Redwall Abbey's Winter's End Tournament - Day 2 Archery
Redwall Abbey's Winter's End Tournament - Day 2
Charactors Involved - Aethelstan, Gweenythe, Zen, Cobryn, Orph, Layne, Mayeul, Odilo, Cage, and Naje.
RW Abbey: Pond - Archery
Aethelstan smiles proudly as he glances over the area. Everything is still neat and in order!! The tables are set up nicely still, blankets are still neat, chairs are still in once peice, and... His eyes widen as much as he grin does. The bonfire is still going! HAH! It's about half the size it was yesterday, but surprisingly burning strong still! He grins and smiles, then looks around and spots two large bags he set up.
Just needs a bit of attention if he wants that bonfire to be back to form again. A pit of a poke, some more fuel... It's lucky if it doesn't rain, and the sun is about for removing morning dew from those blankets. Gwenn' has ventured out. If it's archery, she certainly can't join in, but she can watch, of course. Her large ears twitch curiously at the scene, and she has the look of someone who has not long awoken and washed, fresh from roost.
Zen smiles and is resting on one of the blankets. He spent the whole day outside near the bonfire. Hehe, he must have been feeding it to keep it going all day. He snores softly ontop of the blanket though, happy as could be and with... about a half a bottle of strawberry cordial wrapped in his paws!
Aethelstan grins as he spots Zen, then smiles up at Gwenn. "'Ello! How are ye?" He goes over the bag, opening it and grinning. He pulls out a target. It's not too big, but a very nice one. "Hehe, oi can' wait!"
"Ben vespre, Senher. I am... well, thank you." Her ears perk again, flicking from Zen to the mouse retrieving a target from a bag. Interesting. So, the archery cannot be far away then. It should be fun to watch. "Um, and how are you, Senher?"
Aethelstan smiles softly. "Hehe, Oi is foin! Hehe, loik at this!" He pulls out an arrow, but it's not like a normal arrow. Nope. It's blunted! "Em abbeydwellas' can' take away a stick! Hehe, Oh this works jus' foin!"
Zen rolls onto his belly now, his paw slowly slipping into his muzzle as he sucks on it.
Gwennythe aws a little, catching sight of the sleeping dibbun out of the corner of her eye, but her ears and her eyes are mostly upon what Aethelstan wants to show her. The little novice tilts her head. "So how... Um, how do they stay in the target, if they are not more than a stick,Senher?"
Aethelstan smiles and chuckles. "Oh, why... hehe, they'll stay. Watch..." He takes one of the arrows, infact, now that he has only one in his paw, rather thin arrows, and pokes it into the target. "They are thn' 'nough to poke through! Hehe, Oi thnk' it'll be foin!" He then starts to pull out some bows.
Zen continues to sleep and suck on his paw, the bottle of cordial tucked under his arm as if it was a plush doll.
Gwennythe ahs and nods, ears flapping just a little. Thin arrows. Right. Hmm, but with the force some beasts can fire them, surely they'll still be a little dangerous. Well, lets just hope everyone is sensible then... "I see. Very, um, clever, Senher." She nods appreciatively as she looks at it.
Aethelstan chuckles a little and smiles. "Hehe, thank ye! Oi woulda' brought real arrows, bu' that's too dangerous. Hehe, then Oi'd havta' have the even' outsoid of Redwall... bu' then there woul' be a foit fer sure!" He glances over at Zen, chuckling and shaking his head. "Oi hope e' doesn' grow up ta' be a drunk!"
Zen yawns softly, waking up a bit as he pulls his thumb from his muzzle.
Gwennythe smiles, fondly and shakes her head. "I think, Senher, that cordial is a much different beast to the ales and spirits enjoyed by drunks... You may fear for naught of Pichon's future." She offers, gently, using the nickname she attaches to most of the dibbuns, whether they're smaller or they're as big as the little bat, herself.
Aethelstan smiles and nods his head a little, chuckling. "Hehe, tha' is o' great relife then! Hehe!" He smiles, setting out more bows and arrows till he had two neat little piles. He glances back over to Zen and thinks a bit. "Hehe, remoins' me of me ol' man after he drank up all ou' Octoba' ale! Hehe, e' couln' get up for the whole da'!" He then goes to another bag, but there's only one thing in it.
Zen sits up, looking around and mumbbling to himself. He yawns yet again, then blushes a little. "Uh.. oh.. OH! Hellos..." He smiles a bit, then looks at the bottle of cordial, grinning a bit.
Gwennythe winces a little. She cannot even imagine how someone could drink so much. A flimsy build and even her temperament might suggest she has so, so little to do with alcohol... As Zen awakes, she turns her head to smile that way. "Ben vespre, Pichon."
