Crashes, thumps, slams, groans, whimpers, battle cries, snaps, clashes, and the sound of metal meeting metal is heard coming from a room large enough to fit fifty soldiers practicing the art of war. Along one wall is a wall of mirrors spelled to be indestructible. All around the room are training dummies and on the opposite wall of the mirrors is a wall of weapons available for those trainees who do not yet have a weapon for themselves.
Shouts from trainers are often heard by those who pass by this room on errands and on the way to other lessons. Shouts often include obscenities directed at some poor soul who did not duck a blow fast enough or did not hold their weapon properly. Those passing by will wince and hurry onward. Those inside will immediately check their own grip and their reflexes will quicken a smidgen in the hopes that they will not be the next to be singled out.
The hard stone floor has received several nicks and cuts from too many missed swings hitting the ground. While blood does often leak onto the stones no stains are seen for the floor is cleaned daily by those unfortunate novices who's punishment is the cleaning of the Training Room. The room wreaks of sweat, metal, and determination. Anyone entering the room will suppress a groan and those leaving tend to leave with a sigh of relief and hasten towards the Healers ward where their aches can be healed and cuts sealed. And occasional broken bone re-set.
Shouts from trainers are often heard by those who pass by this room on errands and on the way to other lessons. Shouts often include obscenities directed at some poor soul who did not duck a blow fast enough or did not hold their weapon properly. Those passing by will wince and hurry onward. Those inside will immediately check their own grip and their reflexes will quicken a smidgen in the hopes that they will not be the next to be singled out.
The hard stone floor has received several nicks and cuts from too many missed swings hitting the ground. While blood does often leak onto the stones no stains are seen for the floor is cleaned daily by those unfortunate novices who's punishment is the cleaning of the Training Room. The room wreaks of sweat, metal, and determination. Anyone entering the room will suppress a groan and those leaving tend to leave with a sigh of relief and hasten towards the Healers ward where their aches can be healed and cuts sealed. And occasional broken bone re-set.
