Chapter 12
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"Alright! This ends your training session with me!" Firin shouted, standing at the front of the line of recruits. "If I had my way, none of you would leave here until you had each perfected the basic militia spearmanship and could hold off an orc with your swordsmanship. But the Gods want you to learn by doing, so next you will learn archery and wilderness survival skills from Calyn. Throw your swords back in the barrel and wait here for her to arrive!"
As the last trainee tossed their sword back into the barrel Firin gave them all a grim smile, hefting the barrel of swords onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. "I wish you all luck, and don't let me see your names on a tombstone any time soon. Even if you otherworlders cannot truly die, the world will not allow you to go against the natural order so easily. Even with the blessings of the Gods." With those ominous parting words, Firin turned on his heel and left, entering the house with the door slamming shut behind him.
"What do you think this Calyn is going to be like? I hope she doesn't shout as much as he did, that was seriously annoying." Astrid said conversationally as they sat down to await their next teacher.
"Mmmmh," Eric murmured his agreement, sad to lose the sword but glad to be rid of the loud Firin.
"That's standard training tactics for new recruits, if you ever join the army in the real world that's exactly how you'll be trained. Hell that's how we train new members at my dojo." Someone else interjected.
Looking around, Eric realized that it was the half-orc who'd spoken, moving over to sit by Eric and Astrid.
"You run a dojo?" Astrid asked.
"Sure do, Phoenix Rise Tae Kwon Do."
Eric's brow shot up, "Phoenix Rise? Isn't that the dojo where the recent provincial champions team came from?" He asked with some surprise. He hadn't expected there to be such a big shot among this group of trainees. No wonder the man was so good at fighting, he was a master martial artist!
"I'm Thomas Berro, although if you ever drop by the dojo they refer to me as Master Berro. Good to meet you." Thomas said, extending his hand towards the two.
"Astrid," replied Astrid.
"I go by Kyp." Eric said, shaking the man's hand.
"Now where do you think our new instructor's gotten off to? We can see most of the island from this hill, but I can't see anyone moving down there." Thomas observed.
Looking down towards the tiny village below Eric nodded. There truly was no one below, it was as if the place was deserted. Looking over at Astrid he was about to say something when he saw that her brow was furrowed, her gaze directed towards the willows along the pond.
"What's up Astrid?" He asked, looking over at the willows himself but seeing nothing.
"Not sure. I feel like there's something over there. But looking closer I can't see anything special." Astrid reported, still looking towards the pond.
Thomas looked at Eric and shrugged. Returning the shrug, Eric was about to turn away when all of a sudden he saw a figure detach itself from the willow tree closest to the stream. As he watched the figure stood up and began to make its way towards them.
"I didn't expect that someone would be able to make me out despite my camouflage, nice going girl," the figure said in a lilting voice. As the figure approached, Eric realized just why he had not been able to make her out against the backdrop of the willow trees, she was clad head to toe in a forest coloured garb, with a thin fishing rod in her hand, a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her back, as well as a hunting knife at her belt, she had perfectly hidden herself from the players eyes. After all, who was looking for a fisherwoman sitting next to the pool when the deafening figure of Firin existed within the hut?
Arriving in front of the group, the woman threw back the hood of her cloak, revealing a tanned face topped by a mane of brown hair that was cropped close to the skull on both sides, revealing her pointed ears. A long scar ran the length of her face from her left eye down past her lip.
"My name is Calyn and I will be your wilderness survival instructor, I will be teaching you how to fish, set a trap, and cook basic meals over a campfire." She said, staring at each of the players in turn. "Oh and of course I shall be teaching you archery," she said, directing a small smile towards the hut where Firin resided.
"Now archery is useful not only as a way to deal with enemies from afar, but also as a way to secure meals for yourself through hunting. As a result, all of you need to at least learn to shoot a bow. Should you ever be called to serve in the militia, you will at the very least have the ability to be put to work on the walls firing arrows."
