[color=ff9900][center][h2]Geldyr Snow[/h2][/center][/color]

Off the cobblestone streets and onto the tough earth, Traveler and Geldyr had finally made it to the tournament grounds. He pulled upon Traveler's reigns, sending the horse rearing lightly and turning, giving the Knight a fine view of the scene. Knights, footmen, and archers milled about. Some conversed with one another, casually relaying the previous tournament's events. Others sharpened weapons and fed their horses, and a few mock fights occurred for practice. Upon both sides of the grounds were the bleachers, and above them were the noble chairs. Even higher was the royal table, all overlooking the competition just waiting to begin below. 

Geldyr led his steed over to the Scribe assigned to gather information for the tournament roster, and he promptly signed in and showed his heraldry papers. Once past the initial entrance, he dismounted Traveler and led him over to the stables. "[color=ff9900]It's a fine day, isn't it?[/color]" he asked his steed, giving him some food and water before heading out into the open. 

Tall and dark haired, with hard muscles and a fair look, he could feel the eyes upon him from some of the onlookers. A few might have even recognized him as a the Bastard of Lore Karlear, house Lear's bannerman. He strode over to the training dummies, confident and self focused at the moment. He unstrapped his belt, and removed his chainmail tunic for a moment, exposing his scarred and sculpted stomach and chest, before donning his sleeveless tunic once more. He grabbed a practice longsword, and stepped back from the dummies. 

With practiced steps, he began to slice into the air with a rhythm, forming X's at first, before slowly making his movements more intricate and complicated. Soon his sword was performing routines, blocks and ripostes seemingly coming out of nowhere. His movements were sleek but powerful, and after each routine was done he let out a 'hya'. Suddenly he stepped forward, and hacked at the closest dummy, slicing it beneath its armpits, at the neck, the heart. Before long, he placed his chainmail back on, and continued the drill, stabbing and hacking, and parrying as if his life depending on it. He hadn't used a sword since they had begun traveling. He missed the feel of a blade in his hands. 
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