Aethelstan smiles at Zen and chuckles. He doesn't say anything, but he carefuly takes out a very nice hand crafted bow. It's much better than any other bow around that he's had. He stands up strait and holds it in his paws proudly.
Zen smiles at Gwennythe, waving a paw. "Oh.. I's not Pichon.. hehe, I's Zen Malori Fetcher, the bestest thief in Mossflower!" He giggles softly, starting to enjoy the title.
Gwennythe raises an eyebrow a little. "The... best thief?" She queries. "I do not think this, perhaps, an advisable thing to advertise, pichon Senher, nor... the most noble of titles..." She's trying to say it as gently as possible. "But, I can call you Zen, if you are not fond of 'Pichon'..."
Aethelstan's ears perk at the conversation, but he stays focused, making sure everything on the bow is perfect!
Zen grins and smiles at Gwennythe, "Hehe, Ok. I'm a theif though! Heheh, but yes, you can calls me Zen." He smiles happily and then glances back at the cordial. Oh how he loved cordial!
"Sooo... Why are you a thief, Senher Zen..? I am not sure that is a good thing, mind you..." She's a tad worried in her tone. One ear is seeking out that bow, but Zen has most of Gwenn's attention.
Aethelstan smiles and chuckles, putting the bow back away. He then glances towards the bonfire, slowly starting to need some attention. He gets up and grabs some sticks that were just laying about and tosses them in to it,
Zen smiles softly at Gwennythe. "I's gonna bes a good thief cause I wanna helps peoples who needs it." He grins and nods his head. "Also makes me fasters and strongers and more steadys and stuffs like that. Da' told me so." He once again nods his head and chuckles.
Ack. How to handle this..? A little wannabe Robin Hood... "You want to be a... thief... to help people.. And... to be faster and stronger? I do not think I understand this, Zen... A thief will help you to be this..?" She shakes her head, confused a little.
Corbyn wanders from further out in the yard, a makeshift bow slung to his shoulder. "Shame it be Bows n' Arrows. I bet I'd get a bulleye every time if'n it was a dagger or javlin..."
Aethelstan glances up at Corbyn as he enters. He gets a big grin on his face. "Hehe, ello!" He gets up and sees that Corbyn has his own bow. "Oi sees your wantn' to compete, eh?"
The otter holds up a rather crude looking bow, little more then a yew sappling striped of most it branches. "Aye, figure I'd give it a go, try me luck."
Layne has been drifting on the edge of the tourney since yesterday, not comfortable in crowds or gatherings. Usually she'd rely on Lucas to prop her up-- he's handy to hide behind in a pinch-- but the brother has been too busy with the less festive springtime tasks of making sure the gardens and orchards are prepared. It's all well and good to celebrate the season, but, somebody's got to make sure the abbey eats. She lurks around the edge of the pond and watches as the would-be marksbeasts prepare.
Zen smiles as his ears perk. "Shoot.... arrwos?!!?" He smiles at Gwennethe and grins. "I wants to be like me da' then. Hehe..." He gets up and glances at the make shift bow as if it was raw gold. "Whooaaa.... th... that's... wow!!!"
Aethelstan smiles and chuckles, nodding at the otter. "Heheh! Well me friend, Oi wishes ye good luck! Bu', ye has to take an' oath. Ye mus' not EVEA' poin' ye arrow at anotha' beast. Ok?"
Corbyn chuckles. "Doubt I'll be usin' one aside from 'ere. I'll be lucky if'n I even hit the target."
Gwennythe nods. "I see. Well, it is nice to want to be like your parent, but, um... A thief, Zen? Is your father a thief..?" She's... concerned. And not sure where to go with this at all. Oh dear. Zen and arrows now? She's aware of the new arrivals of course and murmurs 'Ben vespre' to them, with a polite nod.
Zen smiles and ndos at Gwennythe. "Hehe, he's.. he's a nice ol' hedgepig. Hehe.." He then sighs happily. "I wanna be's a thief cause he was and because I's wanna.. er.. proves what me real dad said true. Jus' cause it's not liked, dosn' means it can' be good."
Aethelstan nods at Corbyn, chuckling a little too. "Hehe, Oi think' ya'll do jus foin, mate!" He then looks around, stretching a bit. "Oi think it'll be a good noight as well! Hehe, gots a great prize.. Oh! The bonfiah!" He glances at the bonfire, looking like it realy needs help.
Orph has been wandering the Abbey grounds of late. Seeing the archery contest he decides to join in but first he'll need a bow and an arrow. He walks up to Corbyn, "I wanta shoot arrows too. Can I use your bow when it's my turn?"
