The path of an Archer
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_I've met a man called Z. He's a master of the Crafter's Union, and I've decided to improve my fletching with them. I've always made my own arrows, but they have never looked too good. I'm sure I'll learn things from them at the time I make new friends. Today I was out with a small group hunting hobgoblins, everyone aplauded by good aim with the bow. I haven't lost my touch, and actually I'd say I keep improving, and that's good and makes me happy.
Anyways, I'm wiling to learn to craft better arrows than the usual ones I craft.About the feeling inside of me…I've no clue so far. I found a priest, and he told me only that It wasn't a disease or a curse. That's good. But I still feel how it wants to come out sometime. Also, when we were out hunting, one of our group was severely wounded and I could feel it stronger inside me, as if pushing me to go to the wounded comrade...
Strange feeling.E._
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_I woke up in the infirmary of the town. Seems a man called Cabel had found me bleeding and carried me there. I owe him my life, because it would have been matter of time that I bleed out or some creature found me lying there.
It seems im in Norwick, a small town in the region of Narfell. This town has many problems, drows, fallen elven gods, bugbears, undeads, and probably other things i've yet to discover…so far I'll try to stay away from big threats and focus in my search. I need to know what's that thing I feel inside me, it doesn't look like going to hurt me, but it sometimes wants out, and I sometimes can feel it runing through my veins... as the shaman of the tribe told me, I should look for a mage, for they are known for having a vast knowledge on things.E._
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I woke up at dawn, and I was ready to go. I took my bow from the shoulder and got on my way. At first I managed to go past the undeads, but promptly some strange shadows attacked me out of nowhere. They were on me, I had only one arrow, it was hopeless, I couldn't but run. I managed to move away from them, but I was already severely wounded. I needed to find quickly a spot to hide and make them lose my track. They didnt move slow like the zombies I had seen previosly, they were fast, and I was wounded. I spoted a small thick tree area and I knew it was my only chance. I literaly jumped into it, hoping to be able to conceal my presence with the trees and bushes. It worked, after some time they gave up the chase. I was bleeding too hard, and I could barely move my left leg, but I had to keep going. Quietly, dragging my leg, I walked out of my hiding spot and moved away. I saw at the distance a gate and a wall, and for a moment I stoped paying attention at my surroundings, a big error that allowed one of the shadow things to spot me. I turned away when I heard it runing away, it was going to call the others, and being in the open, i'd be easy prey. Suddenly this words crossed my mind "One arrow, one shot, one kill". Missing meant death. I took my last arrow, aim carefully and shot. From the firing of the bow my wounds opened even more, and my vision became fuzzy, and just before I collapsed, I could see the shadow falling to it's knees. One arrow, one kill.
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I've walked out of the forests, but there's not what I expected, there's no town, but some ruins…mayhaps there was a town here before...but so far i've only seen ruins, and some strange looking pigs. I found a hiding spot, it looks like the remains of an old house. I had to bring down some kind of weak shadow, one arrow left....hopefully I will not be found here, and will stay for the night without troubles. I've seen indicators of people walking this path not too long ago, so I believe the nearest town or village can't be too far away. I'll try tomorrow in the morning...It'll be hard. One arrow left....many undead out there. Can hear they creepy walking and noises...I hope I survive this night. One damn arrow left...
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_A sudden noise woke me up a while before the dawn. I quickly reached for my quiver and slide an arrow to my bow, it was quite dark, but my elven eyes could discern something moving in the shadows…it stops for a moment, and I set free the first arrow, a loud cry, and I shot another arrow. Now silence...for a few seconds. I soon started to hear footsteps approaching, and sounds, probably goblin talk. I killed one of their scouts, and they probably heard it and were after me. With only 3 arrows left I knew I couldn't stay for a fight, and I started runing, hoping that my elven vision was better than theirs, hopefully making them lose track of me.
It worked, soon I stoped hearing the goblins move and talk, they are not great ambushers...
I'm safe for now, dawn has just come and I'm probably only half a day walking from the exit of the forest, but I must walk now more quietly, because the goblins might be still looking for me, and I only have three arrows left...I'll walk at half the usual speed, and stay one more night in this forestE._