Completed Shots Have Been Fired! (Altos)

[Letixia Raigner]

Spring 42nd, 514 Leti made her way to the barns of Windmount stables with training etched into her mind. Ever since her patron had praised her for her improvement, she'd been training fervently. Becoming a Knight now felt like a nearing possibility, rather than some far off goal. But she needed to strengthen her weakest of areas, one of which was her archery. Hence why she was in her standard clothing, with a her quiver strapped to her back, bow in hand, with a full waterskin on her belt. She was going to shoot this bow all damn day until she saw some improvement in herself. Entering the stables, she quickly found a stable boy, asking where the large hay bales were kept. He replied that they were in the third barn, and asked why, worried that the squire was going to do something reckless. His worry getting the better of him, he asked what she needed it for, and smiling, "Target practice." He sighed, then led her over to the barn, and pointed at the massive rolled up hay bale. "You should be able to move that, with some effort, but it will not be easy. And while I hate to be inconvenience, could you take your shooting to the far end of the yard, we don't need anyone getting injured." Leti grinned and agreed. She wrapped her bow by the string around her torso, and looked at the bale. It wasn't nearly as tall as her, but was huge, and looked quite heavy. But at least it was round, so there was that to make it easier. The luckiest part was that the way it had been stored had it already facing the barn door, so all she had to do was push. She climbed atop the other hay bales behind it sitting atop one, and placed her feet against the top of hers. She then began pushing at it hard with her legs, only to find it not moving. Pausing to get a breath, she then started again, putting as much power as her thighs and buttocks could muster. It inched forward slightly, before wobbling and settling back into its original position. Taking in a deep breath, she relaxed herself. She then pulled her feet in a bit closer together. One more deep breath, and then an explosion of thrust, using everything from her legs, to her torso. Grunting, straining, she pushed, and inch by inch, she felt the bale roll. Eventually it rolled enough to allow her to drop in behind it, and she immediately continued pushing it, not wishing to lose momentum. It crept forward slowly, but it was in fact moving. She was feeling triumphant until she realized that it was a really, really long ways to the opposite end of the field. But she would persevere, only slightly hoping someone would come to aid her. If not, she'd manage on her own.

[Altos Ironheart Coglias]

ALTOS 42nd Day of Spring, 514 AV Altos strode through the grassy fields by the Windmount stables. The slight breeze was cool on his skin, the open air and huge green expanse served to remind him how far he was from his old home in the mountains. With a sigh he shook the thoughts from his head to focus on the here and now, which to be honest wasn't all that pleasant either. The stench of the yet uncleaned horse stalls had been carried on the wind and every now and then he would get a whiff of the horrid smelling manure. Ser Logan had noticed his reaction the first time he'd brought him here, and it had been one of the few times he'd ever heard his Patron really laugh instead of the usual gentle smile followed by a soft chuckle. Altos still hadn't quite gotten used to the horses yet, much to his dismay. There hadn't ever really been a need for them in Sultros, and so he'd had little experience with them. He tried to think on the bright side that at least he wasn't one of the stable boys he thought, as one passed him by. The thought of mucking out a stall made him shudder. Yet another bout of the oh so wonderful aroma caused Altos to wrinkle his nose as he was passing close by one of the barns. He was still better off here than the training grounds though. The young Isur had never practiced archery before, and even though he felt shamed that he hadn't made it into the Hammer he still had some pride left as an Isurian. While he was still an amateur in both the use of the shield and sword at least he was trained enough in the use of his battle axe not too look like a complete fool especially in front of the generally inferior races, whereas he had never even strung a bow till a mere bell ago. Hence his current situation. Altos had consulted Ser Logan about the issue who had then suggested the fields by the Windmount stables, he had reasoned that it was probably one of the only other areas that might suffice within the walls of Syliras, and it was spacious enough that one could probably have some degree of privacy. As he rounded the corner of one of the few building's in Windmount Altos noticed the bale of hay ever so slowly rolling. He watched for a moment slightly amused. At the progress this stable boy was going he'd get nowhere soon. He slung the bow and quiver he'd been carrying over his shoulder and walked around the bay to offer his help to the boy, it was after all his free time and he wouldn't mind the exercise. "Might I offer some assistance?" Too his surprise as the the stable boy came into view, he was neither a stable hand nor a boy for that matter. It was in fact a girl, and a fellow squire at that.

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Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: Windmount Stables
Manures Are Smelly
Loots

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