Book 2: Chapter 38: Straight Shooter


    <em>In the time of yore, Tatankhum''s realm entombed their regal departed alongside their devoted retinue and trusted aides who yearned to pursue them into the hereafter. The reward for such devotion was the excision of their servants'' flesh from their revered bones. These bones were then coated in steel and subsequently treated with tin to safeguard them against the ages for their long vigil.</em>


    <em>- The Fanciful Travels of Beron de Laney 376 AC.</em>


    Guard duty during the Weeping was very much a dull affair. There were Zajasite stones ced around the perimeter. These shards of azure, which bathed the encampment in their blue light, were sentinels in the night. Small ps had been opened in the canvas to allow the sentries to look out at the rain, falling in almost solid sheets against the ground. Despite the deluge, there was little wind and I noticed that the canvas seemed to be deflecting the rain, as if the water could not find purchase against its surface. This must have been Ankhset’s water ward. Apart from the interesting reaction between the rain and the ward, there was really not much to see at all for the first few nights.


    However, things started to grow interesting as, one night, I saw some lights in the near-distance. Other camps of traveling folk and caravans, Laes exined to me, once I brought it up with him after my shift. The Rump was, ording to him, a stopping point where people would wait out the rains before crossing into the wastes.


    Slowly, the number of lights grew along the tops of the hills with each passing night. However, none of us were brave enough to go out into the torrent of rain to make contact with these new people. The way I saw it, there was also little point. So heavy was the rain that I was pretty sure I would drown if I were to walk outside the protection of Ankhset’s ward.


    *


    I needed to make better use of my time here stuck on the Rump. One morning, with Dumuzi’s help, I bought some sheets of wood,yering them atop each other to fashion a rough target for practice. I practiced breaking down the bow, and in doing so, I got a basic understanding of its mechanisms. Simple, by modern standards, of course, but in this one I had no doubt that this weapon was one of the more-advanced specimens. The crossbow also came with a small quiver filled with wooden bolts tipped with solid steel.


    For the sake ofpletion, I used Identify on the crossbow. <strong>Ironwood Quas Crossbow</strong>


    <strong></strong> <strong>Durability 190/190</strong>


    It certainly had a fine-sounding name and looked like it would be fun to use. However, at such a high price I was beginning to wonder if the new weapon would actually be effective in my hands. With how quickly I could learn new skills in the world, there was always the option of picking up a simple bow and getting Kidu to train me in its use.


    Practicing reloading and shooting the crossbow at the target for the next two hours until I could hit more than miss, gave me, as expected, a new notification.


    <strong>You have learned Crossbows (lvl.1) </strong>


    Breathing a sigh of relief, I let go of thest vestiges of my buyer’s remorse. I truly felt that it had been money well spent. A bitter, Elwin also decided to loose a few bolts for fun, and I was mildly annoyed when I saw that he was a much better shot than me. Even Cordelia had a go with my new weapon, and she shot almost as well as the Rogue. The only one who was worse than me was Larynda, and she had to get Cordelia to crank the lever for her, as she was too weak to do so herself. Kidu himself did not want a turn at shooting, exining that his archery and bow were far superior to any warmnder’s toy. In my opinion, it was indeed a toy, but a deadly one.


    Swallowing my pride, I got Elwin to give me a few pointers. He told me to rx more and not to pull so strongly on the trigger. ording to him, the release of the bolt shoulde as a ‘surprise,’ or whatever that meant. Under his guidance, I was able to increase my skill level again.


    <strong>You have learned Crossbows (lvl.2) </strong>


    The Rogue assured me that all I needed to do now was practice. And I did, with an almost single-minded purpose that surprised even myself. Guard duty and meals became a distraction. My time with Catalina was a necessary relief, like going to the bathroom, as the warmth I had initially felt was now growing distant. When my fingers chafed, I cast Heal on them, and with the passing of the hours, my motions became like a machine. I practiced shooting through the sights and shooting from the hip, my hands and eyes slowly learning the feel of the weapon. Crank the lever, load, aim, shoot. My grouping improved, but I felt I was missing something.


    After a quick lunch, I started to shoot and reload with my gauntlets on, and the movements were no longer as fluid as they once were. At first, I was slow. Slow, far too slow, and clumsy, fumbling to reload the weapon in good time. However, I kept at it, seeking to master this skill. In time I got better, but I was nowhere near what I would consider a good speed. However, fortune would smile at me a day-and-a-half or soter.


    <strong>You have gained 1 Dexterity. </strong> <strong>You have learned Crossbows (lvl.3) </strong>


    This was enough, I thought to myself. Any more of it and I would run the risk of going insane. This was my limit. I broke down my weapon and put it in its case, much to the relief of most of mypanions.


    “Why were you so intent on your practice? And why did you stop?” inquired Cordelia, looking at me, as if searching for a deeper answer.


    I decided that a quote from an ancient warrior would fit the bill perfectly, “Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful,” I answered, trying to sound wise.


    The beautiful woman pursed her lips in thought, a mortal gesture that reminded me that she was not the goddess. “You believe then, that further practice would be of little use?” she inquired.


