Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

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Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

Postby Ioliar Marcach on February 12th, 2011, 7:58 am

Timestamp: 5th day of Winter, 510 AV
Gnawing on his pipe stem, the Inarta drew back slowly on his bow string, his eyes focused on the target in front of him. He wasn't as good at this as the Eagle Riders, but he was practicing hard. With a twitch of his fingers, he let go of the bow string, sending his third arrow into the upper right portion of the target he had made for practicing his archery. With a groan, he lowered his bow and moved out to retrieve his arrows.

He was glad he was the only one here, because his misses with his second and third shot were way off each other, and the first shot, which had hit dead center of the target. The second shot had slipped past the target completely, and buried itself in a tree standing about thirty feet past his target. The third arrow had buried itself in the target, but at the high right portion. Even for a novice, these shots were embarrassing.

As he collected his arrows, he looked around, wondering if anyone had seen him. There was normally someone around, if someone else was doing target practice.


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Changed the Timestamp. On the 13th, there's a blizzard.
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Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

Postby Feyra on February 12th, 2011, 10:02 am

Season of Winter, Day 5, 510AV

Often, she would be found wandering outside, seemingly doing nothing whatsoever. To those who did know, however, she was looking. Looking at everything. She liked to examine what was around her, and try her best to incorporate the patterns and colours she saw into the delicate glass beads and pendants she created.

As she meandered nearer to the archery range, she heard the thud of an arrow making its target. Looking over, she could see a man, striding to retrieve the arrows he’d apparently just fired. She noticed one arrow embedded in a tree a little way off, and her brow raised. Though she quickly shook her head; she wasn’t one to judge. Despite being the daughter of a man who was skilled in using the weapons he created, bows included, Feyra was never able to get the hang of archery. She was lucky if she grazed the target with her shot, let alone hit it.

She moved a little closer, almost into the range itself, and stopped when the man looked round. She gave him a smile.
"Hey. Sorry, hope you don’t mind." She shrugged. If he asked her to leave, then she would, she knew that she didn’t like to be interrupted whilst she worked.

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Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

Postby Amon on February 13th, 2011, 10:04 am

Five days into the dreaded Winter season and Amon was already set on edge. Sakima was entirely convinced about devouring a dek should they run out of food to sustain themselves and the rider felt far too irritated to argue with him over the fact that he did not want his cleaner to be eaten when there was cleaning to be done. He had, instead, decided to head toward the archery range, to at least let off some intangible stress.

He wore his simple black bryda, and katinu of the same hue, with his usual riding boots and his longbow and quiver strapped securely to his torso. His steps were quick, and he ignored many familiar faces until he arrived at his destination. Of course, it came as a surprise that he noticed two others were already occupying the location. He made no move to greet them, however his temper was relatively stable, and there was yet much room to at least cheer himself up.

A girl and a man, neither of which he recognized. The rider was silent until he set himself up at his target, stringing his bow and aiming directly at the crude mark. His hand steadied, but his mind was elsewhere. As he released the arrow it sunk into the halfway mark of the center target, embedded deep. He cursed lightly to himself, then glanced over at the man, “Enjoying your pipe?” He mused, then idly glanced at the girl before restringing yet another arrow.
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Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

Postby Ioliar Marcach on February 14th, 2011, 1:25 am

"Hey. Sorry, hope you don’t mind."

Turning towards the source, he saw the female talking to him. Ioliar lifted an eyebrow slightly, and stared at her.

"Not at all. I don't own the range," he replied around his pipe stem. Clamping it between his teeth, he slid his arrows into his quiver, readying his bow for another shot, which was when he noticed the other person among the range.

"Enjoying your pipe?” asked the man after his first shot, and before his second. The man glanced idly at the girl as he strung a second arrow. Glancing towards the mans own target, Ioliar noticed that he wasn't doing any better then himself, at the moment. But Ioliar had learned a long time ago never to judge by first shots.

With a shrug, the Inarta grinned around his pipe stem. "Petching thing won't stay lit while I'm shooting. Which is probably a good thing, since the smoke can obscure a shot," replied Ioliar as he removed the pipe from his mouth and slid it into a pocket.
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Postby Aurordan on February 14th, 2011, 6:02 am

Aurordan was surprised to enter the range and find it so full. Although many targets were set up, he rarely saw more than one or two other archers at a time.

What was more, the one with the pipe had taken his usual target. There were no rules, not even informal ones, reserving targets, and Aurordan realized his annoyance was irrational. However, he couldn't deny that the man's unconscious infringement irked him. Realizing how silly this feeling was, he suppressed it as best he could, taking an unfamiliar position a few feet down and attempting to get into his rhythm.
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Postby Feyra on February 14th, 2011, 11:57 am


"Not at all, I don't own the range." Feyra smiled, and stepped back so that she was just behind the man as he readied his bow again.

She looked round when she heard an arrow thud into another target, and saw another man looking their way. "Enjoying your pipe?" Feyra watched as he too began to restring another arrow. She recognized him, though not by name. All the Endal were known to the other Inarta. She vaguely remembered seeing him with a stunning white eagle - at least, she thought it was the same person.

"Petching won't stay lit while I'm shooting..." Her attention was diverted back to the man she was standing by. And then again, to yet another newcomer to the range. Blimey, it's busy here today... She gave him a small smile, though it probably went unnoticed, before turning back to the target in-front of her. She idly wondered wether anyone had noticed that she didn't have a bow.
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Postby Vala on February 18th, 2011, 11:53 am

With some free time to burn, Vala decided to visit the Archery range: she liked to watch the skilled Endal string their powerful bows, holding the string taut with arrow pointing straight ahead, and finally, simply letting go, watching as their arrows flew straight and true. Vala noticed four others who had arrived before her: one with a pipe; one Endal; one sort of mixed breed; a girl with no bow.

She held her bow close to her, it was beat up and of mediocre quality, but she had bought it with her own money many years ago, and it held a sort of sentimental value to her now: she could find every little nick and scratch on the wood with her eyes closed, she had even dubbed it Tak, by some childish whim.

It had been weeks since Vala had last practiced, swamped with work and all that; she found it nice to have some time to practice the skills every Inarta should know. She picked an empty target, one close to the girl without a bow, and laid her arrows down by her feet: she had yet to afford a proper quiver, resorting to just carrying her mediocre arrows in her hand.

She strung her arrow and pulled it taught, fingers by her face, preparing to aim. She was just about to fire, but she couldn't help but first allay her curiosity.

Vala turned to the lady and said, as politely as possible as she was a higher class Avora, "Excuse me ma'am, but do you need your bow and arrows? Would you like me to fetch them for you?" She smiled sweetly.
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Is that what you call target practice? (Open)

Postby Aurordan on March 24th, 2011, 6:16 am

Unused to the buzz of conversation around the range, Aurordan gave up trying to concentrate on his shots. Every time he lined one up perfectly, a new bit of conversation caught his attention and he lost it. Finally giving up, he decided on a new approach. Deciding that not all situations would lend themselves to careful marksmanship, he took a completely unfamiliar tack, firing all his remaining arrows without pause, as fast as he could.

By the end, he was out of breath. Pausing a moment, he looked out and surveyed the result. Only about half had even hit the target. Many where stuck in the ground in front of it, and a few had even flown far over the bale. Certainly room for improvement. Sighing deeply, he stepped off the line and turned his attentions solely to eavesdropping on other conversations while he waited to retrieve his arrows.
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