeah..and who thought wands was so fun anyway.." Kee sniggered back.

Various swords that were thaught

It was quite a sight to see Kee bouncing up and down with delight however it didn't last long. The Battlemaster was nowhere in sight for today and in his replacement, was a barmaid. " A bloody barmaid?? Teaching swords?? A barmaid??" Kee grunted along with other unheard cusses.

"Oh poor you. Better luck next time.."

Somehow that remark made the party turn heads, looking upon Papath the Bard who usually remained quiet which was rather queer since bards were supposed to be lively creatures.

The training today ended with an uttermost disaster with the druid trying to stab the dummy with the hilt of the sword, the assasin held the sword in such an awkward manner it was practically dangling upside down, the elf tried to use the sword as an arrow and the bard tied strings to the sword hoping it would play like a harp. The kender was hoping to fetch a high price if he sold the sword and the barbarian was practically yelling his head out on how wrong the barmaid was training the party..