Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments


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[sblock=The night before]
player sighs in relief at fade-to-black :lol: [/sblock]


Valen looks at his second target carefully. He tests the wind once more, aims slowly, and releases... and as he does, his bowstring snaps! The ranger barely moves his face aside, to avoid one of the frayed ends taking his eye out, and curses bitterly as the arrow flies wide.

[sblock=OOC]Rolled a 1... grrrr... :devil::rant::devil::rant:[/sblock]
 


Muzdum chuckles when Valen misses his shot. "Bad luck lad." the dwar says, then aims and shots the crackling mechanisms. The bolt flies to the target in a straight line, and stucks near the bullseye.

Another 15 for our dwarf!
 

"You looked good. There was a gust of wind right as you shot. I felt it," she lied.

"Ah, thank you for saying so, dear. Really, I still haven't quite mastered not twitching at the last moment. It seems our dwarven friend is proving to be quite the archer." He glances towards his red bearded friend. "THOUGH HOW HE KEEPS HIS BOW STAVE FROM THWACKING INTO THE GROUND WHEN HE SHOOTS, I'LL NEVER KNOW!" Aohdan says loudly enough for Muzdum to hear over the thronging crowd.
Aohdan smiles at Alaric's consolation. "Let's hope so, yes."
 

"Tha's 'cuz 'ts e crossbow horsy, lasses use bows ye know?!" the dwarf answers in a loud rough voice. "Oi'! Take me keg 'ere, Ah' need ma'medicine." Muzdum asks, moving his hands in the air, trying to get Aohdan attention. Unluckily he is too short. "Bloody tall humans. Ah' need me ale, Ah'm so sober Ah'm loosin' me aim." he comments casually to the contestant next to him.
 

"ah, the loyalties of fr4ienship to draw encouragement for strength." the swordsman gives Ahodan a playful grin and says nothing more.

"mi lady, perhaps you are thirsty? if you wish, i can find a glass of wine for you?"
 



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