Summer 12th, 517 AV, 11th bell 39th chime
He was glad to have found this place, this ‘Stained Pelt’, though he did muse the name would fit right in as a tavern in Sunberth. Of course, it wasn’t a tavern but it was even better; it catered to archers and hunters, it dealt in the trade of pelts, the sale of trapping and skinning gear yet more importantly it dealt in the trade of bows.
While the scrolls provided by the greeter at the docks, this place was in the center of his interests once he had time to actually examine it thoroughly. Granted, he may have better priorities but he needed this. After days upon days lingering on a ship he needed to get his bow arm into practice again.
Even with the knowledge of its location he had nearly walked passed it, in fact he did walk past until he realized there was something odd about the small hillside he just passed. As if the city had the desire to constantly surprise him, he was amused to see that the small hill was actually a hovel built into.
When he entered he was immediately struck by the smell of leather, of pelts, of the skins of animals being turned to something more useful. Alongside it was the smell of bows, of various glues being used to turn a collection of wood into a formidable piece and the carving of formidable projectiles that could be fired from the aforementioned bow.
It didn’t smell like home, but it was reassuring.
As he went down the steps, he was amused to see that the roof was shorter than expected. In a city where tall, multi-colored, people reign supreme it must be awkward to have to parous the place while your head grinded against the ceiling. After satisfying the child inside him he approached the Akalak manning the establishment, asking for use of the range mentioned in the business scroll.
He had the option for a day of use to an entire seasons. It was inexpensive whichever way he took it and he imagined himself requiring frequent use of the range he wasn’t certain if he’d pay the seasonal fee. On one end, long term it was actually cheaper than the per day fee but on the other and depending how things goes he may not need to waste the money.
Ultimately, he decided it was better to try first than decide. Ruffling through his money pouch he pulled out 3 pieces of silver rimmed mizas-3 SM and gently handed it to the Akalak then made his own way out and made a turn around the hovel venturing a guess that the range was there.
He saw a number of the traditional straw targets, and another one that was shaped like a man though seemingly a bit bigger although it was probably just his eyes after having so many Akalaks, and a thick wooden post. He made to reach for the thin if haphazard looking and seemingly bent in multiple places limb, unstrung for its own security, and began to the tedious effort of bending the limbs and stringing the bow again. It took the better of a chime to get it down, normally it would have taken half that but days upon days on a ship with nothing to shoot meant he’d no choice but to be rusty.
Following that he made sure his glove and bracer were secured correctly, getting burn lines from the bow snap was not high on his list of things to re-experience. He then moved towards one of the straw targets
They were simple looking things, so simple that they were merely straw bound together and circled around over each other to create a spiral pattern. Part of him wished there were colored rings decorating it to emphasis the value of the target placing, but he was being nitpicky since it all amounted to the same thing from an individual use.
He set himself at 30 feet, practically point blank range for a composite longbow and more so since the breeze was too light to affect the short distance. But for someone who was out of practice it was the perfect starting point to get rid of the kinks.
His goal was a simple one, to practice until his arm was sore and to get as many arrows to the center as he could. Spreading his legs apart and holding the bow with his left in alignment to his body, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his back as he aligned his eyes with the target, knocking arrow to string as he pulled back till it reached just past his ears laying the burden on his back and shoulder muscles.
He held his breath for but a few moments, then let go.
While the scrolls provided by the greeter at the docks, this place was in the center of his interests once he had time to actually examine it thoroughly. Granted, he may have better priorities but he needed this. After days upon days lingering on a ship he needed to get his bow arm into practice again.
Even with the knowledge of its location he had nearly walked passed it, in fact he did walk past until he realized there was something odd about the small hillside he just passed. As if the city had the desire to constantly surprise him, he was amused to see that the small hill was actually a hovel built into.
When he entered he was immediately struck by the smell of leather, of pelts, of the skins of animals being turned to something more useful. Alongside it was the smell of bows, of various glues being used to turn a collection of wood into a formidable piece and the carving of formidable projectiles that could be fired from the aforementioned bow.
It didn’t smell like home, but it was reassuring.
As he went down the steps, he was amused to see that the roof was shorter than expected. In a city where tall, multi-colored, people reign supreme it must be awkward to have to parous the place while your head grinded against the ceiling. After satisfying the child inside him he approached the Akalak manning the establishment, asking for use of the range mentioned in the business scroll.
He had the option for a day of use to an entire seasons. It was inexpensive whichever way he took it and he imagined himself requiring frequent use of the range he wasn’t certain if he’d pay the seasonal fee. On one end, long term it was actually cheaper than the per day fee but on the other and depending how things goes he may not need to waste the money.
Ultimately, he decided it was better to try first than decide. Ruffling through his money pouch he pulled out 3 pieces of silver rimmed mizas-3 SM and gently handed it to the Akalak then made his own way out and made a turn around the hovel venturing a guess that the range was there.
He saw a number of the traditional straw targets, and another one that was shaped like a man though seemingly a bit bigger although it was probably just his eyes after having so many Akalaks, and a thick wooden post. He made to reach for the thin if haphazard looking and seemingly bent in multiple places limb, unstrung for its own security, and began to the tedious effort of bending the limbs and stringing the bow again. It took the better of a chime to get it down, normally it would have taken half that but days upon days on a ship with nothing to shoot meant he’d no choice but to be rusty.
Following that he made sure his glove and bracer were secured correctly, getting burn lines from the bow snap was not high on his list of things to re-experience. He then moved towards one of the straw targets
They were simple looking things, so simple that they were merely straw bound together and circled around over each other to create a spiral pattern. Part of him wished there were colored rings decorating it to emphasis the value of the target placing, but he was being nitpicky since it all amounted to the same thing from an individual use.
He set himself at 30 feet, practically point blank range for a composite longbow and more so since the breeze was too light to affect the short distance. But for someone who was out of practice it was the perfect starting point to get rid of the kinks.
His goal was a simple one, to practice until his arm was sore and to get as many arrows to the center as he could. Spreading his legs apart and holding the bow with his left in alignment to his body, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his back as he aligned his eyes with the target, knocking arrow to string as he pulled back till it reached just past his ears laying the burden on his back and shoulder muscles.
He held his breath for but a few moments, then let go.