With a wave of her hand, a barrel full of bows, and roughly two dozen quivers of arrows appeared next to Calyn. Eric heard Astrid suck in a breath and he echoed the sentiment, this was a much more exciting method of handing out equipment than Firin had used.
Calling the players to the front, Calyn handed each person a bow and a quiver of arrows. The bow was shorter than the bow Eric had used in the synchronization test, with the limbs of the bow warping slightly under the pressure of the string. Drawing an arrow from the quiver, Eric observed that the arrows were of similar low quality, the only redeeming features he could make out being that they they seemed mostly straight and the stone arrowheads seemed to be at least slightly pointy.
Archery seemed to be about as complex as spearmanship had been under the expert tutelage of Calyn. Eric simply had to make sure the pointy end flew from the bow and hit the target while remaining even further away from the opponent than he had with the spear.
Calyn's teaching style differed drastically from Firin's. Where Firin had been loud and brash, fixing their mistakes with loud yells and nudging their arms and legs into the proper form. Calyn was much more subdued, offering quiet tips that never failed to improve the results of those she spoke to.
Moving from trainee to trainee, Calyn approached where Eric, Thomas, and Astrid stood, firing arrows downrange at their targets. Astrid seemed to have entered a world of her own, uncharacteristically silent as she fired her bow. Thomas was much more animated, swearing as his arrows veered off target, hitting the sides of the target or soaring past altogether. Guess he's not amazing at everything, Eric thought.
Launching arrow after arrow at the targets that had appeared, Eric once again found himself entering the state he had found himself in back when he shot the bow in the synchronization test. Exhaling slowly, his vision zoomed in upon the target, his focus alternating between the tip of the arrow and the target. As he released the arrow, it almost seemed like he could tell where it would land before it even struck the target. As the time passed, the number of arrows that Eric landed in the middle of the target grew higher and higher.
Similar to the spear training, each time he shot an arrow, he could feel himself making slight improvements to how he fired it. Adjusting his shooting stance, the alignment of the arrow, and how he held the bow, his accuracy rose slightly with each shot.
From afar Calyn's eyebrow raised slightly, "It looks like we have a natural archer," she muttered to herself as she watched Eric land his third arrow in a row neatly inside the bullseye.
"Pay attention to your stance," she murmured from behind where Eric stood, nudging his legs slightly further apart, forcing him into a more stable position. With a grateful nod he memorized the stance and continued to fire.
Observing Eric for a few more moments, Calyn then turned to look at a few other players. While most were able to at least hit the target, there weren't very many with the potential to become rangers, even that half-orc who'd excelled at the spear and sword exercises wasn't doing great. No there weren't really any other talents. Well except for one she thought.
Calyn watched as Astrid send another arrow directly into the center of the bullseye. Her lips quirked up, while the half-elf might have been a natural, this was true talent. Every arrow she fired sailed true, despite the shoddiness of the bow and the arrows. A solid cluster of arrows stood out from the bullseye of her target. This otherworlder would do well, she thought to herself as she raised her arms to signal the end of the archery training.
"Alright! Archery practice is over!" Calyn announced. "Please collect all the arrows you fired and place them back in the quiver. You can just toss the bows back in the barrel but please hand the quiver to me. And yes that includes the arrows you shot downhill Mr Half-Orc," she said to Thomas with an amused smile.
Grumbling, Thomas left to collect the arrows that had flown past the target as the rest of the trainees put the arrows back in their quivers and handed them to Calyn. Waiting patiently, Calyn stood silently next to the barrel of bows until Thomas returned and handed her his quiver, tossing his bow angrily into the barrel.
"Now that you've all learned archery, we've finished the combat portion of the tutorial. Next I shall teach all of you how to survive in the wilderness of Nasvencia. This world has danger lurking at every corner, which means that it's considered courteous if you know how to avoid killing yourself before it can get to you."
This got a laugh from the assembled trainees. Calyn smiled briefly before continuing.
