Twelve year old Jon Smythe wakes up refreshed, and ready to enjoy the beautiful weather outside. After three weeks on the road, traveling from shop to shop with his parents he could use a nice relaxing free day. Bounding down the stairs of his family estate, he heads to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. 'I've got to grab something quickly, so I can slip out the servants entrance before my mom finds some chores for me to do.' Entering the kitchen, I skitter to a stop when I see my father sitting on a stool reading. Stepping back cautiously, and turning he freezes in mid step when his father clears his throat, "Just where do you think you're sneaking off to?" Turning back to his father, "I just forgot my belt knife upstairs Father." My father nods knowingly, "Well once you have your blade, make sure you eat a solid breakfast. Today you begin your staff training. I hope you didn't forget." Sudden realization dawns in his mind, but he schools his face to blankness, "Of course not Father, I've been looking forward to it." Heading back upstairs, I grab my belt knife. Returning to the kitchen, all hope of a free day banished. I dutifully eat a big breakfast, and head out to the courtyard to meet my new trainer. 'I wonder what this will be like...' I think to myself, 'Maybe it won't take too long and I can still get some free time later...'
I'm looking for someone to put my twelve year old self through his paces with a quarterstaff, By the end of the day I want little Jon to be so exhausted, and sore that he can't lift his utensils and he falls asleep at the table.
Edited: Changed from a first post to a planning thread.
Edited by Delfon, 07 February 2012 - 01:53 AM.