Bridgewater's Summer Spectacular: The Archery Tournament

I could do better blindfolded - Janko repeated with ironical voice.
Can you do it better? - he throwed bow to her.
Blinfolded come, show what you can do - he teased her.


Janko turned back when he heard another man..
Good afternoon m'lord, I am fine thanks. What about yourself?
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Lt.Commander of Devon - General - Trouble

His laugh did not make her feel bad, she laughed too, ignoring his mocking tone. "You should be grateful I did not use my skills against you. Otherwise, you would go back to your wife blind and infertile. I'm sure she would thank me." She shrugged, noticing his mischievous expression. Then, he moved behind her and Madalena felt uneasy. "What the hell are you doing, Janko? You know I have a dagger, right? I could use it." He placed his hand over her and helped her tense the bow. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body and his breath against her neck. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, not from emotion, not from excitment, she was overly aware of his proximity, and she found it uncomfortable, almost excruciating. She had spent most of her life pleasuring men like him, lustful and disrespectful, they had used her for their own purposes, but that life was over. She turned swiftly and slapped his cheek."Keep your hands to yourself, Janko. I'm not yours to play with, bear that in mind. "
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It was the middle of the day when he raised his head peering at the sun, still hungover from the other night “Grr damn sun, why are you so bright?!”. His beautiful wife had asked him to go to the market to pick up some food for the week. Fury was almost there when something stopped him in his track.

He could hear voices and shouts from the arena “Hmm, a fight? Ooor something more interesting, I think there is time for a quick peek.”.

When he reached the arena he immpediately noticed the targets “Uuu“. Fury respectfully went to introduce himself to the other contestants “Howdy sir, that was some nice shooting.“. He looked around and spotted a lady with her arms crossed around her waist and nodded toward her. “So Mr. Janko may I try?”.

Fury took a rusty bow almost dropping it, then tried to mask the embarrassing moment. He shot the first arrow, almost hitting a bird “Upsy, fly away birdy.“. Fury then raised one hand to his forehead to shade his eyes for a moment just to see the target better as he felt the wind blowing through his hair “Hmm... now I got it!”. In the next few seconds other arrows followed. He stopped again to focus a second “Hey hey, why are you moving the target? Keep it there!“, then understood that those were the rules of the contest “So it is like this...“. Fury soon rembered that it was almost closing time at the market and he had to buy the stuff.

He emptied his quiver as fast as possible scoring less than some of the other contestants “Nice sir, but I will return, next time better prepared... for now this score will do.“. Fury saluted the crowd as he left the arena and went on his way to the market.

Fury 2089
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Madalena followed Janko into Bridgewater's arena, after all she travelled all this way to see the General aim arrows to a target. How silly of her to think that this could be fun. She was feeling moody for listening to him brag about his skills, his annoying voice still reverberating in her head now that they were separated. Madalena was wearing a purple dress, her long brown hair pinned into a french braid and her neck adorned by a pearl collar.

The young woman took a seat as Janko chose his bow and a few arrows. Ten targets were aligned in a perfect row, and she watched boringly as the General prepared to shoot the first arrow, aiming his target. She was suprised by his innate ability, and tried to hide her wonder when he turned to her, smiling. "That was it?" She asked, doing her best to dismiss his achievement. "I tought it would be better. You know, something I would not forget! This was just a waste of my time."She folded her arms."I could do better blindfolded." Madalena teased and smiled, waiting for a reply.
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Madalena sighed, trying to keep her dark emotions at bay, and took a step back. "You should not have touched me that way, Janko. I'm not overreacting, you could teach me how to use the bow correctly without touching me this way." She placed the weapon on a table nearby. "Your actions are not innocent. Please respect my personal space. " She was not interested in him, and she knew that he was flirty by nature and did not intend to hurt her, or make her feel umconfortable, but she could not erase the feeling that he violated her personal space. Defeated by her own demons, Madalena added, "We should get going.", darting out of the arena.
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Near the end of the stay in Bridgewater, Will had a lot of fun. Cooking up some creative dishes, as well being on vacation for the first time in 18 months, it was a nice change of pace. Granted he wasn't used to using a bow, as his primary weapons were either a sword, or with the crew a ballista. Still, knocking an arrow, He aimed a little ahead and above, and let it fly

THOK!