"The main skill I shall be teaching you is how to fish. So without further ado let's get started!"
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"Alright! This ends your training session with me!" Firin shouted, standing at the front of the line of recruits. "If I had my way, none of you would leave here until you had each perfected the basic militia spearmanship and could hold off an orc with your swordsmanship. But the Gods want you to learn by doing, so next you will learn archery and wilderness survival skills from Calyn. Throw your swords back in the barrel and wait here for her to arrive!"
As the last trainee tossed their sword back into the barrel Firin gave them all a grim smile, hefting the barrel of swords onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. "I wish you all luck, and don't let me see your names on a tombstone any time soon. Even if you otherworlders cannot truly die, the world will not allow you to go against the natural order so easily. Even with the blessings of the Gods." With those ominous parting words, Firin turned on his heel and left, entering the house with the door slamming shut behind him.
"What do you think this Calyn is going to be like? I hope she doesn't shout as much as he did, that was seriously annoying." Astrid said conversationally as they sat down to await their next teacher.
"Mmmmh," Eric murmured his agreement, sad to lose the sword but glad to be rid of the loud Firin.
"That's standard training tactics for new recruits, if you ever join the army in the real world that's exactly how you'll be trained. Hell that's how we train new members at my dojo." Someone else interjected.
Looking around, Eric realized that it was the half-orc who'd spoken, moving over to sit by Eric and Astrid.
"You run a dojo?" Astrid asked.
"Sure do, Phoenix Rise Tae Kwon Do."
Eric's brow shot up, "Phoenix Rise? Isn't that the dojo where the recent provincial champions team came from?" He asked with some surprise. He hadn't expected there to be such a big shot among this group of trainees. No wonder the man was so good at fighting, he was a master martial artist!
"I'm Thomas Berro, although if you ever drop by the dojo they refer to me as Master Berro. Good to meet you." Thomas said, extending his hand towards the two.
"Astrid," replied Astrid.
"I go by Kyp." Eric said, shaking the man's hand.
"Now where do you think our new instructor's gotten off to? We can see most of the island from this hill, but I can't see anyone moving down there." Thomas observed.
Looking down towards the tiny village below Eric nodded. There truly was no one below, it was as if the place was deserted. Looking over at Astrid he was about to say something when he saw that her brow was furrowed, her gaze directed towards the willows along the pond.
"What's up Astrid?" He asked, looking over at the willows himself but seeing nothing.
"Not sure. I feel like there's something over there. But looking closer I can't see anything special." Astrid reported, still looking towards the pond.
Thomas looked at Eric and shrugged. Returning the shrug, Eric was about to turn away when all of a sudden he saw a figure detach itself from the willow tree closest to the stream. As he watched the figure stood up and began to make its way towards them.
"I didn't expect that someone would be able to make me out despite my camouflage, nice going girl," the figure said in a lilting voice. As the figure approached, Eric realized just why he had not been able to make her out against the backdrop of the willow trees, she was clad head to toe in a forest coloured garb, with a thin fishing rod in her hand, a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her back, as well as a hunting knife at her belt, she had perfectly hidden herself from the players eyes. After all, who was looking for a fisherwoman sitting next to the pool when the deafening figure of Firin existed within the hut?
Arriving in front of the group, the woman threw back the hood of her cloak, revealing a tanned face topped by a mane of brown hair that was cropped close to the skull on both sides, revealing her pointed ears. A long scar ran the length of her face from her left eye down past her lip.
"My name is Calyn and I will be your wilderness survival instructor, I will be teaching you how to fish, set a trap, and cook basic meals over a campfire." She said, staring at each of the players in turn. "Oh and of course I shall be teaching you archery," she said, directing a small smile towards the hut where Firin resided.
"Now archery is useful not only as a way to deal with enemies from afar, but also as a way to secure meals for yourself through hunting. As a result, all of you need to at least learn to shoot a bow. Should you ever be called to serve in the militia, you will at the very least have the ability to be put to work on the walls firing arrows."