Corbyn says, "Why sure lad, for all the good it may be. Ya know how to use one?"
Aethelstan tends to the bonfire as the others speak, then he goes and sets up a target, grinning softly. The target was rather easy to penitrate, so the dulled arrows he made should work just fine for getting through. He smiles back at Orph and grins. Oh, what a day! This was just what he pictured! Dibbuns happy and running about, drinking strawberry cordial and the adults being the kids roll moddles!
Orph chews his lip looking the bow over, "Yurr hold it like this and pull back the string with an arrow and ... then let go?" he holds up the bow with the string facing away from himself and mimes pulling the string back.
Zen glances over at Orph, falling silent. He sits down and sips on his cordial, smileing at weakly. He watches the target get set up tilting his head at the colors of it.
Layne drifts, by degrees, closer to the bonfire. There's a log bench-- or possibly a piece of kindling too large to lift-- that suits her, and she has a seat.
Corbyn chuckles softly. "Nay lad, little like this." He turns the bow around to the right direction. "Ya fit the arrow in the string, pull back, and let 'er fly." The otter scratches his chin in thought. "Least, I thinks that's the way to do it..."
Orph cocks his head at the otter, "Are you sure? Maybe we should watch and see how the others do it first."
Gwennythe has taken to frowning softly... She can't say she understands the idea of Zen's... She drifts towards Layne, probably the most familiar face to her here, troubled and quiet. She stands by, to watch the archery.
Corbyn says, "Aye... excellent idea lad. Best watch someone who knows what thier doin'."
Aethelstan finishes setting it all up, having a few spare bows as well! He laughs and grins. "Ahah, there we are!" He glances around and then goes to a table, hopping up on it. "Ok, Oi' think its about toime ta' get this sho' on the road!" He grins and looks around. "Can Oi see a raise of paws for those beasts who wanna' troi thier luck at archery?"
Layne doesn't see the bat novice headed her way until Gwenn is all but next to her, and by then, she's blinking that way, eyes muzzy from looking into the fire. "Hey."
Corbyn raises his paw in the air. "Oi! I'll give it a go. The arrows are blunt, right?"
Orph raises a paw as well, "I wanna shoot arrows!"
Zen raises is paw as well, quiet and nods seeming a bit more serious. "Uh.. Is wanna try's too..." He takes a sip out of his bottle of coridal, then sets it down, no where near the bonfire.
"Ben vespre, Layne." The bat offers, brightly enough, though keeps her eyes somewhat on the worrying mouse dibbun. "You are well?" At least she's dropped the 'M'dam', here.
Aethelstan nods his head. "Yup! All arrows be blun' and safe." He narrows his eyes though, making it clear. "Bu' don' piont NO arrow at any beast... that's the rules. ONLY at a target." He points to the target he has set up and smiles. "Oh, okie. So we has Uh.... lil' Ratty, Otta, an Lil' mousie competn'?" Not knowing names, he blushes a little. "Hehe, okie.. hehe.. when... when ye shoots, please tells me ye names! Oi'll goes ju's to shows ye how te' do it, okie?" He hops down, then grabs one of the decent looking bows and a blunt arrow. "Jus' loike this now..." He brings it up, aims at the target, pulls the arrow back, and... he lets the arrow go!
Paws clasped together and resting her chin on them, Layne looks mellow if not exactly comfortable. "M'ok. Not much f'r parties. How've you been?" She watches the first arrow whizzing towards the target, mildly interested-- three contestants isn't so much a contest as a demonstration, really...
Orph watched closely as the mouse demonstrated how to shoot an arrow. "Who's gonna go first?"
Corbyn nods, watching as the first arrow flies by. "Seems simple enough. Well then, young'uns first. This otta's old and may need a bit of a warmup."
"Tired. Sleepy. And a little worried... It is difficult to know what I am supposed to be doing when it is not time for a class... I think I have mended more blankets than I imagined the Abbey might have..." Gwenn' admits, ears twitching to that first arrow. Interesting. They are starting then?
Orph chews on his lip as he looks over at Zen, "Do you want to go first?"
Aethelstan grins at Orph, then laughs at what Corbyn sugests! "Teheha! Oi agree! Lil' ones go firs'!!!" He glances around then with a smile. "Oh, and... there is a prize... Rules go as follows. 1), don't points ye arrow at 'nother beast, 2), ye gets only 1 shots an there be 3 rounds! Every beast shoots once on the firs' round, then the second. Who ever has the most poin's wins the proize! 3), don't points ye arrow at 'nother beas'!!"
