"WHA'SDAPHAMAGUH--!" Azril exclaims a brief series of nonsense when he is startled out of bed by the loud noise and falls on the floor. After regaining his wits, he gets dressed quickly and takes himself and an excited Robin out of the cabin. They head briskly to the center of Paladeen to see what's going on.
They pass a handful of other people on the way, all of whom seem to be calmly heading in the direction of the mess hall. When they reach the tower, they see Olifin sitting there with Hithrol. They are also beginning to walk towards the mess hall.
They pass a handful of other people on the way, all of whom seem to be calmly heading in the direction of the mess hall. When they reach the tower, they see Olifin sitting there with Hithrol. They are also beginning to walk towards the mess hall.
Eldren leads them to the archery practice field and presents Azril with a selection of bows of varying sizes and weights. "Take your pick."
Azril chooses a large, rather heavy longbow. The wood is pale and well-oiled, with a few decorative carvings at the ends. He stretches the bowstring experimentally. "I think I like this one."
Eldren leads them to the archery practice field and presents Azril with a selection of bows of varying sizes and weights. "Take your pick."
Azril chooses a large, rather heavy longbow. The wood is pale and well-oiled, with a few decorative carvings at the ends. He stretches the bowstring experimentally. "I think I like this one."
"Good. I'll test you on some others later, but for now we'll stick with what's comfortable." Eldren gestures to a series of targets before them, ranging from easy shots to, in Azril's estimation, quite likely impossible. "Now I wan to see which you can hit. Move at whatever speed feels best."
Azril chooses a large, rather heavy longbow. The wood is pale and well-oiled, with a few decorative carvings at the ends. He stretches the bowstring experimentally. "I think I like this one."
"Good. I'll test you on some others later, but for now we'll stick with what's comfortable." Eldren gestures to a series of targets before them, ranging from easy shots to, in Azril's estimation, quite likely impossible. "Now I wan to see which you can hit. Move at whatever speed feels best."
Swallowing, Azril takes his stance and nocks an arrow to the bowstring. Flexing his arm, he draws the string back. His arm trembles from the power it takes to draw it until he's settled into position. He aims at one of the targets that sits yards in front of him. The arrow shoots from his bow with a low thrum. A blur can be seen flying through the air before the target quivers. The arrow only grazed the top. Azril bites his lip. He nocks another arrow, and takes a few seconds longer to set his eye and arrow on his target. A long moment of silence--then the thrum is heard again. Twack! The arrow sinks into the target--just several inches away from the bullseye.
"Good. I'll test you on some others later, but for now we'll stick with what's comfortable." Eldren gestures to a series of targets before them, ranging from easy shots to, in Azril's estimation, quite likely impossible. "Now I wan to see which you can hit. Move at whatever speed feels best."
Swallowing, Azril takes his stance and nocks an arrow to the bowstring. Flexing his arm, he draws the string back. His arm trembles from the power it takes to draw it until he's settled into position. He aims at one of the targets that sits yards in front of him. The arrow shoots from his bow with a low thrum. A blur can be seen flying through the air before the target quivers. The arrow only grazed the top. Azril bites his lip. He nocks another arrow, and takes a few seconds longer to set his eye and arrow on his target. A long moment of silence--then the thrum is heard again. Twack! The arrow sinks into the target--just several inches away from the bullseye.
"Good," says Eldren. "Try one a little farther now."
Swallowing, Azril takes his stance and nocks an arrow to the bowstring. Flexing his arm, he draws the string back. His arm trembles from the power it takes to draw it until he's settled into position. He aims at one of the targets that sits yards in front of him. The arrow shoots from his bow with a low thrum. A blur can be seen flying through the air before the target quivers. The arrow only grazed the top. Azril bites his lip. He nocks another arrow, and takes a few seconds longer to set his eye and arrow on his target. A long moment of silence--then the thrum is heard again. Twack! The arrow sinks into the target--just several inches away from the bullseye.
"Good," says Eldren. "Try one a little farther now."
Feeling a little more confident, he moves a little way down the line where the targets were positioned further away. He takes his stance and studies the target for a moment before nocking an arrow. The first two land in the grass; one several yards before the target, one beyond it. The third arrow hits the target. The fourth hits the ring closest to the bullseye.
"Good," says Eldren. "Try one a little farther now."
Feeling a little more confident, he moves a little way down the line where the targets were positioned further away. He takes his stance and studies the target for a moment before nocking an arrow. The first two land in the grass; one several yards before the target, one beyond it. The third arrow hits the target. The fourth hits the ring closest to the bullseye.
"All right. Now continue along the targets until you can no longer make the distance."
Feeling a little more confident, he moves a little way down the line where the targets were positioned further away. He takes his stance and studies the target for a moment before nocking an arrow. The first two land in the grass; one several yards before the target, one beyond it. The third arrow hits the target. The fourth hits the ring closest to the bullseye.
"All right. Now continue along the targets until you can no longer make the distance."
He continues like this; despite the targets getting further, his aim becomes better, as he hadn't had the chance to practice during his travels. He is finally defeated by a target that sits a little over two hundred yards away. The other targets are littered with arrows, mostly sticking out from the bullseye.