With a wave of her hand, a barrel full of bows, and roughly two dozen quivers of arrows appeared next to Calyn. Eric heard Astrid suck in a breath and he echoed the sentiment, this was a much more exciting method of handing out equipment than Firin had used.
Calling the players to the front, Calyn handed each person a bow and a quiver of arrows. The bow was shorter than the bow Eric had used in the synchronization test, with the limbs of the bow warping slightly under the pressure of the string. Drawing an arrow from the quiver, Eric observed that the arrows were of similar low quality, the only redeeming features he could make out being that they they seemed mostly straight and the stone arrowheads seemed to be at least slightly pointy.
Archery seemed to be about as complex as spearmanship had been under the expert tutelage of Calyn. Eric simply had to make sure the pointy end flew from the bow and hit the target while remaining even further away from the opponent than he had with the spear.
Calyn's teaching style differed drastically from Firin's. Where Firin had been loud and brash, fixing their mistakes with loud yells and nudging their arms and legs into the proper form. Calyn was much more subdued, offering quiet tips that never failed to improve the results of those she spoke to.
Moving from trainee to trainee, Calyn approached where Eric, Thomas, and Astrid stood, firing arrows downrange at their targets. Astrid seemed to have entered a world of her own, uncharacteristically silent as she fired her bow. Thomas was much more animated, swearing as his arrows veered off target, hitting the sides of the target or soaring past altogether. Guess he's not amazing at everything, Eric thought.
Launching arrow after arrow at the targets that had appeared, Eric once again found himself entering the state he had found himself in back when he shot the bow in the synchronization test. Exhaling slowly, his vision zoomed in upon the target, his focus alternating between the tip of the arrow and the target. As he released the arrow, it almost seemed like he could tell where it would land before it even struck the target. As the time passed, the number of arrows that Eric landed in the middle of the target grew higher and higher.
Similar to the spear training, each time he shot an arrow, he could feel himself making slight improvements to how he fired it. Adjusting his shooting stance, the alignment of the arrow, and how he held the bow, his accuracy rose slightly with each shot.
From afar Calyn's eyebrow raised slightly, "It looks like we have a natural archer," she muttered to herself as she watched Eric land his third arrow in a row neatly inside the bullseye.
"Pay attention to your stance," she murmured from behind where Eric stood, nudging his legs slightly further apart, forcing him into a more stable position. With a grateful nod he memorized the stance and continued to fire.
Observing Eric for a few more moments, Calyn then turned to look at a few other players. While most were able to at least hit the target, there weren't very many with the potential to become rangers, even that half-orc who'd excelled at the spear and sword exercises wasn't doing great. No there weren't really any other talents. Well except for one she thought.
Calyn watched as Astrid send another arrow directly into the center of the bullseye. Her lips quirked up, while the half-elf might have been a natural, this was true talent. Every arrow she fired sailed true, despite the shoddiness of the bow and the arrows. A solid cluster of arrows stood out from the bullseye of her target. This otherworlder would do well, she thought to herself as she raised her arms to signal the end of the archery training.
"Alright! Archery practice is over!" Calyn announced. "Please collect all the arrows you fired and place them back in the quiver. You can just toss the bows back in the barrel but please hand the quiver to me. And yes that includes the arrows you shot downhill Mr Half-Orc," she said to Thomas with an amused smile.
Grumbling, Thomas left to collect the arrows that had flown past the target as the rest of the trainees put the arrows back in their quivers and handed them to Calyn. Waiting patiently, Calyn stood silently next to the barrel of bows until Thomas returned and handed her his quiver, tossing his bow angrily into the barrel.
"Now that you've all learned archery, we've finished the combat portion of the tutorial. Next I shall teach all of you how to survive in the wilderness of Nasvencia. This world has danger lurking at every corner, which means that it's considered courteous if you know how to avoid killing yourself before it can get to you."
This got a laugh from the assembled trainees. Calyn smiled briefly before continuing.
