Entry tags:

! complete, (plot), jill sorrel, sydni tethviel

Tournament: Archery Contest, Round Three
Who: Hilda Aelricsdottr, Linn Flannghaile (NPC), Ser Bridget Pryce (NPC Knight), Arja Serik, Jill Sorrel, Sydni Tethviel and open to spectators
When: 3 Solis, 9 am
Where: Tournament grounds, Vigil’s Keep
Rating: PG
Summary: The final round of the archery competition is underway. On this day archers from all across Thedas will compete, with one being declared the winner.

The day had dawned clear and bright, not a cloud to be seen in the sky, and already the heat of the sun had drawn sweat upon many a man’s brow. Alistair himself was no exception. Worse off perhaps due to the gleaming armor he had to parade about in as he led the proceedings. His attempts to coerce Bethany into opening the day’s competition had fallen flat, not helped by his escape from the prior evenings fete. It had been worth it though, he thought, as he idly mopped the back of his neck.

A sudden gust of wind stole across the area, drawing many relived sighs from the assembled crowd as it eased away the worst of the morning heat. It grew until soon enough a strong breeze continuously buffeted those who had gathered to watch the competition. While Alistair was just as thankful for the breeze as the people packed into the stands he couldn’t help but wonder what affect it would have on the archers. Archery had never been a skill he had been particularly gifted at, not gifted at all in fact, but even he knew how the strength and direction of the wind could influence a shot.

Shifting in his seat he tried to catch Bethany’s eye, wondering for a moment if he should delay this round for a moment until the winds abated somewhat. All that earned him was a look, one which meant it was high time he stood up and got things started. Sometimes he really wondered, and most assuredly without a pout, just who was the Warden-Commander of Ferelden.

Pushing himself up from his chair he smiled at the crowd, waiting until he held their full attention. When it seemed as if every eye was on him he spoke. “On this fine morning let me welcome you all to the final round of our tournament’s archery competition!” The roar of the crowd drowned out the rest of his words. He waited, shifting uneasily as he waited for them to fall silent. When they didn’t he fell back on the method of calming them that had worked so well the day before. Raising one hand into the air he stood still until even the most exuberant of fans quieted. “Yesterday we saw our competitors shooting at targets at a distance of seventy-five yards. Today that distance has been made even greater; the targets now stand at ninety yards!”

The crowd rippled as excited cheering broke out once more. Fidgeting, fingers drumming uncomfortably against his armor, he only had to wait a short moment before all fell still again. “Each archer will have three shots, the person who holds the greatest amount of points today shall be declared our winner!” Inclining his head to the side he looked over to where the line of competitors stood. “Best of luck to you all. Let the final round begin!”

Please note that for this round the modifiers used to adjust dice rolls has changed as the difficulty of the competition has increased. Using the D20 die found here players will modify their result with a +7 if archery is not their primary weapon/skill and -3 if archery is. The closer to 0 the roll is, the closer to the bulls-eye, with 20 being a miss.