"When you're not in class? I think they call that 'eating' and 'sleeping', Gwenn." Layne talks out of the side of her mouth, still watching the archers on the line.
Zen shrugs a little and sighs, he doesn't say anything to Orph as he looks around. "Uh... do I gets a bow?"
Orph says, "Corbyn has one you can ask to borrow or " points to Aethelstan "he might know where the other ones are.""
"I sleep little." The little bat counters, and could say the same of her eating, but leaves it be. People worry when she says such things, though she certainly doesn't seem to be unhealthy for it. Gwenn's eyes flick over the contestants too, though linger on Zen after that slightly concerning conversation...
Aethelstan hrmms softly, scratching his head. He runs around for a while, then finds a bow that would work for Zen's size. Well, at least he hopes. "Oi does know where otha's are.. uh.. here!" He runs over to Zen, handing him the bow and holding the blunted arrow in the other paw. "Okie mate! Uh.. who are ye now and ye ready?" He glances around and smiles. "O'cours, iffn' ye wanna troi, jus says so."
Zen takes the bow in his paws, finding it's a bit big, but workable! He smiles a little. "Hehe, I's Zen Malori Fetcher!" He nods his head and grins. He looks to Orph, giving a rather odd look, then Aethelstan, wating to get his arrow.
"Do you, um, have any hobbies? I mean, what did you like to do for fun before you enlisted?" Layne makes joining the abbey sound like boot camp, and maybe to her, it seems that way. "Isn't Zen the one who... are they sure he should have arrows?" Sotto voce, and maybe even too low for the neighboring bat to pick up.
Aethelstan hands Zen the arrow, smiling softly. "Hehe, 'ere ye go lil Zenny! Noi, jus' aim for that target, waaaaayy ovah there!" He points to it and smiles. "Hehe, bes' of loik me friend!"
Gwenn' could hear a ladybird on a leaf, apparently. Though she can pretend not too, when she needs to. For the first part, she shakes her head. "I... I was at the Camp for so long... I got used to doing things there... There was... Always something to deal with." She shrugs a little and then perks her ears, looking worried. Yes... Should Zen have arrows? Though her concerns might run more along him running off to rob the rich with that little bow...
Taking the arrow, he smiles and glances at the target. Zen tries to bring the bow up the best he can, the arrow in his right paw. He starts to pull back on it, but he flenches, gritting his teeth some as his left arm wobbles a bit. He mumbles under his breath and pulls back his hardest, then he lets the arrow go!
"There's /aways/ something to deal with, Gwenn. I could stay in the kitchen twenty-four hours if I was dumb 'nough to try." Layne tears her gaze away from the archery to glance at the bat, and just in time to miss seeing Zen shoot. Her head jerks back to see the arrow wobbling in the painted ring. Hum. "Not what I asked. What do you /like/ to do?"
Aethelstan glances at Zen's arrow and smiles, seeing that it actualy made it over to the target! He bounces up with joy, tis' a miracle!!! "Hehehe! Noice shot lil Zenny! Ye havn' had practice now has ye?" He grins and chuckles, then takes the bow from Zen. That must be a relief for some beasts. He then glances around, spotting Orph. "Oh.. ye be next lil' one?"
Orph watches as Zen takes his turn, "You did really good, Zen," he smiles at the smaller dibbun. "Oh, I'm next, ok just a minute." He rushes over to Corbyn, "Can I borrow your bow?"
Zen smiles a little at Aeythelstan. "Uh... hehe, I has had training.. Me da' shows me hows to aim.. but I hads a alley peice.." He glances at Orph, then shrugs. He doesn't say anything, but he smiles softly.
Corbyn hands the bow to the dibbun. "Sure lad. In fact, why don't ya use mine. I'll grab one o' the bigger ones to use." The otter grins and heads off to the side to grab one of the spare bows.
Ack. Classes. Talking about them, and yet she still almost forgot. It's... convenient perhaps? "I... enjoy sewing... Reading..." Zen's shot gets an appreciative smile, wing clasp. She bites her lip. She wants to stay and watch, even talk, and yet, classes apparently don't stop just because of the tournament. She's about ready to head off. "I should get to class..." She murmurs, uncertainly.
Orph grins, "Ok." he walks back over to the line with bow in paw, "I'm ready for an arrow."
Aethelstan smiles at Orph and hands him a blunted arrow. "Okie! Says ye name firs and hehe, Oi'll lets ye goes at it!" He grins, pointing at the target. "Oi think ye'll do foin too."
Layne blinks as the bat begins to scramble for the exit. "Uh. Sure. Well, it was... uh, nice seeing you 'gain. Good luck." Gwenn's a strange one, and that's coming from Layne, of all people...