"The main skill I shall be teaching you is how to fish. So without further ado let's get started!"
"Alright! This ends your training session with me!" Firin shouted, standing at the front of the line of recruits. "If I had my way, none of you would leave here until you had each perfected the basic militia spearmanship and could hold off an orc with your swordsmanship. But the Gods want you to learn by doing, so next you will learn archery and wilderness survival skills from Calyn. Throw your swords back in the barrel and wait here for her to arrive!"As the last trainee tossed their sword back into the barrel Firin gave them all a grim smile, hefting the barrel of swords onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. "I wish you all luck, and don't let me see your names on a tombstone any time soon. Even if you otherworlders cannot truly die, the world will not allow you to go against the natural order so easily. Even with the blessings of the Gods." With those ominous parting words, Firin turned on his heel and left, entering the house with the door slamming shut behind him."What do you think this Calyn is going to be like? I hope she doesn't shout as much as he did, that was seriously annoying." Astrid said conversationally as they sat down to await their next teacher."Mmmmh," Eric murmured his agreement, sad to lose the sword but glad to be rid of the loud Firin."That's standard training tactics for new recruits, if you ever join the army in the real world that's exactly how you'll be trained. Hell that's how we train new members at my dojo." Someone else interjected.Looking around, Eric realized that it was the half-orc who'd spoken, moving over to sit by Eric and Astrid."You run a dojo?" Astrid asked."Sure do, Phoenix Rise Tae Kwon Do."Eric's brow shot up, "Phoenix Rise? Isn't that the dojo where the recent provincial champions team came from?" He asked with some surprise. He hadn't expected there to be such a big shot among this group of trainees. No wonder the man was so good at fighting, he was a master martial artist!"I'm Thomas Berro, although if you ever drop by the dojo they refer to me as Master Berro. Good to meet you." Thomas said, extending his hand towards the two."Astrid," replied Astrid."I go by Kyp." Eric said, shaking the man's hand."Now where do you think our new instructor's gotten off to? We can see most of the island from this hill, but I can't see anyone moving down there." Thomas observed.Looking down towards the tiny village below Eric nodded. There truly was no one below, it was as if the place was deserted. Looking over at Astrid he was about to say something when he saw that her brow was furrowed, her gaze directed towards the willows along the pond."What's up Astrid?" He asked, looking over at the willows himself but seeing nothing."Not sure. I feel like there's something over there. But looking closer I can't see anything special." Astrid reported, still looking towards the pond.Thomas looked at Eric and shrugged. Returning the shrug, Eric was about to turn away when all of a sudden he saw a figure detach itself from the willow tree closest to the stream. As he watched the figure stood up and began to make its way towards them."I didn't expect that someone would be able to make me out despite my camouflage, nice going girl," the figure said in a lilting voice. As the figure approached, Eric realized just why he had not been able to make her out against the backdrop of the willow trees, she was clad head to toe in a forest coloured garb, with a thin fishing rod in her hand, a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her back, as well as a hunting knife at her belt, she had perfectly hidden herself from the players eyes. After all, who was looking for a fisherwoman sitting next to the pool when the deafening figure of Firin existed within the hut?Arriving in front of the group, the woman threw back the hood of her cloak, revealing a tanned face topped by a mane of brown hair that was cropped close to the skull on both sides, revealing her pointed ears. A long scar ran the length of her face from her left eye down past her lip."My name is Calyn and I will be your wilderness survival instructor, I will be teaching you how to fish, set a trap, and cook basic meals over a campfire." She said, staring at each of the players in turn. "Oh and of course I shall be teaching you archery," she said, directing a small smile towards the hut where Firin resided."Now archery is useful not only as a way to deal with enemies from afar, but also as a way to secure meals for yourself through hunting. As a result, all of you need to at least learn to shoot a bow. Should you ever be called to serve in the militia, you will at the very least have the ability to be put to work on the walls firing arrows."With a wave of her hand, a