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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 23, 2015 20:03:56 GMT -5
*around the Last Flagon stands an elf, bow in hand and quivers full of arrows by his side. targets are placed across thick moss covering stone boulders and structures. present with him are a number of youthful acting elves, cautious of those that pass, eager looks in their eyes while banter is slung between them. the silent elf stands there watching, his expression calm, relaxed, and un-moving with the antics around him. with the slightest motion of his hands, the others fall silent directing their attention to him. his words, flow steady and smooth in the elven tongue. after speaking, each of the elves form a line, holding a bow in various stage of make and craft, a few hold long branches that have fallen from trees, each hold a quiver with arrows in the same fashion, some just shafts, others notched for feathers, and more waiting for the sliver of metal to be set. he reviews each when presented, nodding slowly or sometimes quirking a brow as one tries to get by with a fable. he excepts each, offering encouragement to continue their crafting. as travelers pass by, he allows a even and steady gaze to look upon them, offering a dip of the head as they pass. those that linger he motions them closer, an elven swords man sits by looking on, dressed for battle though appears to be at ease. he would offer translations for those who do not understand, for this role has been done in the past.*
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Post by NHmikey on Sept 23, 2015 20:27:24 GMT -5
*A hooded Elf clad in forest garb with bow in hand approaches from the West. As he nears the group he stops and stands quietly watching from a short distance away. A student spots and recognizes him and starts to move in his direction while Amilith speaks with another in the line. The hooded Elf quickly snaps his hand up to stop the youth and points back to the line. The young Elf returns his attention to Amilith while the newcomer continues to watch.*
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sandcastles
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Post by sandcastles on Sept 24, 2015 6:01:59 GMT -5
A possibly gorgeous (should one favor slender, leggy, blue eyed blondes) emerges from the last flagon. Seeming a bit hesitant, she wears a subdued smile as she looks about, a faint furrow briefly touching her brow. As she sets her feet upon the path to depart down the trade road to Arabel, she pauses though as she notes Amilith and his group of trainees. Her expression warms, smile turning bright as her demeanor shifts from uncertain to merry, and she moves around to try to find herself a place to settle down to watch without interrupting.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 24, 2015 12:26:17 GMT -5
*he would look to those gathering, offering a dip of his head to those who approach. continuing his inspection of the youth and their crafts. He is intent, critical of his inspections. afterwards he takes up a half formed log he is carving into another bow. he explains that the wood should be easy enough to bend yet thick enough to withstand the bending and not break. he takes the carving knife,applying to the wood in steady,even movement's, shaping it further while the others return to their places taking up their knives to continue working their bows*
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Post by mandene on Sept 24, 2015 13:18:35 GMT -5
A lithe elfess in earthy and gray colors with red, unruly tresses sticking out from under her hood appears near the group. Forgetting the fishing rod in her hand, she looks at the gathered with curiosity. After passing a warm smile towards the legged elfess, she quietly gravitates towards the other onlooker. She nods to him with another warm smile just before joining in the gawking.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 24, 2015 21:59:37 GMT -5
*after they have all been set to task, he would stand walking around the gathering inspecting the bows they are working on, he would bend to assist some answering any questions and explaining the delicate play in the wood during carving. after overseeing those in his group, he walks off a bit returning with branches, he walks over to the onlookers handing Ess'aoine a brang and carving knife. speaking calmly and in a level flowing voice of elven *e* If you wish, you may join the others, they will guide and aid you as well....
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 24, 2015 22:08:28 GMT -5
*turning to Celithiril and Ariean offering a dip of his head* *e* I trust all is well, if you wish to aid in the instruction I would welcome such, or you may enjoy the time spent making another bow. *he would then continue on to those gathered by the swordsman, offering his advice to them, selecting a few who show promise of further instruction or abilities. he would then answer questions, provide demonstrations, and even gently guide the hands of those who are simply there to pass time. he then continues on inspecting the work of what the others are doing, casting a glance to the observing elves*
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Post by iangallowglas on Sept 24, 2015 22:21:56 GMT -5
A very large man in Wyrm Scale Full Plate walks out of the inn to see all the elves around. "Wow, there's elves in these here woods, who would have guessed". "I may as well go back to bed, not going to be nasties wandering around here today." He'd nod to Cel, then head back into the inn, and his room.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 24, 2015 22:22:37 GMT -5
*he body stiffens slightly as he stops, turning his head as a dark figure suddenly leaps into action, about 25 paces from where he stands. there, a panther is hunched over something, while a small dragon flaps above, then landing slightly on its back. he watches a moment, return to a relaxed stance as the panther rips the flesh of its catch turning its head to the small dragon who takes the meat from the panthers mouth, lazily sliding off the panthers back to the ground enjoying the free food. quirking a brow with a slight frown to the pair.
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Post by mandene on Sept 25, 2015 11:16:53 GMT -5
Ariean places the fishing rod in the crook of her elbow and answers in elven "It's been many years, Amilith, since I've made an attempt at bow crafting." She smiles faintly to him adding "I doubt I can help in teaching your group. But I wouldn't mind to try my hand at it once again."
