[Training] A new Bow and a first kill.

[sharlor]

Time Stamp: 78th of Winter - 510 AV Sharlor stood at the gates looking at his new longbow. The sun caught the wood and shone, Sharlor couldn't wait to try out the new bow. "Mustar shined eer 'bout fitten times odder der, Nice lookin' bow dat, How much did ye pay for it?" The old man who looked like a begger had walked over while Sharlor admired his bow "Too much I am afraid, It looks like I will have to take another 'gutter job' if I want to eat well". The old man turned away from Sharlor, "I see, hope a had some food on ye, struggled to get enogh money to fed meself, No job for a cripple lik me, can't lift ye see". The old man shuffled towards the very crate that Sharlor had leaned against this morning. Sharlor stood; bow slung across his shoulder and walked out through the castle gates.Sharlor stood for a few seconds looking around, he had seen the outside of the town before but he had not left it since the death of hit father. He took a few steps and paused looking towards the gate and then the sky "Good, few hours before dusk" and set off towards the trees. Waiting hidden beneath the trees with his longbow half cocked he crouched un-moving, three bells passed before he saw any game. A step, two step, peck peck and then a pause. Sharlor was sure the old game bantam had seen him, he had not moved but he was very much a novice at blending in with his surrounding. Peck peck, two more steps. Sharlor slowly rose to full height, every muscle in his body screaming, yet he remained silent, He pulled the arrow back 'till thumb touched the crease of his lip. Straightening his back and locking his shoulders he leashed the arrow. Searing pain and in a second it was gone replaced by a throbbing, He had bent his elbow in the last second and the string of his bow had whipped into his forearm with full force.He stifled a scream as he clenched his arm, the rough string had removed a layer of skin but with the pain subsiding his mind turned to more important matters. *Herurk Herurk* The game bantam lay on its side struggling to breathe through its punctured chest. Trying to call out. He had hit the mark square, a good shot but... Sharlor hated himself for it. He did not have a knife with him and the shot had not been a clean kill. Now the bird was suffering for it. He grabbed another arrow and quickly thrust it through the chest killing the bird. Sharlor said a quick prayer to any god he could think of and then turned to the bird and asked for forgiveness. He had killed Rats and small game before but it had always been clean and only at times of desperate need. He had killed this bird, to try out a bow. He tied the bird at the legs and walked back to the gate. "Old man, Waste none of this bird and when you are finished bury the rest" "Thank ye ser" "Don't... Don't thank me." Sharlor walked off thinking about what had happened. He looked at the bow with a new respect. He thought long about the day. That bow had chastised him for what had happened. Looking at it now with a greater reverence he walked back deeper inside the castle with the bow over his shoulder. End.

OOC

OOC: The old mans way of speaking is the way I intended it to read, They are not misspellings, Hope you have enjoyed reading this it is my "first" RP story. I will happily accept any and all feed back. Sharlor.

[Dusk]

XP Award! Sharlor XP Award: Hunting: 1 XP, Longbow: 1 XP Lore Award: Backlash is a bitch, Guilt of ending a life Ledger: None Additional Note This is actually a very well-written training thread! If there'd been more posts, you could have gotten several more experience points! Good job, and I hope to see you around more often!