Orph nods, "I'm William Redfang son of Aikuen and if I'm lucky I won't miss."
Orph jumps up, "I got blue! Hey Miz Layne, Miz Gwenn look it I got blue just like Zen!"
Aethelstan glances at Orph's arrow and smiles. "Hehe, whoi! Ye did quoit well Willy!" He smiles and chuckles to himself, also the nick name he gave Orph. He pats Orph on the back, then smiles. "Hehe, ye's did just great!" He smiles back to Corbyn. "Oi thinks' ye are up?"
Zen narrows his eyes a little at Orph, but he shrugs it off. It's not big deal, right? He can't help but feel a bit of anger towards Orph, but he continues to smile. "Un.. ni.. nice... shot... Orphs.."
Corbyn picks up a regular sized bow, slinging it over his shoulder. "Ayup, so it seems I be. Well, lets see if'n I'm any match for these strappin' lads."
Gwennythe is strange. And, probably getting stranger. She smiles and nods to William as he calls. "Well done." She offers. Then she dips her head to Layne, "Um, thank you. See you soon..." and half flutters, half trotts as she heads off to a short class that she probably doesn't have to go to.
A nod and a chisel-incisored smile towards the dibbun, though Layne is a little puzzled at the name 'William', since she heard nothing of an adoption or name change until now. William. Well, all right, then... She gives the young rat a thumbs up.
Orph says, "Thanks, Zen. I bet you'll win cause you practiced. I just got lucky. I didn't I'd be able to hit it at all."
Aethelstan smiles and nods at Corbyn a little and chuckles, holding out a blunted arrow. "Okie. Uh, hehe, wha' is ye name, sir?" He smiles looking between zen and Orph.
Corbyn says, "Corbyn Seaotter. Just an old otta who, knowin' his luck, will hit the lake over the target."
The otter takes the arrow, a look of extreme concetration on his face. Pulling the bowstring back, Corbyn lets the arrow fly!
Aethelstan claps his paws! "Hehe, tis gonna be a close un', Oi feels it!" He grins and looks around. "Okie, las call ta' join! Las' call! Anyone? One... two..."
Layne blinks. That looks like a three-way tie to her. Huh. She leans a little closer to the bonfire as the sun gets lower. Might be spring but the air is still nippy after dark.
Orph says, "Looks like you hit the target after all, Corbyn"
Corbyn blinks, slack jawed. "So it seems I did..."
Zen smiles and nods his head, clapping his paws. "Good job Corbyns!"
Odilo puts his paw up, "Me! I want to join! Beats cooking!" He runs up, hoping he isn't too late!
Aethelstan spots Odilo and bursts out laughing at his comment about cooking. He grins and picks up a bow, holding it out for him. "Hehe, ere ye go' Odilo.... Oh, here's ye arrow." He holds out a blunted arrow, then points to the target. "Go gettem!"
Zen glares at Odilo, GLARES. He would rather put an arrow through his head that Orph's, uh.. wait, he thinks positive. >.>
Mayeul is already out, but hasn't joined anything yet. He isn't the best at archery, and it reminds him of his brother. He sighs as Odilo goes up to try and get a round in. He turns to the nearest abbeybeast, "At least he couldn't /kill/ anyone with his poor cooking..." The other beast chuckles and nods, "'E rubbed 'at fish loik it was 'e scummy dishes. Didn't loik too 'appy at 'avin' to do it."
Zen smiles and giggles, running over to Mayeul. "I's gonna wins this one for ya! I's gonna wins!!!" He nods his head and chuckles a little. "Hi uncles!"
Odilo takes both and bows. "Now this is more like it, I think..." He stretches his arms behind his back and cracks his neck, and eyes the target with both eyes, with a sideways glance down the shaft of the arrow. He draws back and lets it fly! The arrow hits just on the edge of the outermost target. "Not bad for a warmup shot, right?"
Aethelstan smlies and laughs, "Good shot Odilo.. uh... heheh, Now it's Zen's turn!" He pads over to Zen, handing him an arrow. "Knock em' dead.. er.." Thinking about how others have responded to Zen even holding a bow, uh... not literaly!
Mayeul chuckles at the mole and picks up Zen with a grunt, "Hey there, nephew, what are you gonna win for me? Do you know what the prize is?" He smiles when he sees Odilo's shot go into the red ring. "Not the best shot, is he? You may win yet!"
Layne's rather wishing she didn't ditch the winter vest so quickly. Though when the sun was still high, it was too warm. She hunches a little, arms crossed over her chest, and watches them tallying the first round at the lists.