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Post by EDM Entori on Sept 25, 2015 14:10:14 GMT -5
*finds the targets they are shooting at quietly, placing cards of illusion at the base.. soon there are illusonary beholders, ogres, and trolls at the end of the 'range'.. Entori very SWIFTLY.. moves behind the nearest tree, before the arrows start*
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 26, 2015 11:59:14 GMT -5
*at the appearance of the monstrosities some react quickly while others stand in fright watching on, in a fluid motions Amiliths bow is in hand, arrow knocked, then loosed at the target. the blades man, swift and flowing like a rivers water moves into action. helm set he chants, a touch to his blade in one motion, he moves to engage the targets*
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Post by sandcastles on Sept 26, 2015 12:24:00 GMT -5
Where she sits, cradling the branch she had been left with, the blonde elfess lifts a hand, murmuring her way through a swift series of arcana, then pauses her brows lofting as she looks on, her motions falling still, though her hands remain out to the sides, delicate fingers curled slightly in poise to renew. Her expression wavers from concern to a smile that she tries to hide, the furrow on her brow wobbling as she tries to maintain a look of concern.
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 27, 2015 11:15:35 GMT -5
*as he notices his arrows have no effect, he gives pause turning his head to the panther and dragon who still ea,t as if listening to something unspoken. he looks again to the monsters as they just stand there doing nothing; he shrugs his shoulders in typical fashion lowering his bow, speaking softly to the group* *e* It would seem we have company. Still your bows and see if you can find one that is hidden these are not real *he motions to the monsters*.
*slowly each of them realize the illusion some still remain cautious and frightened but others take to the new task of a hunt*
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Post by EDM Entori on Sept 27, 2015 12:00:03 GMT -5
*entori appears from invisible viel*
do not bother, I was testing your reflex brother!. *the illusions fade quickly after a time, though one remained, a beholder*
I will teach the mathora of this one.. for those willing to listen, *gathers one or two kin to listen to the ways of the illusionary beholder*
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Post by mysticalkas on Sept 27, 2015 12:10:19 GMT -5
*dips his head directing all to listen to him as he walk to the back of the elves who settle in once more for instruction, those that were frightened begin to calm as he explains what has happened*
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Post by mysticalkas on Oct 13, 2015 15:48:55 GMT -5
*after the lessons are concluded, he walks around checking the advancements each have made with their bows and/or arrow making. directing a few here and their in the next step of the process, those more advanced in their crafting he instructs to aid the others for a while longer. at the end of the session, he gathers them all to return to Arulem Sylv'stria, letting them return to their families. those not living there are told that he will return in a tenday to continue should they wish to partake again. if they wish they may leave word at the inn if need of him is requested. dipping his head and bidding them well he returns with the younger elves, the blades-man bringing up the rear.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Oct 20, 2015 13:03:25 GMT -5
*a tenday has passed, where once more Amilith walks to the area outside the Flagon, a blades-man joining him. they search the area for a time, checking in the inn, and near by areas. the blades-man departs shortly after, only to return with a group of elves who carry bows in various stages of make along with a quivers full of arrows; some are finished, and others are being completed. they resume their instruction while Amilith threads his way through the group, discussing and aiding those who need help. a few of the would be students are doing the same, they offer aid to the others while one sits with the blades-men, he too wears a blade at his side and a long bow strung over the shoulder to lay across his body. they speak in common while they explain the process to those who join and do not understand the elven tongue. they remain for the entire day, speaking of techniques, variation in stances, proper placement of hands and strength of pull. they eat not as one group, but when they feel the need, then return to the lessons. unstructured by many of those who would see this, for it appears lazy, and unfocused to those on the outside. only once did Amilith speak quietly with a group, making a casual motion to the bows around them, he would crouch down to speak, they would then dip their heads, retrieve their bows and set back to work. this time, there are more animals present, they stay off to the side with a panther and small dragon. a wolf, bear, badger and pixie all watch on. it would be noticed easily that some of the elves would look over in that direction fondly smiling before returning back to what they were doing.*
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Post by mysticalkas on Nov 18, 2015 19:36:06 GMT -5
*this day there is a stillness among the group who learn, a gathering of kin yes, though their appearance is a strange mix. Amilith speaks off to the side while answering the occasional question of the bow or arrow craft with a small group of elves not seen among the Hullack. he speaks to a rather odd looking elf, barely clothed, hair a mess, bare of foot who carries a staff. another keeps to the shadows, running a brush through his hair picking his clothing of leaves that fall, all the while watching the other members, letting his eyes linger on another. this one stands there a pack on the ground that is open, plate mail of elven steel can be seen as well as a helm and long-sword of exceptional making. the last stands by smiling at the students offering encouragement while an unfinished bow rests beside the log he was sitting on. some of the students would look to the small group listening in on what is being discussed. the reason for the gathering, the names of the others, and a morning set for the long travel north, gathering supplies. one could say there was an argument of sorts going on, if one could picture 5 elves standing in various fashion speaking calmly. posing many questions debating everything and then silence as they all seem to consider valid points. I suppose one could say it was a heated argument between them. frowns are constantly give from Amilith to the wild elf called Awa'eth at his idiotic nature while a blades-man called Bael'Nu chuckles a bit them. Gefsdin stands beside Bael'Nu watching with disinterest to the conversation, instead taking more notice of the well muscled arms of Bael'Nu, and the barely clothed Awa'eth. Dressed in blue and silver Delfin watches it all only interjecting to offer a missed point or add to the conversation. at the end, the quick conversation that lasted from sunrise to sunset is completed. Amilith and Delfin return with the students to their home, Awa'eth finds a nook to settle himself while Gefsdin and Bael'Nu make their way to the inn and softly spoken words from Gefsdin about how he needs his back washed while a hearty laugh escapes Bael'Nu lips. he jests which earns his a scathing look from Gefsdin at mention of sending one of the serving girls up to his room to help wash his back. A teasing shove is the last that is seen as they enter the inn.*
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