Public [Veridia] The Festival of Silk and Arrows: Archery Competition

[Kivah]

Arrow Three of Three
Rolled: 12
Score: 9–12 = Solid hit (2 points)
Total: 9
Bow: Kivah's Mirara Bow

And that was why you don't snark off until the job is done. The competition was still an even match. Rolling her eyes, Kivah pulled her final arrow and set it to bowstring. Taking a moment, she checked over her stance and made sure her muscles were relaxed, rolling her shoulders before straightening into a good shooting posture. Two deep breaths and she snapped the bow upright, drawing and releasing her arrow in the same motion as she would if taking a snap shot at game back on Cathar.

Which was probably a mistake, game hunting was about speed as much as accuracy, where simply hitting was as good as a perfect shot. Now she'd hit, but not nearly as accurately as her previous attempts. With a sigh, Kivah lowered her large compound bow and began putting it away in its carrying case. She really should practice more, her love of blasters and automatic fire had bled her skills, now it was up to her competitors to either win or lose it for her.

Iria​

 

[Roten]

Veridia
Tags: Matthew of Valendale

Kiba no Shimai​

“If you can bring me three friends that you have made to introduce to me, I will consider your owed favor paid in full, and you may consider yourself released from your debt for my having taken pity upon you and offered you my loving care, guidance, and shelter.”

Friends... that would be a hard one. Roten knew he was a bit of an ass sometimes. He had a strange relationship with his regulars already. Sure, he respected Jackie Rosso , but they also had a thing going on. That wasn't gonna be a friendship any time soon. Where did he even start looking?

"Alright," Roten agreed. "Fine. Three friends..."

That couldn't be too hard, could it?

 

[Iria]

Veridia
Tags: Kivah

Arrow 3 of 3
Roll: 18
Points: 11


Iria steeled her resolve when she saw the next arrow fly. A slip up, and a clear chance for her to pull ahead. A part of it felt wrong. It was dishonorable to crave victory to such a degree, but the Zabrak didn't care. That fiery nature of her species that her noble house so often suppressed shone through, something ancient and primal deep within her DNA. Passion is what it was. She could deny her instincts all she liked, but inevitably it was that passion which won.

And it inspired high performance with high scrutiny.

Her last arrow flew, straight as a laser, hitting the target with a thunk beside her first. Another near perfect shot. Not perfect, but right on the cusp of perfect marks. It wasn't what the Zabrak wanted. She desired perfection above all else, but the last arrow was sent and gone.

A soft exhale escaped her chest. There wasn't any gloating or celebration, just acceptance of the results. What did she even do now that she had finished?

There was a whole festival. She should at least try to let loose a little and relax, right?

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

"I eagerly await to see who you bring home for me to meet." Matthew said with a smile as he looked to Roten

 

[DM Player-Slayer]

The Festival of Silk and Arrows
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Location: Veridia: Jade Garden​

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To the victor ( Iria ) goes a ceremonial bow, lacquered in deep plum and midnight black, its limbs adorned with delicate floral inlay and its grip bound in fine silk. Beyond the prize itself, they are invited to a lantern-lit feast at the dais of the local daimyo, seated in a place of honor and acknowledged before all as the festival's reigning champion. The champion is permitted to bring two guests of their choosing to join them at this evenings feast.

A hush fell across the crowd as the archers finished their sets… then the garden stirred into applause. Two attendants emerged bearing the ceremonial bow with solemn care, presenting it as a treasured piece of art.

By then, Iria's victory had already begun to ripple through the festival, her name passing from lip to lip with growing admiration. Even among the gathered guests, there was a note of hushed respect in the way eyes followed her.


Kivah

❀꧁༺༒❁༒⟡༼✿༽⟡༒❁༒༻꧂❀​