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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 2249583" data-attributes="member: 11520">Morley would be a logical choice for the mystery archer who downed the Bugbear. Not exactly sporting, but he is very pragmatic. Let's assume he was second level and 16 years old, and thus more of an archer. Morley had fled from his families lands in Southwestern Sterich at the foothills of the Crystalmists. Carefully taking back trails and little know ways Morley guided his Mother and siblings away from the attacking hoard. They had traveled to the village of Fitela arriving half frozen and nearly starved. He lost a couple of toes and the tip of his least finger to frostbite and his sister was sick with a fever. They had no money and few belongings. Morley was angry and frustrated and joined the band who were fighting. During the battle his own homemade bow had been broken. He took up the bow of a fallen warrior as the duel between Anastasia the Bugbear got underway. The warrior had a huge pile of dead foes around him, but Morley took no notice. He pulled on the warrior's quiver its beautiful elven workmanship obscured by the blood of the fallen. Morley watched the brief dual in stunned silence like all the others. As Anastasia went down his heart grew cold. Thinking he was dead anyway Morley reached back and pulled the final arrow from the quiver. It was marked with arcane runes and fletched with feathers the color of flame, but Morley took no notice. The pull of the bow was huge, but Morley was a strong lad with mucles born of hard labor swinging a forester's axe and pulling logs. He strained to draw the bow back and released the arrow at the bugbear. His aim was true and the arrow caught fire and crackled with energy as it left the bow. It flew directly into the bugbear's eye. Such a shot was devestating and called forth the special magic of the arrow. It burst with flame adding terrible fire to the already horrible wound. Morley was as stunned as any other by what he had done. Men pounded his back and asked his name. Once they realized they were free they began to move away as a group. Morley continued to clutch the amazing bow in his hands as he walked away from this battle. He never learned the name of the fallen warrior who's bow and quiver he would cherrish from that day forward, but every year on the anniversary of the man's death he would light a candle for this lost soldier who's magic had made the simple forester a hero. Objections? Suggestions?</blockquote>

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