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9/4/2015 11:56:57 PM
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[b]He nods.[/b] "I see. I'll start working with this later. Let's get your bow first." [b]He unsheathes a sword just barely and smoke comes out into his hands. He puts his hands together and opens them slowly. You can start to make out that it forms a bow .[/b]
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Just try not to push yourself...I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself for me
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[b]After a few minutes a bow in the form of smoke appears. Jack grabs it and runs a hand over it. As he does so the smoke starts to turn silver with strange red markings on it.[/b]
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Hmm... *lays down*
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[b]The bow forms into a solid but one end you can see bits of smoke and embers flow out. The other end you can see some fire seep out.[/b]
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Interesting
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[b]He exhales and wipes some sweat off of his forehead. He holds his opposite hand out and fire flows towards the bow forming the string.[/b]
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So how powerful is it exactly?
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"This bow will be on the strength found within yourself. If you are in full concentration it fly true." [b]He makes an arrow out of fire. He draws the bow back to the Corner of his lip. He seems to be well concentrated. He releases and a loud boom is heard and the arrow flies miles down leaving a small streak of fire.[/b]
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That would be a bit destructive if I use it
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"I trust that you will use it wisely. If things get out of hand I can just turn the bow back to smoke, so it is unusable." [b]He holds the bow out in front of you.[/b]
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*takes the bow and picks up the arrow I fired at you before* Since it's blunt the energy might be released into a shock wave
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"Hmm. Yeah possibly."
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 9/5/2015 12:32:02 AMTime to test it *stands up and slowly pulls back the string*
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[b]The string feels a bit heavier than a normal bow. The ends of the bow start to release smoke, fire and embers.[/b]
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*the cloak cracks and pulses with electricity as I slow my breathing*
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[b]The electricity flows to the bow, forming over the fire. It seems that the bow was made for the archer who wields it. The bow now covered in electricity seems more comfortable for you now but the ends of the bow remain to be fire and smoke. The strange markings then turn to the color of your electricity. [/b]
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Crying isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long *pulls the string back a bit more and a streak of lightning strikes the tip of the arrow as it flies off into the distance*
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[b]He watches the arrow fly.[/b] "I see."
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*it explodes after traveling 25 miles sending electricity and shards everywhere blasting sand into the air*
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[b]He whistles.[/b] "Whoa. So how do you like the bow?"
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Very interesting *there's a slight spark in the aftermath*
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[b]He looks at it.[/b] "You like the bow?"
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Yes *there's a second explosion blasting the sand even farther turning it into glass instantly*
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"Huh. Looks like I did a good job."
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*slings the bow over my shoulder and hugs you* Thank you
