Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-24510587-20171003154004

Thynvil nodded and raised his bow up high; at such a distance, he would need to fire in a high trajectory. Everything had to be accounted for at this range: the wind, the movement of the ships, the predicted movement of the target, even Thynvil's own heartbeat. Luckily, it all came natural to him.

With a soft twang, the bow released and an arrow arced through the night sky. After a few breathless moments, one of the pirates suddenly went limp and dropped overboard, Thynvil's arrow stuck into his cranium. The snow elf, meanwhile, was already nocking another arrow.