barrel full of bows, and roughly two dozen quivers of arrows appeared next to Calyn. Eric heard Astrid suck in a breath and he echoed the sentiment, this was a much more exciting method of handing out equipment than Firin had used.Calling the players to the front, Calyn handed each person a bow and a quiver of arrows. The bow was shorter than the bow Eric had used in the synchronization test, with the limbs of the bow warping slightly under the pressure of the string. Drawing an arrow from the quiver, Eric observed that the arrows were of similar low quality, the only redeeming features he could make out being that they they seemed mostly straight and the stone arrowheads seemed to be at least slightly pointy.Archery seemed to be about as complex as spearmanship had been under the expert tutelage of Calyn. Eric simply had to make sure the pointy end flew from the bow and hit the target while remaining even further away from the opponent than he had with the spear.Calyn's teaching style differed drastically from Firin's. Where Firin had been loud and brash, fixing their mistakes with loud yells and nudging their arms and legs into the proper form. Calyn was much more subdued, offering quiet tips that never failed to improve the results of those she spoke to.Moving from trainee to trainee, Calyn approached where Eric, Thomas, and Astrid stood, firing arrows downrange at their targets. Astrid seemed to have entered a world of her own, uncharacteristically silent as she fired her bow. Thomas was much more animated, swearing as his arrows veered off target, hitting the sides of the target or soaring past altogether. Guess he's not amazing at everything, Eric thought.Launching arrow after arrow at the targets that had appeared, Eric once again found himself entering the state he had found himself in back when he shot the bow in the synchronization test. Exhaling slowly, his vision zoomed in upon the target, his focus alternating between the tip of the arrow and the target. As he released the arrow, it almost seemed like he could tell where it would land before it even struck the target. As the time passed, the number of arrows that Eric landed in the middle of the target grew higher and higher.Similar to the spear training, each time he shot an arrow, he could feel himself making slight improvements to how he fired it. Adjusting his shooting stance, the alignment of the arrow, and how he held the bow, his accuracy rose slightly with each shot.From afar Calyn's eyebrow raised slightly, "It looks like we have a natural archer," she muttered to herself as she watched Eric land his third arrow in a row neatly inside the bullseye."Pay attention to your stance," she murmured from behind where Eric stood, nudging his legs slightly further apart, forcing him into a more stable position. With a grateful nod he memorized the stance and continued to fire.Observing Eric for a few more moments, Calyn then turned to look at a few other players. While most were able to at least hit the target, there weren't very many with the potential to become rangers, even that half-orc who'd excelled at the spear and sword exercises wasn't doing great. No there weren't really any other talents. Well except for one she thought.Calyn watched as Astrid send another arrow directly into the center of the bullseye. Her lips quirked up, while the half-elf might have been a natural, this was true talent. Every arrow she fired sailed true, despite the shoddiness of the bow and the arrows. A solid cluster of arrows stood out from the bullseye of her target. This otherworlder would do well, she thought to herself as she raised her arms to signal the end of the archery training."Alright! Archery practice is over!" Calyn announced. "Please collect all the arrows you fired and place them back in the quiver. You can just toss the bows back in the barrel but please hand the quiver to me. And yes that includes the arrows you shot downhill Mr Half-Orc," she said to Thomas with an amused smile.Grumbling, Thomas left to collect the arrows that had flown past the target as the rest of the trainees put the arrows back in their quivers and handed them to Calyn. Waiting patiently, Calyn stood silently next to the barrel of bows until Thomas returned and handed her his quiver, tossing his bow angrily into the barrel."Now that you've all learned archery, we've finished the combat portion of the tutorial. Next I shall teach all of you how to survive in the wilderness of Nasvencia. This world has danger lurking at every corner, which means that it's considered courteous if you know how to avoid killing yourself before it can get to you."This got a laugh from the assembled trainees. Calyn smiled briefly before continuing."The main skill I shall be teaching you is how to fish. So without further ado let's get started!"
