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Post by Vaklu on Nov 29, 2014 2:52:45 GMT
Much like the archery competition the marksmanship contest was held on open patches of ground surrounded by wooden amphitheaters. However these were held farther back from the where the contestants stood, owing to the more volatile nature of the tools involved. Once again in the grandest amphitheater was the Grand Vizier's personal box. He would once again adress the crowd and offer luck to all the contestants present.
The participants would stand in a row at a measured distance from the straw dummies that served as their targets. Each would have 2 shots. The area of the head from eye to eye and nose-bridge to forehead-top was worth the most points, followed by the heart, then the torso where lay the other vitals, and finally the arms and legs. A secondary score would be provided based on the length of time between the first and second shot.
The contestant with the highest cumulative score would win the match. In the case of a tie, all those with lower scores would leave the field while the remainder engaged in a second round.
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Contestants
Jessica Coldwind (Elon / Missmilkmaid)
Ikegami Yukimura, Ikegami Himawari (Ikegami / Ravigen)
Chief Garlog Whiteshot, Carok Ironbelly, Veikan Dirgeheart (Firetooth / Talis)
Grand Admiral Selman Reyid, General Stae Pjjokhat (Empire / Aspenivan)
Part 1: Each player post a short entry "introducing" their character(s) and noting their strategies (e.g. where they are aiming, tactics to distract opponents, etc.)
Part 2: Post only strategies.
This event will consist of 1-2 moderation marks.
For this and all coming events, all participating player must post within a day of the relevant modmark or face automatic defeat.
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Post by ravigen on Nov 29, 2014 6:13:27 GMT
Yukimura nodded to his sister, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, checking his pistol as she checked hers, they'd been practicing relentlessly since saltpeter was discovered in the Ikegami lands, and even longer after discovering that marksmanship would be an event, the two had worked in concert the entire way here and weeks before, preparing themselves for the tournament as with the rest of their family.
They both nodded and took their stances together, they needed no words between them, they simply planted their feet firmly, aimed down the target range in unison and opened fire, quickly reloading as quickly as they could to repeat the process. |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Nov 29, 2014 6:24:36 GMT
Jessica Coldrwind had learned to use a gun years ago, before she'd had children and during what she and Hagear referred to their "years of high adventure." They'd both been agents back then, working together to free slaves, smuggle weapons and steal secrets, both Imperial and Northern.
She'd been the best shot in their cell of agents and, while she didn't shoot as often these days, she tried to get the rifle out often enough to keep in good practice. She loved the smell of the power and the heavy weight of the musket, as she held it snuggly in place and aimed down the barrel. There was something exhilarating about the power in a gun, the deafening BANG of the shot and the sparks and smoke, which would fill the air as her carefully packed bullet flew toward its target faster than the eye could see.
She smiled at Chief Garlog, as they took their places. The orcs were notorious for their skills as marksman and she suspected most of the odds were either in their favor, or with the Surveakom officers.
"Chief," she greeted giving him a respectful not, then she glanced at Reyid, taking a position on the other side of her, "Admiral," she greeted, "I heard there was some trouble between the two of you over the Imperial Fortress last year. Glad to see it's all behind you now, though..." she steading her shooting stance. "I suppose if it isn't, everyone shall have the chance to wittiness who's the better orc or human tonight!"
She took aim at the the target's chest, holding her breath and squeezing the trigger carefully. She preferred to hit the hearts of her targets, aiming for the head was risky and confident as she was in her skill, guns were known to be unpredictable.
During the reload, she worked quickly, allowing years of habit to take over. Her muscle memory had grown to know the process better than her brain and she was faster when she didn't try to think about it.
She'd made note of which between the Garlog and Reyid had made the better shot and pointed it out loudly, as she took aim for her second shot, shooting for the heart again. She was hoping to distract Garlog and Reyid both, fluster them by provoking their rivalry, which she sensed was still in existence.
She wasn't worried about her own ability to talk and shoot at the same time. When she'd been an agent, she and Garlog had always been exchanging quips between her shots, joking around when things were at their most dangerous. It would have felt unnatural to her to remain silent.