Hitting a little down and two the right, Will reknocked an arrow, and made small adjustments. He thought to himself, boy it's been a while....about 20 years? He muttered, letting the next arrow go, slowly impacting on the target. The second and third boards were further distant, then he waited for the news to come back



Sighs, but smiles, knowing he didn't do too bad for a older fellow among the next generation....quietly packs his bow, and returns to the tavern
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Bob stood in front of the targets arranged before him, his heart beating heavily and his mouth dry. He licked his lips to muster some form of moisture, but it seemed a futile endeavor and he quickly gave up on his attempts. He hadn't handled a bow in a few years and he knew his skill was rusty at best, and abominable at the worst. Either way he would not allow his own misgivings at his archery abilities to dampen the high spirit of friendly competition. He pulled an arrow from the quiver at his waist, put the nock against the bowstring, and brought the bow up, pointing it downrange. Pulling back on the string he brought the arrow back and could feel the tickle of the fletching upon his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, taking a few deep breaths to steady his aim as well as his nerves. He loosed his first arrow, the twang of the bowstring loud in his ears, and was surprised to see the target struck. His confidence now was much higher, though he knew he would not win, he was nonetheless excited to see his abilities not too encumbered by time and lack of practice. He quickly shot the three arrows which were left for the first round, his accuracy not great but not horrible either.

The target was moved further for the second round. He shot his arrows, his accuracy falling due to the greater distance but still a decent job he told himself. The third round is where his skills were lost completely. The target was moved still further out, the colors of the different regions of the target seeming to blend into one another at such a distance. His first two shots were clean misses, the third hitting the edge barely making a score, but his fourth was somehow almost dead on. The wind was working in me favor for that last one, he thought to himself.

His turn at the range over he turned to the crowd looking on and gave them his best smile as well as a low bow, sweeping the ground with his headscarf. Turning on his heel he strode off of the grounds content with the score he had made, though not likely to even place in the top ten it was much better than he had expected after so long away from the art of archery.


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Robin approached the Archery Tournament with some trepidation. He couldn't shoot as well as he used to -- the accident in summer still left him a bit off, the muscles in his arm and ribs pulling when he drew his bow, but his aim was still improving. The lack of practice hadn't helped either, what with all the desk jobs he'd had.

He lingered a bit as he arrived, and watched from the back as Llyres helped Alex up on a crate to shoot, not wanting to interrupt or startle the child. "Well done!" he called with a broad grin as he approached them. He kissed Llyres warmly in greeting before scooping up his son and depositing him on his shoulders.

"Da!" the toddler squealed, hugging his father's head. "I shot the tawget! Am I gona get a pwize?"

Robin laughed, lifting the boy back up to set him on the ground and knelt next to him. "I don't know, Alex. Did you shoot well?" The boy nodded excitedly. "And did you focus on the target? You didn't shoot at anything but?" Again, the toddler's head nodded fervently. Looking up at Llyres, Robin saw her nod in confirmation, and it was only then that he looked back to their youngest.

"Well then, for shooting so well, and obeying the rules, you do get a prize." With a grin, the woodsman pulled a leather cord from his pocket, a carved wooden arrowhead hanging from it. Carefully, he looped it around Alex's neck, tying it in the back and making sure not to have it too tight. "There you go! Now, you stand over with your mother, out of the way, alright? We don't want you to get hurt by other archers, and I need to take a turn."

Rising to his feet, and offering a wink to Llyres, he moved the crate out of the way and took his place. Pulling arrows from his belt quiver and holding them in the draw hand, he nocked one to his string and took a breath, sighting down the arrow. Slowly, and fluidly, he shot arrow after arrow, a slight grimace on his face as he drew the bow back at the pull he could feel, but he kept on. When he finished he looked back at all the targets and frowned to himself. The arrows were clustered together on each target, though the further the target the further from center they became. Still, it wasn't bad, even if not up to his own standards.

Turning back to his family, he offered a smile, slipping his bow across his back again. "So, what should we do next?"

Robin: 2168 (I think -- fell off events page, so not totally certain)
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