Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-5583506-20160229233806

Some spectators had gathered to watch the newcomers practice at the archery range. A lot of them seemed amused. Either because they could tell that these people were as green as grass, or either because they appreciated seeing some new people join their cause.

The firing lane meant for Mongo's weapon wasn't far off. In fact, it was positioned right by the side of the others' range.

"Yes, we do", said the Dunmer and handed Vilk a longbow of yew.

She then went back to studying those who were already practicing.

"You are holding for too long", noted Falana as she observed Raini's attempts when the Khajiit missed. "And I can tell that's because you are too concentrated on hitting any vital spots on the target. A rookie mistake. You will learn from that eventually, but for now just focus on hitting the mass of the target itself. Aim for the center. If you can learn how to hit the target just about anywhere, you can go from there and eventually learn how to pick your spots on the target and make your projectiles find their intended goal. A projectile hitting its target  unintentionally  is still better than a projectile hitting nothing because the archer 'wanted' to hit it in a specified area."

"Close enough", shrugged Has-Many-Teeh. "This here is a cylinder containing a little brew of my own making. Very corrosive and very contagious. Get some of this on your hands and I wouldn't recommend you to dip yourself in water. It would affect the water itself and eventually make it corrosive as well."

She had a cruel glimpse in her eye. "So you can imagine those beasties out there getting this in their eyes. They try to rub it out with their paws, they get this on their paws and the liquid starts doing its work there as well. It won't kill them, but it is a long and painful process. They will lose focus on any nearby foes and try to get rid off this itch."

She carelessly slammed the cylinder down on the table, seemingly not the least afraid of it breaking. "What I want you to do as your first lesson is to analyse and copy the reagents of this mix and make one of your own."

The Argonian opened the cylinder with a small iron switch on its back and poured the contents down in a bowl. She then dipped one of her fingers in the mix and tasted it with a smile.

"Curiously", she chuckled, "when the effect wears off after a couple of months or so it remains just as harmless as a bowl of sugar-coated milk, and even better tasting. This here will be your test example. I've got a couple of books on alchemy in the cupboard and on that shelf over there." She pointed to some lockers at the far end of the workshop. "In there on a shelf are the original ingredients. Feel free to examine them and try to figure in which order to use them. Alchemical equipment can be found in the lockers behind the furnaces. And mind the rats!"

She then clapped her hands together. "Consider this your first lesson. Just remember, that this isn't a competition. You are going to work together. Being a Beast Slayer involves a lot of relying on the actions and the ideas of your fellow teammates."

"Good", said Reman. "Because in these archives there are a couple of long-since expired assignments. I want you to examine them and then try to replicate the way they are written as thouroughly as possible, but by using your own words."

He cocked his head and smiled at her. "You think you can handle that?"