Competition: Archery [2038 Seahold Summer Gather]

[Isilsk]

Archery Competition
Sign up until 14:30
Competition Begins 15:00

Those with some skill with the bow gather for this competition. There will be 3 rounds and each round will be harder than the next. If any competitor misses hitting the target, they are disqualified from moving on to the next round. The winner will be the one to hit closest to the bulls eye in the final round. If a tie should happen, the two competitors will shoot again and again, until one shoots the best shot.

The rules:

• Arrows and bows provided have to be use
• You must stand at the marker and cannot move off of it
• Cheaters will be disqualified

The prizes:

• 1st place: 100 marks
• 2nd place: 60 marks
• Participation: 10 marks

Competitors:
Najden
Darilex
Tazkerov
Kunati

OOC Note: Please sign up via role play. Please be sure to list any talents and abilities your character may have that pertains to archery. These will be taken into account. The participants will be randomized and whoever is last will be dropped from the competition. The last round will be done a little differently. Whoever makes it to the last round will have a d20 rolled to see who receives the highest number. They will be the Grand Champion. Again, any abilities will be taken into consideration.

[Parker]

Najden was more than excited for his first true Gather in the South and the first gather period he'd been to in quite some time. Honestly, he was looking more forward to this Gather than any that Bitra ever held. Down here...he was just another gather-goer...not a Lord Holder's son who was expected to do things and greet the important people that showed up like a proper lordling. While he did dress up in something better than the clothes he did his daily work in, he decided against dressing in his best. Though, he did put on his lord knots...just in case someone from Bitra did decide to show up.

While he'd only just got to the gather, already one of the competitions caught his eyes. Archery. Immediately he headed over that way to where the sign up table was. "Well met. I'd like to sign up, if I may." He said to the people sitting there, the judges likely. They gave him a quill and put a piece of parchment in front of him. Once his name was signed he was told when the competition would happen and then proceeded to explain the rules to him. While he'd never participated in a true competition before, Naji was rather confident that he could follow those rules. "Wonderful. I will see you then." There was a part of him that wished he had brought and could use his own bow, but he could shoot any bow and the ones they had for the competition seemed rather standard.

With excitement and a smile all he had to do now was wait for the competition to begin.

(Najden has the Marksmen skill token)

[Marvealle]

Darilex hadn't been at the Gather long. He had arrived later than most since he slept during the morning. Shortly after his arrival he had found the archery competition, though by the time he arrived the signups were almost ready to close, with last call being called out. He had swiftly approached the signup table.

"Is there still time for me to sign up," he asked, receiving a nod and then the quill and parchment pushed toward him. Darilex wrote and signed his name, and then he was told the time of the competition and the rules. He nodded in understanding to both parts. "Thank you," he said in parting to the judges he assumed, and found himself something to do nearby for a bit while he waited, as it wouldn't be too long before the competition would begin, and he wanted to have a little bit of fun and see how well he did against competition.

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Darilex has Weapon's Student in Archery

[Almoreonion]

Tazkerov, Dragon Candidate

Tazkerov had roamed the Gather for a bit after the knife throwing contest, in the company of his sister. To be fair, they had long ago both gotten used to not spending every second, waking and sleeping, in each other’s presence, but they still preferred to spend a goodly chunk of time together. Tazkerov had wanted to immediately sign up for the archery competition, but Minkelina had already promised her teachers her assistance with a set at that time, and so wouldn’t be able to participate in the contest. She hadn’t been too happy to realize that, but… such was life, sometimes. Tazkerov had been a bit disappointed too. It was fun to work on combat with his sister, even if ‘working on’ in this case simply meant brief activity in competition style, rather than the more free-style training they both preferred. On the other hand, he was always glad to be reminded of his sister having a place in Harper craft, and they did get to roam around the Gather together for quite a bit of time before the sign up was due to close.

Tazkerov arrived at the stand to sign up at roughly the same time as a man sporting knots to mark him a Wherhandler. Dualbonded, if Taz was reading things right. Waiting behind the man, Tazkerov listened to the rules, just in case there were any surprises in there. He didn’t think so, certainly it seemed straight forward enough to him. A way of having some fun, maybe earning some marks, nothing horribly complicated in that. “Still time for me to sign up too?” he inquired, after the man thanked the people handling the sign in — the judges, probably — and moved on.
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Weapon's Master (bow = second weapon)

[Altreis]

Kunati was in the middle of scribbling her name down for the archery competition. What else would she be doing? She could be doing something more constructive than this, but figured she might be able to find some useful supplies at the Gather. Merchants would be there with all kinds of wares, hopefully including some practical clothes and nice weaponry. Already Kunati had a few items marked for a second look if they were still there later (nothing had impressed her enough to buy it then and there), but now that she'd seen there was an archery competition...how could she not? It let her test her mettle against other archers.

