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Post by jahierasaladin on Dec 12, 2010 12:57:34 GMT -5
She found herself on the archery range after she left the dorm, luckily as a member of the club, she was able to get her hands on a bow and a few arrows. The Egyptian scion was in no mood to deal with any curious mortals...people at the moment. Miyet sat near her, by the arrows she had brought out.
"I will not just think of everyone as 'these ones' or 'them', I will not forget just where I started, or why I fight."
With those thoughts in mind, she let loose her first arrow.
[[Attempting some Ren Harvesting through Archery skills =3 ]]
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Post by jahierasaladin on Dec 12, 2010 22:51:09 GMT -5
It was just so easy now! All Jahiera needed to do was to set up a shot, aim a bit, and then let loose. Out of her five volleys, only one arrow was not near the bulls-eye, it had hit the bulls-eye.
As she carried on firing the rest of her new volley, she did not realize that she had gathered a crowd, especially since she was almost done working out her anger.
The crowd was made of some of the archery club who had come by for extra practice and a few other curious students.
Jahiera though, was in the zone, and with her last arrow, decided to do a little trick that everyone had thought was impossible, so after aiming for a bit, she let loose the arrow...aimed at the other arrow on the bulls-eye.
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Post by jahierasaladin on Dec 14, 2010 9:55:59 GMT -5
((Rolls:
The Shot:
<@jahiera_Saladin> Rolling 14 dice:
<@jahiera_Saladin> :: 5 5 6 3 5 9 9 6 4 3 6 7 5 8 :: Success -> 6 , including 2 Automatic Successes.
Ren Harvest:
<@jahiera_Saladin> Rolling 3 dice:
<@jahiera_Saladin> :: 2 10 7 :: Success -> 3))
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Post by jahierasaladin on Dec 14, 2010 10:05:54 GMT -5
"Holy-!"
The swearing and exclamations as Jahiera nailed the other arrow and made it split right down the center snapped her out of her little zone and introduced to the stunned crowd around her.
They were all chatting about her, about the shot and some newly arrived asking if it was actually real. Their words made the little scion blush a little as she tried to make herself look smaller, no small feat, that was for certain, and yet, even as she tried to ignore the words and awe, she could not help but feel like she was feeding, that the words and feelings were her meat and drink, her sustenance.
It felt good, it felt filling, and it made her slowly straighten and give the crowd a little wave.
As they cheered for her, she realized another truth of what she was, what she had been for the past year.
More than a human, less than a demigod...
A realization that dimmed the euphoria she felt at feeling her sustenance fill her.
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