Zen grins wiggles out of Mayeuls grasp and giggles, then gets up to the line to shoot. "Hehe, OI's gonna does it again! Watches!!" He pulls back the arrow again, squinting his eyes as his paw starts to give! He fights the pain in his left arm... then let's it fly!!!
Cage wanders up, quietly munching a scone, he gives a nod and small smile to everyone as he stands back and watches the contest with interest.
Aethelstan glances at Zen's shot, nodding his head a little. He doesn't say much this time, glancing at Orph. He sets an arrow down for him. Glancing aroud, he runs off! He's just going to get something, and will be right back.
Odilo waits impatiently for his turn, calling out down the line, "Hurry up and go over there, I've got my money shot comin' up! This one'll knock everybody's boots off!" He rotates his shoulders and draws back the bow a few times, getting a feel for the tension as he looks back at Mayeul. He's tempted to say 'oops' and let one fly over there...
Orph scowls at Odilo and readys his bow.
Corbyn glares at the squrriel. "Oi! Ta'll wait your turn like a proper beast, else we'll boot ya from the contest. Savay lad?"
"Nice shot!" calls Layne, from over at the bonfire.
Orph smirks, "See if you can /beat that/ Odilo!"
Odilo huffs, mostly at the bullseye shot, but partly at Corbyn, "Don't see why there needs to be turns..." He stands slightly behind Corbyn as he readies for his shot...
Cage finishes off his piece of food and walks to one side to get a better view of the targets. Hmm, if he would have came earlier he may have joined in...But oh well. He crosses his arms low on his chest and silently watches, one thing you could say about him is Cage never bothered anybeast.
Mayeul gives Zen a wave, "Don't worry, lad, you'll get a bull's eye the next shot, I know it!" He leans over to the mole again, "He's a good lad, poor Zen just doesn't get a break I'm afraid. I hope he wins..." To which the mole replies, "Oi, Oi knows what ya mean, Mayol', 'e jus' needs 'e a gud steady role model... not easy with e' mixed crowd at Redwol'."
Corbyn picks up an arrow. Face twisted in concentration, making an odd face, the otter pulls back and lets the arrow fly!
The arrow hits the target, rebounds off, bounces off the ground, and lands with a splash in the pond.
Layne flinches at that one, and almost goes for cover. Being a spectator to this thing is more dangerous than advertised. >.>;
Odilo chuckles and hurries back over to his target... "Poor luck ya have, mate... Now I think it's my turn, isn't it?" He picks up his arrow and draws it steadily, back with just the right tension, and lets it fly!
Aethelstan blinks, hearing a splashing in the pond, then darts back! "Uh... Oh... Hehe, noice try Corbyn!" He pants a little and chuckles, just happy that no one got hurt! He glances at Odilo and huffs a little. "Odilo... be carefuls now." He shakes his head. "Tsk tsk, ye should always loik before shootn'" He smiles a little.
Cage notes the sudden movement behind him and begins to automatically whirl, but then relaxes as he sees it is just a mouse who is edgy >.> He chuckles at the shot however and does take a step back...
Zen hrmms softly and blushes. He then sighs, his ears wilting a little. "Uh... I's gota does better!" He goes up to the line, his turn. He glances at Aethelstan, holding a paw out for an arrow.
Mayeul hrms, Odilo did better this time around... he crosses his fingers for Zen, who goes next. "Knock 'em dead, Zen! Get a bullseye!" He claps until the dibbun is ready to shoot, then is quiet, letting him concentrate on the shot.
Layne would point out if Cage is 'automatically whirling' at sudden movements then that puts him in the category of 'edgy' quite nicely. :p
Aethelstan smiles, then sets down a couple of arrows, rather sick of handing them out. "Jus' take one... ONE..." He then sits back and watches, holding his breath a little. He chuckels at Mayeul, grinning happly.
Zen takes an arrow and sets it up for the last shot. It was round three! He started to sweat as he pulled the arrow back. He then winces and brings the bow back down, panting a bit. His arm was becoming a pest! He then though... One meathod of aiming his dad tought him. Yes, that should work! He never tried it before, why not now. He stares at the target, then quickly brings the bow up and lets go as quickly as he can, not taking his eye of the target a second!
Resettling on the log bench, Layne props her chin on both paws and watches the third round begin. Still a chance for just about anyone to take the prize.
Odilo would give that little squirt an arrow... point first! "Hurry up and take one!" He watches as the dibbun's arrow lands in another part of the red ring, and chuckles, "Serves ya right for takin' all that time to shoot!" He hopes he gets the bullseye this time! He really is quite shameless.