    “No, I am sure it would. But there should be bnce in all things. If I focused solely on target practice, my skill with the sword would suffer,” I countered with a smile.


    “I see, you speak the holy truth, Gilgamesh. I have been remiss andck with my duties. Come now, it’s best that I show you more of how to use that sword at your hip,” she replied seriously, a dangerous and fanatical gleam in her eyes.


    Behind her, I could see Elwin silently mouthing a “Better you than me.” Truth be told, however, I did not mind a single bit.


    *


    So the days passed in quick session, and I took the time to rx more and took a more bnced approach to my training. Life under the canvas had started to drive me a little stir-crazy, so I took sce with mypanions a lot more. Patches’ presence was especially wee. The simple creature was always d to see me, and I found the uplicated love of an animal mostforting.


    With some more time on my hands, Imissioned some simple bolts, fashionedpletely from iron, from the caravan’s smith. He gave me a funny look, but a few bronze piecester and he was more than willing to do it.


    Though it drew a few frowns from Cordelia, I took up one of my old pastimes, gambling. I exined to her that it was less about the money, and really more about whiling away the time. Gambling was simply a means to an end to ‘train’ my Luck attribute. That’s what I was telling myself, anyway.


    The evening story sessions continued, eliciting numerous smiles and creating a sense of anticipation among the caravan''s inhabitants. As I entertained them, I couldn''t help but think to myself, "I should start charging for this." As my audience expanded, so did my confidence, and I began incorporating narrative techniques to capture their attention.


    asionally, I would also impart some scientific knowledge when the locals asked me simple questions about the world, such as "Why is the sky blue?" posed by Dumuzi. In response, I exined about the Rayleigh scattering effect. However, as I delved further into the subject of air molecules, which in turn meant that I had to exin what molecules actually were, I sensed that I hadpletely lost him at this point. On the other hand, Larynda appeared deep in thought, pondering the exnation.


    With this particr evening’s story nowpletely forgotten about, Larynda asked me another insightful question.


    “So like. What is a <em>molecule</em> then, Gil?” her tongue hesitant and unsure, as she stumbled over the alien word.


    “Ah, a molecule is the smallest amount of a substance that can exist, while having the properties of that same substance. They themselves areposed of even smaller things that determine their properties, but that is a discussion for another day. They are all everywhere, making up nearly everything around us,” I smiled proudly. Science did not have the answer for everything, but what answers it had were good ones.


    “Then what is Mana?” she followed up, her face a picture of concentration.


    I could have answered with a simple quote from the primer, but I felt that would be doing her a disservice. “That, I do not truly know,” I stated simply, uncaring for any potential loss of face, for science did not have all the answers. What answers it did have were, however, good ones, and I took pride in being able to admit ack of knowledge.


    For a child, she seemed to take all of this well, and I exined that I was not, in fact, hiding any divine revtion or esoteric knowledge from her. Cordelia seemed to be absorbing everything that I uttered, like a sponge, muttering to herself at times, as if she was trying to inscribe my words to memory.


    At times, I felt like a preacher spreading the gospel to the unwashed masses. My words bore fruit, and thanks to this little exchange, I earned another point towards my least-important attribute, Charisma.


    <strong>You have gained 1 Charisma.</strong>


    As if science was just another aspect of religious dogma, the woman knight took off into another tale of Avaria and her judgment of the city called Dezones, in thend of somewhere-I-forgot.


    Despite her skillful rhetoric, my mind wandered off to engage with different thoughts.


    At least my Charisma was a nice and even number now. I still had no idea how the attribute worked in the slightest. Was it like apelling effect that forced other characters to be friendlier towards me? Could high Charisma be used on me, forcing me down a path I would not have taken otherwise? It opened up the consideration of what exactly ‘free will’ meant in this world, but without any evidence or empirical data, my thoughts could only run around in circles, never stopping at a satisfying conclusion.


    There was really nothing for it, so I shelved my musings on the Charisma attribute. I needed to improve what I could, and I had a new idea on how I could improve my most recently-acquired skill.


    *


    The following day, I was able tomission some padded blunt bolts from one of the craftsmen, in exchange for the medallion that I had looted off Amon Vanes. Then I got Dumuzi to wear some of the old pieces of my armor and to carry the thick wooden target board. I told him that I needed a moving target and that I would be shooting at him with blunted bolts. The boy was understandably reluctant at first, but the promise of payment made him amenable to my demands.


    Hitting a moving target at running speed was considerably more difficult than a stationary target. Nheless, with some practice, I learned to lead the target,pensating for the speed of both the bolt and Dumuzi. This continued until the boy could run no longer, and I paid him a whole bronze piece for his troubles. As expected, he had not been hurt and had found the whole thing to be like a game. This had been especially true when I had encouraged him to try dodging the iing bolts. The youngd took it as a challenge, and did his best to run in zigzag patterns to throw off my aim.


    Worried, his mother came the next day. I could see that she was biting her lip for a long while, but even she could see that it was rtively easy work for decent money. She was a little cold that evening, but eventually, she gave in to my forceful demands, and I was able to find some release. As I left her ce, I assured her that Dumuzi would not be hurt. After all, even if he did get hurt, all I needed to do was use Heal.


    No harm, no foul.