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Post by Manwë Súlimo on Apr 14, 2006 14:42:28 GMT -5
Come and learn to fight, learn to shoot, Learn to become a warrior.
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Post by Tenith on Apr 24, 2006 20:58:16 GMT -5
(lol twang)
Twang, Tenith let loose another arrow hitting his target perfectly in the middle. If there was any where he could show his talent with diffrent variety of weapons it would be here. Once again he pulled back his bow and another arrow went through the air. Landing right next to the last one.
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Post by Faramir on Apr 25, 2006 2:47:17 GMT -5
Faramir stood in the door way and looked at Tenith shooting. He clapped with his hands" Very impressive." He walked over to him. " If you are interested in a job then I may have something for you?" He asked.
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Post by Tenith on Apr 25, 2006 15:09:28 GMT -5
"Maybe" He said. He paused, he did need to pay off his small inn debt and he did hate the city. Tenith prefered open areas. "What type of job?" He asked Faramir.
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Post by Faramir on Apr 25, 2006 16:55:17 GMT -5
"I see you are good at shooting, what do you say to become to be one of my Rangers, we need more help to get the evil away from our lands. Will you join me and my Rangers, you will be given good payed?"
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Post by Tenith on Apr 25, 2006 17:24:09 GMT -5
"Thats quite a honor i hear they dont give that job to any one." Tenith said. "Where am i needed?" He asked faramir. Which apprently now is his boss.
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Post by Tenith on Apr 27, 2006 15:26:06 GMT -5
Tenith looked at Faramir. "Lets get a move on i bet evil doesn't wait" He said. "Is there a stable i can use we are going to ithelien correct? Or do you have something else in mind."
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Post by Faramir on Apr 27, 2006 17:58:13 GMT -5
Faramir nodded. "Yes we have a stable. Get a horse as fast as you can. We should get to Ithilien right away."
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Post by Tenith on Apr 27, 2006 17:23:59 GMT -5
The elf nodded. Assuming the stables would be next to the gate he ran there and did find one. Tenith jumped onto the closest horse which happened to be white. He waited at the gate for Faramir.
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Post by Tenith on Apr 29, 2006 17:18:10 GMT -5
Tenith began riding ahead. He would just track the rangers in the forest of ithelien.
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Post by Faramir on May 2, 2006 6:28:20 GMT -5
Faramir rode Tenith.
OCC: We make a new thread. In Ithilien.
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Post by Theramir on May 6, 2006 6:51:39 GMT -5
theramir piced up his arnor bow:chatch the arow doll :he did shoot
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Post by Theramir on May 6, 2006 6:54:39 GMT -5
theramir was sepraisd he didnt shoot sense he was 15 year.then did he go to pic up his sword and went to cair Andros
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Beleger
Leuthenant
King of Ered Luin
Life is tough, and if you have the ability to laugh at it you have the ability to enjoy it.
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Post by Beleger on May 25, 2006 10:34:50 GMT -5
'Time to test the modifications of my blunderbuss right here', Beleger said loudly to himself while filling his moddified steel barrel with a strange black powder.
After that he took a rock from the small purse on his side and placed it carefully in the barrel.
He readied the trigger, aimed for a straw man and fired.
'Bang'
'hack...koff! Blast this smoke... koff'
Beleger's face and beard were coverd in a black dust, as was the steel barrel.
Beleger hitted the dust from his beard 'I gues this need some refining.... koff'
But when Beleger picked up his blunderbuss and looked up, he noticed to his surprise, that the straw man was knocked over by the power of the shot.
Beleger was astoundished.
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Post by Bridie on May 26, 2006 6:58:54 GMT -5
(Okie. I am going to post really long... yep Im a bit neurological if that is how ya spell it. But hey... I wrote this ages ago.. time to test it..)
Into view came a horse, the colour of gold, and a snow white mark splashed down it’s face, gleaming in shadows. In the dusk it’s headstall flickered and flashed , as if it were studded with gems of living stars.
The riders cloak streaming in the wind, as the horse galloped with enthusiasm. It came to a flying halt. It arched its neck and shook it ardently, it golden hair flying from side to side. The rider sat peacefully and kept a calm grip on the saddle horn, despite the beasts movement.
Her hood flew back revealing the fair golden hair and blue eyes she possessed. That seemed to be filled with thought, wisdom, knowledge and concentration. All of this in her glance, as if she was one who had seen many winters, yet still was young. Above her brow was a few blue gems. Beneath the saddle, hidden, just, was a sheath bearing a long sword. The sheath had been made to fit the sword and was overlaid with a tracery of flowers and leaves of gold and silver.
She held well positioned in her arms a bow, that was long and stout, strung with the strongest threads. Though strung in the bow was a staggering and peculiar arrow. It to was long and steady. It’s head was sharp and intense, the look of cold and icy waters in it. Despite the look of it, threaded around the body of the arrow, was an elf hair with similar blue gems to the ones upon her brow. The arrow was made for war, and if it were to touch a being with poison on the tip, the poison would enter the blood cells and paralyse the body to death.
The horse turned sidewards, and the rider upon the horse positioned the arrow and with great conception studied the target. Her gaze was not interrupted and as she studied the target she spoke, in another language, “Ilfirin nairelma nauva i nauva,
Ilfirin nairelma ar ullume nucuvalme, Nauva i nauva melme nóren sina nairelma.”
She released the arrow from her grip. For a minute it seemed to sit there, then glided gracefully towards the target, still her eyes fixed on her target as she waited for the arrow head to sink into an area on the target. Finally it landed, in the middle. She lowered her bow and looked at the outcome, she was quite pleased with that shot. She dismounted her beast, with anticipation, and gathered the horses reins and led it over to the target.
Without any main force she withdrew the arrow from where it was positioned and placed it amongst the many of the identical arrows in her quiver. She looked at all the holes in it, quite amazed at how many times this target had been, but only once had it been hit in the centre. It puzzled her. During all this she had not taken any notice of any who may be in the training fields and still she did not.
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