514 AV 29th dag 10th Bell 20th chime.
Kreig looked down the sight of his light crossbow, the weapon being pointed at nothing in particular ad he rested he tilted his head against the butt of the crossbow. He was simply checking the weapon for simple things, basically if there were any jiggling parts or if the sight were bent and misaligned. He pulled tge string of the bow with his left, a bit of a struggle but he was simply making sure it was still strong and still pain to pull. Lately Sera Natasha had been emphasising the importance of maintaining ones weapons, ram
ther vehemently he might add.
The explanation had been that if the weapon, or armor lest he forgot, was woefully left without maintenance then it would promptly be ruined at the time one needs them the most. Kreig understood that in a sense, he usually had his old guantlets taken to an armorer to be maintained, however that was more out of attachment to them rather than maintaining its function.... He could say he was attached to his new weapons, but they weren't hierlooms and , as poor an excuse as it was, they didn't garner the same attention as he should have given them.
Thankfully his crossbow, while a complicated bugger, didn't seem to have anything wrong with it. His sword on the other hand had been getting dull and could stand a good sharpening, something like that could be easily left at the smithy and be sharpened. His Crossbow on the other hand was a piece of engineering, each part of it needed an equal amount of caring else Kreig won't be seeing it for days depending on what parts were damaged. So far the weapon seemed to be working fine, but he had to be absolutely and so did what made sense; He drew a back the string and rolled back the nut along the way, then set the string on the nut onced it clicked into place. He then grabbed a bolt and sat it upon the groove.
Before him at 10 feet and beneath the blistering heat was a thin wooden board hung over a stack of hay with a target circle drawn over it. It was an easy way to check if everything worked right with the weapon, at this basic distance he could shoot anywhere and not miss, so any diffeciency could be attributed to the weapon for the most part.
He breathed deeply for a bit as he raised the weapon and rested the butt against his shoulder, looked down the sight as it moved about with thr movements caused by his breathing then held his breath to still it as he aimed at the inner circle of the target. His fingers rested gently against the trigger then suddenly tensed ad he pulled the mechanism, letting the bolt fly through the air as the bow thwacked, followed by a thud as the bolt burried its head through the wood of the board.
Kreig lowered the bow with a look of satisfaction tugging at the corner of his lips, only for him to frown as he heard an unwanted voice.
" Knew a thug like you need to be that close to hit anything! This is why order born are better!"
x
Kreig looked down the sight of his light crossbow, the weapon being pointed at nothing in particular ad he rested he tilted his head against the butt of the crossbow. He was simply checking the weapon for simple things, basically if there were any jiggling parts or if the sight were bent and misaligned. He pulled tge string of the bow with his left, a bit of a struggle but he was simply making sure it was still strong and still pain to pull. Lately Sera Natasha had been emphasising the importance of maintaining ones weapons, ram
ther vehemently he might add.
The explanation had been that if the weapon, or armor lest he forgot, was woefully left without maintenance then it would promptly be ruined at the time one needs them the most. Kreig understood that in a sense, he usually had his old guantlets taken to an armorer to be maintained, however that was more out of attachment to them rather than maintaining its function.... He could say he was attached to his new weapons, but they weren't hierlooms and , as poor an excuse as it was, they didn't garner the same attention as he should have given them.
Thankfully his crossbow, while a complicated bugger, didn't seem to have anything wrong with it. His sword on the other hand had been getting dull and could stand a good sharpening, something like that could be easily left at the smithy and be sharpened. His Crossbow on the other hand was a piece of engineering, each part of it needed an equal amount of caring else Kreig won't be seeing it for days depending on what parts were damaged. So far the weapon seemed to be working fine, but he had to be absolutely and so did what made sense; He drew a back the string and rolled back the nut along the way, then set the string on the nut onced it clicked into place. He then grabbed a bolt and sat it upon the groove.
Before him at 10 feet and beneath the blistering heat was a thin wooden board hung over a stack of hay with a target circle drawn over it. It was an easy way to check if everything worked right with the weapon, at this basic distance he could shoot anywhere and not miss, so any diffeciency could be attributed to the weapon for the most part.
He breathed deeply for a bit as he raised the weapon and rested the butt against his shoulder, looked down the sight as it moved about with thr movements caused by his breathing then held his breath to still it as he aimed at the inner circle of the target. His fingers rested gently against the trigger then suddenly tensed ad he pulled the mechanism, letting the bolt fly through the air as the bow thwacked, followed by a thud as the bolt burried its head through the wood of the board.
Kreig lowered the bow with a look of satisfaction tugging at the corner of his lips, only for him to frown as he heard an unwanted voice.
" Knew a thug like you need to be that close to hit anything! This is why order born are better!"
x