Zen glares at Odilo. "Well.. you tries shootn withs a burn arms, stupids!!!" He huffs and tosses the bow down, moving over to Mayeul in a huffy fit...
Mayeul droops as he lets all the air out of his lungs, "Oh, well... you did your best, Zen!" He glares at Odilo with virtually all the rest of the crowd, and hopes he shoots the arrow somehow into his own eye. He shoos away the thought and exhales again, "Is there another round, or is he done?"
Aethelstan smiles, "That's ye last shot! That was roun' three! Zen, ye got a total of 40 points! Good job, mate!!" He nods to Mayeul. "'faid it was he las'."
Corbyn looks over at Orph. "Come now lad, one more shot. Lets beat that bloody tree rat of a squirrel. Make 'im eat his own arrow when ya when the prize."
Cage gives a faint cough and grimace. Scone down the wrong pipe. He glances around for something to drink, not really wanting to miss the contest. He secretly made bet that the Dibbun would win though.
Layne isn't even sure at what point she started getting interested enough to even keep track of the score, but, somehow she's found herself rooting for William, and is watching the youth's last shot with careful attention...
Odilo jumps up and down, "Hear that mate, ye' already lost to me, unless I miss completely, pfff!" He mumbles, "...little punk..." and watches the others go. He occasionally looks over his shoulder to make sure there isn't an angry badger or a fox coming to get him. No, good. "Yeah, c'mon and beat me already...", he taunts.
Aethelstan glares at Odilo, shaking his head. "Hey now... ye gonna' get kicked out for bad sportsmanship!" He glares at Odilo. "Ye beter behaves quite noicely... or it's ovah for ye... got me?"
Naje finally comes out of his hidout and wanders out to the grounds, walking leasurly over to the Abbey Pond, giving a small nod to Layne then going to stand beside Cage.
Orph picks up an arrow and notches his bow.
Odilo leans on his bow, coughing distractingly as the rat is next. "C'mon, do it for your new daddy!" He pumps his arm as the rat's luck runs out, and Corbyn is next. He doesn't suppose Corbyn will win, "You've got little chance of winnin', but let's see it..." He winks at Zen.
Layne's ears droop a little. Still, it wasn't a miss... and so far that still puts William in the lead...
Orph room-pages, "Eh, same diffence.".
Corbyn says, "Good shot lad. Least ya'll tie the bugger anyways."
Aethelstan claps his paws and smiles at Orph. "Whooohooo! Noice job Willy! Thats 60 points! Quit a noice job." He then waits for Corbyn.
Zen finaly leaves Mayeul and is now approaching Odilo. Uh oh. He gets up close to him, whispering in a soft voice. "I'll shoves that bows down your throats.... th.. then I's gonna.." He tries for a quick kick at his shin, then runs back to Mayeul!!
Corbyn chuckles, picking up an arrow and putting it to the string. "Well, considern' I can't be any worse off then I am now, best try for blind luck with this shot." Pulling the string back, the otter closes his eyes as he aims for the general area of the target, letting the arrow sail.
Mayeul crosses his fingers, hoping that Odilo doesn't get a bullseye. There'd be no containing that squirrel's head, /anywhere/ within the abbey. He pats Zen, and warns, "Be careful, Zen, don't get in Odilo's way now... you don't want him to have a reason to complain about his shot, do you?"
Zen huffs at Mayeul.. "I has a reason too... so I's makin' it fairs.."
Aethelstan seems to be looking a bit worried at the situation, but he smiles anyways. "Noice shot! Hehe, that gots ye 40 points Corbyn!" He smiles and nods his head.
Odilo doesn't waste time... But he sees Zen and turns around, "What are you doin', you little brat, shoo! I need to concentrate on my shot! Get outta here, ya sore loser, with your poor little arm!" He notches back an arrow and lets it fly, hoping it's good enough to at least tie that nasty vermin dibbun's...
"Ha!" It slips out of Layne, though she hardly regrets it.
Naje takes a step forward, toward Odilo, and gently lays a paw on his shoulder. "Watch how you speak to the kid." Is said in an almost whisper, then Kun Naje takes a step back and once again stands silently on the sidelines.
Aethelstan chuckles and grins at Odilo. "hehe, whoi.. wha' happen'? Ye... ye got 40 points! Hehe, ye tied with Zen an Corbyn! Hehehahaha!" He grins and then smiles. "Willy is the winner!!" He grins and looks to Orph, nodding his head. "Oi didn' knows ye was so good!"
Corbyn guffaws loudly, grining ear to ear. "Way to go lad! Won't Aik be proud when ya tells him!"
Orph smiles, "Uh, neither did I." he looks over at Zen to see if he's mad that he'd beat him.