It was also a good opportunity to see where she lacked as an archer, for Kunati was certain she wasn't nearly as good with a bow as others. She kept up as best she could with her training and practice at the Weyr but there was no substitute for actual training and dedicated practice versus her short sessions here and there. Candidate lessons, training, and chores just ate up too much of her time.

Still, she wanted to try. If nothing else it was an excuse to practice when she was supposed to be goofing off, an opportunity Kunati would never complain about. Thus she jotted down her name, listened closely to the rules, and went to inspect the bows available. Obviously they were nothing special, not specifically designed for her...but they would do. She kept looking them over while waiting for the competition to start, knowing it would be soon. She did not, however, touch them. Nothing that might be considered cheating in any way. After all she followed the rules, more than could be said of far too many.

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Only has some experience

[Isilsk]

Round 1 Results!

Najden = 12 Points
Darilex = 10 Points
Tazkerov = 15 Points
Kunati = 7 Points

Sorry Kunati, you have been disqualified from the competition. The next round will occur in a few days. Players may roleplay out the results of their first round before the second round.

[Parker]

The time for the competition came and Najden readied himself. His belongings were set to the side with Helix to watch over them. He gave a nod and word of luck to his other competitors. He was a good sport, but his arrogant side was rather sure of himself. He found a spot in front of one of the targets and made sure to stand at the first round marker. This distance was rather easy, beginners distance really, so Naji was confident he would hit the target well. When it was his turn he notched his arrow and took aim. The arrow flew and landed on the target with a nice thunk. While it wasn't a shot to be ashamed of, it wasn't directly int he bulls-eye either. Still, he was proud of the shot and it would prove to be good enough that he would get to go on to the next round.

[Almoreonion]

Tazkerov did better, much better, here than he had with the knives. There, the difference between the blades provided and his own preferred style had caused him to wash out in the first round. Here, there was not so large a difference, and oddly, he’d adapted faster. Maybe it was because he had changed styles of bow and arrow more frequently than he’d tried other styles of throwing knife. Be that as it may, Tazkerov felt a flood of warmth, the warmth of satisfaction, as his arrow pierced the target. Sure, this was a distance typically used only by beginners, but it still felt good to see the arrow fly across the distance, an extension of will and intent, to pierce the target.

Tazkerov lowered the bow, allowing himself a satisfied smile as he turned away from the target, shifting back around the sling in which he carried Sasha, so that the little furflitt was settled against his chest, rather than his back, once more. He’d have to switch it back for the next round, but she liked to be where she could see things easier, and her happy bark-like sound made everything worth it. Seeing that the disagreable young woman, a fellow candidate that he rather disliked, had failed to make it to the next round, Tazkerov repressed a quick grin. It shouldn’t, but beating her was like the icing on the cake of placing first.

[Isilsk]

(Apologies for the long pause between rounds, the competitions are continuing once more.)

Round 2 Results!
Najden = 15 Points
Tazkerov = 11 Points
Darilex = 7 Points

Sorry Darilex, you have been disqualified from the competition. The final round will be next, with the 1st and 2nd place winners being decided in the next, final, round. Good luck!

[Almoreonion]

Tazkerov was well served for his flash of distraction in the next round, as the taller youth (a young man wearing the knots of a lord’s son, though he was not dressed so fine as might be expected and the hold colors… well, Tazkerov was not the best student of holds and their colors, though he supposed if he wanted to he could go discover which hold had dusty red and white for colors) who’d taken second in the first round rose to pass him handily in the second round. Tazkerov did manage to stay in the competition though, making a last recovery with his final arrow that gave him just those few extra points to pass the other latecomer up.

Focus you dimglow! he snapped at himself, stepping back slightly from the firing line to wait for the next round. The last round, that would be, and he had no intention of losing to some lord holder’s kid, and younger than him by appearance, if he could help it. Drawing a deep breath, he pushed the thoughts from his mind, clearing it of all conscious considerations and worries. Worry didn’t help you shoot, any more than it helped you throw. The whole point of training, after all, was to render the actions of combat instinctive.

Fight, don’t think! If you have to think in a fight, you’re already dead!

Another deep breath, to push away the remembered voice, and the concern when the man’s name didn’t come to mind immediately too. That didn’t matter right now. He’d have time later to try and plumb his memories for the name of the man that had taught him that, now, it was time to put that teaching into practice.