Timestamp: 40th of Sping, 518AV
Location: Proving Grounds
Who: Neras and Carus
Even though, Neras was just going to the Proving Ground to work on his archery, the young man was geared up for war. The Guardian was wearing his non standard leather armor, quiver filled with hunting arrows and short bow on his back, and the short sword and scabbard on his waist. Ever sense his bout with death, he had a new outlook on life. He wasn't a kid no more, and he needed to be a adult, or he might find himself face down in a alleyway somewhere or back under the doctors knife. All those possibility were not a opinion in the young man's eyes. The young man's grey eyes had a hidden fire behind them with a determination to challenge himself to get better. He needed to get better at killing otherwise he would just be another victim. Dira decided to not take him, so it was fate that he survived to avenge his mother. The young man needed to talk to his mother's lover again, Berkley Whispers to ask him if he knew anything about her death. He doubted that he played apart in it, but the Sunberther in him was paranoid enough to not rule it out. He hoped not because he like him as a person, but anything was possible especially with the amount of money the priest were offering.
Walking up to the gates of the Proving Grounds, Neras took off his archery arm guard and showed the two burly guards his brand on his hand. One of the guards looked at him and said with a chuckle, “Well your finally not slacking on the job. Jinx could for you.”
Neras wrinkled his brow and said with a shake of his head, “Why does everyone think I am slacking? I was almost killed. It wasn't like I was able to train while healing in my bed...”
The other guard laughed slightly, “Calm down kid. We are just giving you shyte. The shyte going to fly your direction all season, so you best grow thicker skin to deal with it?”
The first guard said with nod of respect, “There rumors that the doctor took out your heart is it true?”
Neras said with a shudder, “Yes, it was the price for me. Making a complete fool of myself on the island...”
The second guard shook his head and said with a nod, “Everyone knows the doctor has a hard on for torturing people if you in our line of work. You know better to question the good doctors bed side manners if you want to see another Syna-rise. Good to see you back Jinx.”
Everyone seemed to sympathize with him about surviving the injuries and the doctor. It almost seemed like a right of passage for the Sun Birth gang members. Jinx said with a smirk, “Well I am not in the dust yet, so thanks for warm welcome...”
The two guards waved him through the gates of the training grounds. Putting back on his archery guard, the young gang member immediately, walked to one of the open archery targets on the range, and removed his Inarta made short bow from his quiver. It wasn't strung, so he put the loop of the tough bow string on the bottom of the bow. When he finished with the bottom loop, he put the bottom of the short bow on his hard leather boot, pushed down on the top to bend it slightly to give the bowstring enough slack to the top bowstring loop on the top of the bow. When he released the pressure, the short straightened out enough to create enough pressure in the string for the tool to shoot.
When the string was readied, Neras reached behind him, pulled a arrow out of the quiver, and placed it onto the bowstring. Walking to the firing line, he placed his left foot on line, spread his feet apart to shoulder length apart, and bent his knees slightly, so he wasn't as stiff. Lifting his bow with his left arm, he pointed the sharp tip of his arrow at the center and pulled back the bowstring. When the arrow moved, he needed to readjust the tip of the arrow back to the center of the target. Holding the arrow in the ready to fire position took a lot of strength, so he could feel the muscles and the abdomen start to arch, so he released the bowstring and watched the arrow soar towards the target. Neras saw the arrow sailed over the target and into the haystack behind the target. It was a awful shot, but it was the first shot of the day. If his mother was here, she would have critiqued him with some helpful pointers, but she wasn't, so he had to fend for himself. Swearing softly in vani, the half breed reached behind him for another arrow and got into his ready position for another shot at the elusive target.
Location: Proving Grounds
Who: Neras and Carus
Even though, Neras was just going to the Proving Ground to work on his archery, the young man was geared up for war. The Guardian was wearing his non standard leather armor, quiver filled with hunting arrows and short bow on his back, and the short sword and scabbard on his waist. Ever sense his bout with death, he had a new outlook on life. He wasn't a kid no more, and he needed to be a adult, or he might find himself face down in a alleyway somewhere or back under the doctors knife. All those possibility were not a opinion in the young man's eyes. The young man's grey eyes had a hidden fire behind them with a determination to challenge himself to get better. He needed to get better at killing otherwise he would just be another victim. Dira decided to not take him, so it was fate that he survived to avenge his mother. The young man needed to talk to his mother's lover again, Berkley Whispers to ask him if he knew anything about her death. He doubted that he played apart in it, but the Sunberther in him was paranoid enough to not rule it out. He hoped not because he like him as a person, but anything was possible especially with the amount of money the priest were offering.
Walking up to the gates of the Proving Grounds, Neras took off his archery arm guard and showed the two burly guards his brand on his hand. One of the guards looked at him and said with a chuckle, “Well your finally not slacking on the job. Jinx could for you.”
Neras wrinkled his brow and said with a shake of his head, “Why does everyone think I am slacking? I was almost killed. It wasn't like I was able to train while healing in my bed...”
The other guard laughed slightly, “Calm down kid. We are just giving you shyte. The shyte going to fly your direction all season, so you best grow thicker skin to deal with it?”
The first guard said with nod of respect, “There rumors that the doctor took out your heart is it true?”
Neras said with a shudder, “Yes, it was the price for me. Making a complete fool of myself on the island...”
The second guard shook his head and said with a nod, “Everyone knows the doctor has a hard on for torturing people if you in our line of work. You know better to question the good doctors bed side manners if you want to see another Syna-rise. Good to see you back Jinx.”
Everyone seemed to sympathize with him about surviving the injuries and the doctor. It almost seemed like a right of passage for the Sun Birth gang members. Jinx said with a smirk, “Well I am not in the dust yet, so thanks for warm welcome...”
The two guards waved him through the gates of the training grounds. Putting back on his archery guard, the young gang member immediately, walked to one of the open archery targets on the range, and removed his Inarta made short bow from his quiver. It wasn't strung, so he put the loop of the tough bow string on the bottom of the bow. When he finished with the bottom loop, he put the bottom of the short bow on his hard leather boot, pushed down on the top to bend it slightly to give the bowstring enough slack to the top bowstring loop on the top of the bow. When he released the pressure, the short straightened out enough to create enough pressure in the string for the tool to shoot.
When the string was readied, Neras reached behind him, pulled a arrow out of the quiver, and placed it onto the bowstring. Walking to the firing line, he placed his left foot on line, spread his feet apart to shoulder length apart, and bent his knees slightly, so he wasn't as stiff. Lifting his bow with his left arm, he pointed the sharp tip of his arrow at the center and pulled back the bowstring. When the arrow moved, he needed to readjust the tip of the arrow back to the center of the target. Holding the arrow in the ready to fire position took a lot of strength, so he could feel the muscles and the abdomen start to arch, so he released the bowstring and watched the arrow soar towards the target. Neras saw the arrow sailed over the target and into the haystack behind the target. It was a awful shot, but it was the first shot of the day. If his mother was here, she would have critiqued him with some helpful pointers, but she wasn't, so he had to fend for himself. Swearing softly in vani, the half breed reached behind him for another arrow and got into his ready position for another shot at the elusive target.