Zen isn't mad at Orph, not the slightest. He's happy Orph one and not that.. that... squirrel!! Ugh! He turns to Orph and smiles. "Uh... good jobs.. Willy..." He then turns to Mayeul, smiling. "I.. I tieds!"
Orph grins, "Thanks Zen. You did good too and so did Corbyn."
Aethelstan goes over to Orph with something behind his back. "Okie now... Oi 'm gonna give ye something that... that's very valuble to me fer winnin'" He smiles and grins, holding out a... a very neatly handcrafted bow!! It's of very good quality too! "Hehe, Oi mades me me self. Took ferevah to do it!" He chuckels a little and nods, holding the bow out to Orph.
Odilo makes a face at Orph, then turns around, "Excuse me, but I think there should be a rule about touching the competitors. Who are you, anyways?" He folds his arms, trying to act tough. "That dibbun lacks discipline. Let that one loose, there's no tellin' what trouble he'd make. Deserves what he gets." Odilo turns back around.
Mayeul nods, and claps, "You certainly did Zen! And you almost beat Odilo, too! He's all talk, though, I should have known. Oooh! Look what he gets, Zen! Look!" He points at Aethelstan.
Naje gives a smill at Zen. "Good job, kid!" He says cheerfully, feeling slightly letdown that he was being ignored for Mayeul, but hey..."Don't worry about HIM making trouble, friend." Is said in the direction of the squirrel's back, as the Naje still studies the others with a small smile.
Aethelstan sighs a bit at Odilo. "Eh... remoind me... who's... the dibbun? Ye, er Zenny?" With that, he ignores Odilo and smiles at Orph. "Good job mate!"
Corbyn growls, taking a step towards the squirrel. "Best be careful what ya say lad, theres other uses for arrows other then puttin' hole in other folk..."
Zen glances at Naje, then smiles even wider! "Oh, Naje!!" He smiles and giggles. "Thanky!!"
Aethelstan chuckles and ruffles Orph's headfur. "Hehe, noice job mate." Then he looks around. Panic starts to sweep through him. "Uh... needs... a little help... to uh... clean up..." He starts running around, picking up the arrows first off! He could get into some trouble if there's a fight.
Orph says, "Thanks." He chews on his lip, "Do you think it'd be ok if I gave my prize to Zen? I don't need it and he's better at shooting arrows ..."
Zen stretches and looks around, sighing softly a little. He then looks to Orph, blushing softly. "Uh.. ye... William?" He falls silent, not sure what to say!
Aethelstan glances at Orph and smiles. "Hehe, ye be a foin beast Willy... Oi think ye can do what ye wanna." He then smiles and nods at Zen, putting the target and arrows away.
What?! Give it to Zen? What for? "What a careless thing to do with a well-earned piece of artillery! Huh! I tied the little tike, why not give it to me!" Odilo is utterly confused at the selfless act, and folds his arms, tapping his foot. When was the next event going to happen? He's strong for his size, this contest had nothing to do with real strength.
Orph pushes the bow toward the little mouse gently, "I just got lucky, I know yurr better'n me at this - you would have won if ..." the rat nods at Zen's burnt arm, "So um this is yours now, ok."
Zen blushes red at Orph, then.. he.. he smiles. He takes it gently in his paws and blushes. "Ye... ye realy means it? I.. I... oh... thanky William! Uh... I.." He sets the bow down gently, then gives Orph a nice big hug!!! Surprizing, yes?
Mayeul smiles, well it seems Zen won, if not in competition, then in making a friend and earning his respect! "Way to go Zen! Three cheers for Zen and William! Hurray!!" etc. etc.
Orph whirls around, "Cause Zen is my friend and I like him and you were mean to him and I DON'T like you! That's why!"
"Oi! Shut it tree rat. If'n ya don't..." Corbyn picks up the bow he was using, snapping it as if it were a twig. "Savy?"
Orph hugs Zen back, "I don't like that squirrel. He's bad."
Aethelstan hears a snap! He quickly spins around and rubs his head. He hopes it wasn't one of his bows! HOpefuly not, don't look into it now. He finishes gathering up everything, then sighing happily. He's got to get rid of this in the gatehouse quickly!
Layne rather doubts abbey events are supposed to end with muted threats and recriminations. In any event, she slips off to take a stroll around the ground before anything else happens.
Archery Results
Name = Shot | 1 | 2 | 3 | Final |
Zen | 20 || 10 || 10 ||------|40|
Orph | 20 || 30 || 10 ||-----|60|*
Corbyn | 20 || 0 || 20 ||----- |40|
Odilo || 20 || 10 || 20 ||-----|40|
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