TP: 55th of Summer, 513A.V 3rd of bell
Sei held the archers target in his right arm, and a hammer in his left hand. He had put some nails in his pocket, and was heading away from the city gates. He hummed a bit as he walked, the occasional breeze pushing against his body. With his longbow and quiver strung over his back, he walked deeper into the woods. He pushed low branches out of his way, and walked directly in the path of the sun. As he got deeper into the forest, he stopped and scanned his area for a nice sized tree. He found a thick tree and casually strolled toward it."Perfect." He said happily. He put the hammer on the cool grass of the bronze woods, and gripped the target. He placed the target on the tree trunk, and holding it steady with his right arm, he put a nail between his teeth with his left. He bent down and gripped the hammer in his left, and leaned his forearm on the target, and placed the nail on the upper right edge of the target, and used the hammer to force it through the target and into the tree bark. He did the same with the upper left edge of the target and stepped back. "Now that It's up, it's time to practice." He cheered.
He walked back a few yards and gripped his bow. He took an arrow from his quiver and practiced his stance. A man named Roderick had taught him how to use it and the proper footing. Rodeerick also happened to be a very good friend of his. He positioned his bow were the middle point was in level with his shoulders, and put 6inched between his feet. He notched back and arrow, and followed Rodericks intructions, launching the arrow within seven seconds of drawing back the bowstring. He kept his stance, remembering that Roderick had said even a slight jerk upon release of the arrow could put it off course. He watched and waited as the arrow zipped through the trees, and frowned slightly after the loud thud of the arrow hitting the target. The arrow had wedged itself into the outermost ring of the Target. He couldn't see clearly, however, due to the mass of trees in his path. He had chosen a thick tree, but hadn't payed attention to the trees' surroundings, and now that he was alert, he was surprised the arrow hadn't hit the other trees.
The Bronze Wood was named after the unchanging bronze and golden brown leaves, and was a huge part of the Cobalt Mountains. As he looked around, there were trees in his path, and he sighed heavily. He walked over to the target, collected his arrow, and studdied the area near the tree. To the north, which he'd come from, there were many trees to block his arrows. To the south, there were even more trees, due to the fact it led deeper into the Mountains. The east wasn't as bad, but there were quite a few, but to the west there were more. He chewed his lip in though, and decided to keep his current location, feeling to lazy to move the target. He went a few yards north, and position himself were his arrow had more of a clean path. Notching back the bowstring with an arrow, he brought it back to the corner of his lips, and tried to launche the arrow within seven seconds. He made a mistake and jerked his hand a bit, and the arrow cutrved to the right of the target, nicked a tree, causing it to plop onto the ground.
"Shyke.." He mumbled, walking in the arrows crash direction. He groaned as he lifted the arrow from the direct, and swore under his breath when he ispected the arrow to find a short crack. "I can't use it now. The wind'll press against the crack and throw it off course." He said with a depressing sigh. The whole purpose of buying the target was to stop wasting money to replace the obes I break using trees. He thought. He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind, and tried to go back to the same spot he shot the arrow. He put six inches between his feet, and keeping them in line with his shoulders. He lifted the bow and put the center point in line with his shoulders as well, and drawing and arrow from his quiver, he brought the bowstring back to the corner of his lips. He launched the arrow, and made sure to keep his stance this time, and watching as the arrow wedged itself into the fourth ring.
He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose while notching back another arrow. He launched it within four seconds, and forgot about retrieving the previous one. He closed his eyes, and listened to the thud of the arrow into the wood, and the echo. He relaxed his tense muscles, and took three deep breaths, listening now only to the rustle of the leaves. The wind whistled, and as the trees shook, he inhaled the smell of grass, soil, and nature itself.
He walked back a few yards and gripped his bow. He took an arrow from his quiver and practiced his stance. A man named Roderick had taught him how to use it and the proper footing. Rodeerick also happened to be a very good friend of his. He positioned his bow were the middle point was in level with his shoulders, and put 6inched between his feet. He notched back and arrow, and followed Rodericks intructions, launching the arrow within seven seconds of drawing back the bowstring. He kept his stance, remembering that Roderick had said even a slight jerk upon release of the arrow could put it off course. He watched and waited as the arrow zipped through the trees, and frowned slightly after the loud thud of the arrow hitting the target. The arrow had wedged itself into the outermost ring of the Target. He couldn't see clearly, however, due to the mass of trees in his path. He had chosen a thick tree, but hadn't payed attention to the trees' surroundings, and now that he was alert, he was surprised the arrow hadn't hit the other trees.
The Bronze Wood was named after the unchanging bronze and golden brown leaves, and was a huge part of the Cobalt Mountains. As he looked around, there were trees in his path, and he sighed heavily. He walked over to the target, collected his arrow, and studdied the area near the tree. To the north, which he'd come from, there were many trees to block his arrows. To the south, there were even more trees, due to the fact it led deeper into the Mountains. The east wasn't as bad, but there were quite a few, but to the west there were more. He chewed his lip in though, and decided to keep his current location, feeling to lazy to move the target. He went a few yards north, and position himself were his arrow had more of a clean path. Notching back the bowstring with an arrow, he brought it back to the corner of his lips, and tried to launche the arrow within seven seconds. He made a mistake and jerked his hand a bit, and the arrow cutrved to the right of the target, nicked a tree, causing it to plop onto the ground.
"Shyke.." He mumbled, walking in the arrows crash direction. He groaned as he lifted the arrow from the direct, and swore under his breath when he ispected the arrow to find a short crack. "I can't use it now. The wind'll press against the crack and throw it off course." He said with a depressing sigh. The whole purpose of buying the target was to stop wasting money to replace the obes I break using trees. He thought. He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind, and tried to go back to the same spot he shot the arrow. He put six inches between his feet, and keeping them in line with his shoulders. He lifted the bow and put the center point in line with his shoulders as well, and drawing and arrow from his quiver, he brought the bowstring back to the corner of his lips. He launched the arrow, and made sure to keep his stance this time, and watching as the arrow wedged itself into the fourth ring.
He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose while notching back another arrow. He launched it within four seconds, and forgot about retrieving the previous one. He closed his eyes, and listened to the thud of the arrow into the wood, and the echo. He relaxed his tense muscles, and took three deep breaths, listening now only to the rustle of the leaves. The wind whistled, and as the trees shook, he inhaled the smell of grass, soil, and nature itself.
You provided detail on how he did his training and the difficulties that came from being a novice.