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Post by talis on Nov 29, 2014 8:00:57 GMT
Chief Garlog Whiteshot stepped into position with his family's ancestral musket Faaderung. The heavy gun of dark wood was plated in bronze, intricately carved with images of orcs and wolves. Instead of the common flash pan Faaderung had a complex system of spinning wheels and flint that could be set off without annoying sparks or prep work. It had been in his family for generations, passed from father to son ever since the hero Whiteshot had received it from a great smith and founded the House. He'd carried the gun before he could walk, learned to fire it with his father, and carried it into countless battles. Garlog knew Faaderung intimately. He knew its recoil, its tendency to buck ever so slightly to the left, how the wind affected its shot, how much powder was best at a certain range.
"Come Faaderung, it's time to show these humans why we are called the Firetooth." He spoke to his gun instead of replying to his neighbor. He had chosen his best-formed shot for the tournament and packed a little more powder than usual for a straighter shot and a bigger blast on the target. He was entirely confident in his ability to hit the dummy straight between the eyes. Loaded and ready he lifted Faaderung and sighted his shot, then fired.
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Carok and Veikan were not quite the masters of marksmanship Garlog was, nor were they from a House famous for its marksmanship, but they were Firetooth nonetheless. They both had quality guns forged by master gunsmiths and years of practice with a musket. The drill of loading, sighting, and firing was second nature to them.
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Post by aspenivan on Nov 29, 2014 8:48:53 GMT
Grand Admiral Selman Reyid chuckled condescendingly at the upstart commoner woman before bringing his focus to the task at hand. The damned orc would witness who was better all right. Reyid had brought his own relic of sorts to the contest, a fine wheellock musket with its mouth styled as a lion's head and bearing Southern tribal motifs in gold engravings on the stock and handle. It was a musket that had been commissioned by Pekhai Sujjid in his youth, one of the very first firearms of its kind in Survaek.
The Grand Admiral was not as much musketeer as archer, but that wasn't saying much for the Best Shot of the South. He took his aim confidently, preparing to fire his first shot into the straw devil's heart (imagining it to be Garlog helped his determination). Once he had sent his first lead ball forth in a burst of smoke and began reloading, he was sure to return the peasant woman's needless commentary. "Quite a shot for the Lady of Fishmonger, if I may say so myself. Or is it the Countess of Vegetable-Stand? Forgive me for my ignorance on the respects due to such high members of society."
General Stae Pjjokhat, in contrast to Reyid, bore the most modern of Survaekom weapons: A new model snaplock musket with an extended barrel, meant for hunting or long-range skirmishing. It had no ornaments or decorative carvings, only high-quality steel and solid wood. It was all he needed, along with his decades-long experience of Surv-Akur firing drills ingrained into his brain and eyes and muscles.
Assume firing stance. Simple. Choose mark. Straw soldier. Aim. Head. Fire. Take that. Loading stance, remove ramrod, take canister, open and pour, drop canister, ram, check lock, pull lock, and then back to firing stance. Now take another, ya f*ckin straw heathen.
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Post by Vaklu on Nov 29, 2014 9:27:15 GMT
When the smoke cleared the victors were obvious even to the least familiar with firearms use. Chief Garlog had shot magnificently hitting with his first shot the eye of his target and the heart with his second. After him was Carok Ironbelly who scored a hit to heart then leg but only the Imperial general had come close to him when reloading. Veikan Dirgeheart had managed two heart shots but botched his reload dropping his powder skin in his excitement. General Pjjokhat had done well with his reloading but had only hit the leg and vitals of his target.
For the rest, Selman and Jessica seemed more focused on their quips than their shooting both hitting the legs of their targets with their first shots and while reloading adequately missed their second shots. the Ikegami twins however learned that bringing pistols may have been a mistake. with Yukimura only scoring a single hit to the vitals and his sister missing both her shots.
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-- General Stae Pjjokhat wins Honorable Mention Brooch.
-- Veikan Dirgeheart wins Third Place Medallion.
-- Carok Ironbelly wins Second Place Medallion.
-- Chief Garlog Whiteshot wins First Place Medallion!
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