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| Shooting Contest |  45
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 Bowyer制弓匠 Sellsword佣兵 Hunter猎人 Poacher
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Two archers ask you for permission to do a shooting contest. You can choose: | |
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A hint of murmuring grows louder and louder until you can no longer focus. You put your quill pen down with the sort of energy the ink bottle can take without breaking and step out of your tent. Archer1 and Archer2 are standing there bickering over who is the better shot. Seeing you, they waste little time asking if they can hold a shooting contest to decide who is right.
You throw your hands up and tell the men to do what they must before retiring back to your tent. Outside comes the twang of released arrows quickly followed by the thwap of them finding their targets. Again and again. The din of men grows louder as what you can only assume what is a throng of observers grows. Finally, the contest is at some sort of end - indicated by a refreshing silence - and you get back to work.
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You lose -30 Ammunition |
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Archer1 gains +1 Ranged Skill |
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Archer2 gains +1 Ranged Skill |
Feeling as though their arguments will never end, you give them the go-ahead to have their little competition before retiring back to your tent. Soon thereafter you hear the arrows nocking, releasing, and finding targets. Things which go 'thwang' soon go 'thwap' and the air is slowly filled with the din of a watching crowd. As you try to focus, you notice that the men have been shooting fervently for quite some time now. You step back out of your tent to find the two archers bickering some more, each one pointing a finger at the other before picking up an arrow and angrily launching it downrange. Their targets aren't even targets anymore, but small bushes of arrow shafts upon which break every other shot that lands upon them.
Shaking your head, you order the two men to stop at once before they use up every last arrow the company has.
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You lose -60 Ammunition |
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Archer1 gains +1 Resolve |
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Archer2 gains +1 Resolve |
You shake your head no for supplies are far too low to enage in such behavior. The men sigh and walk away, continuing to argue with one another long and loud into the distance.
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Archer1 gets a bad mood |
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Archer2 gets a bad mood |
