A Voyage through the woods

[Brian]

"What other famous master archers are there?" Tylor wondered quietly.  He shakes his head slightly; nothing really to add, though he tries to keep his eye out for anyone else of interest.  Probably, Vash can handle this whole thing well enough himself.

Tylor isn't really clear on how this ranged firewood chopping thing is supposed to work, so he focuses instead on looking for ... well, how would he know what was really out of place?  Giving up on that idea, he scans around for cute girls, or interesting people to talk to.

[DY]

Turning away from his target, Vash takes a quick look at his fellow competitor. From his shots earlier, Vash could tell the man called Aragon was skilled. Skilled and arrogant.

Shaking his head to clear them of any extraneous thoughts, Vash knocks another arrow. Taking aim, he shoots again.

[Dracos]

Tylor:

"Well, Lord Aragorn is said to be unmatched.  And Sir Robin is said to have never missed a shot in all his days,"  The crowd yammered a bit, but their attention seemed mostly on the standoff.

There did seem to be a cute peasant girl among the crowd, and more than a few with the nobles, should he be so bold.

Vash:

"Hmph, is that really your best?"  Aragorn glared at his competitor, even as Vash's first shot went straight into the bullseye.

[DY]

Choosing to focus on his next shot, Vash ignores Aragorn's taunting. He draws his bow and aims for another bullseye.

[Dracos]

Something seemed off, a slight gust of wind pushing his arrow as it went far, far, and hit in the third ring.  A hit, but the first non bullseye in their match.

[Brian]

Well, that cute peasant girl is tempting -- but there are more among the nobles, so that means more chances of success!

Tylor works his way over towards the noble girls, attempting to be subtle and smooth.

OOC: Tylor blunders his way through the crowd, probably causing more amusement and ruckus than he really intends to; +2 to Vash vs. the other guy by being an amusing pratfall, if allowable.

[DY]

Frowning, Vash nocks another arrow as he considers his next shot. That arrow shouldn't have been off, he'd been sure of his aim. "No use complaining now," he mutters to himself. Breathing deeply, he inhales as he draws his bow. Focusing on the target, he fires again.

[Dracos]

This time things went better, Vash leading up by a narrow win, several guardsman whistling at the amazing shots, the cheers were mixed with simple shock that a no name archer had come from nowhere to claim victory in the competition.  Lord Aragorn was slightly distracted by a squeal in the crowd during his last shot, but more glared with anger at Vash than took notice of where that had come from.

The guards gathered around vash, leading him up to a middle aged man looking curiously at him as he stroked his beard.  "I have to admit, I have never heard of a Robin of Loxely, yet your archery speaks for itself.  Praytell, what brought you here?"  The way the guards seemed to stand around him, it was most likely this rude individual who didn't share his name was indeed the Sherriff of Nottingham.

[DY]

"I was just passing through when I learned of the competition. I figured I would compete and see how my skill measured up to others," Vash replied with his most charming smile. It was probably better not to say anything about finding a ribbon, it might make him seem odd.

Still smiling, Vash asks, "Would I be correct in assuming you are the Sherriff of Nottingham?"

[Dracos]

"Of course...  Really now, you are here just wandering?  You don't even know your host?"  The man looked curious indeed.  "Join me at my table and let us talk of things to come."  He waved over to a large table where the richest and most powerful were sitting and enjoying a meal.

[DY]

"Thanks for the invite. Would it be alright if I bring along my companions?" Vash scans the crowd as he asks, hoping to find a glimpse of Tylor and the friar.

[Dracos]

OOC: Giving a second for tylor to set his direction rather than just forcing him to the table.
IC:
Tylor isn't too hard to spot, currently busy making a cute brunette girl blush as he talks about the amazing color of her eyes and how passionate she must be.  Dressed as she was, she was no doubt one of the visiting nobles, wealth clear in her poise and manner of dress.

"Oh, Tylor, wherever are you from, you're such a rogue!"  She swatted at the young man talking her ears off so.

[Brian]

"From the ... forest, with my friend V--"  Tylor recovers enough presence to cough, still admiring the young noblewoman's ... generous tracts of land.  "With my friend Robin of Locksley," he adds, indicating the guy he expects should be winning the tournament.

Oh, he's got a bunch of people around him, now--  Did he win already?  Did Tylor flirt through the entire award ceremony?

[Dracos]

It didn't seem like that, but he certainly had missed the ending of the archery duel.  From the wrathful glare Vash's competitor was giving, standing alone and unloved by the applause, it seemed clear who hadn't won.

Indicating so brought his attention to Vash himself, currently in talks with the noble Sheriff, and looking around for someone clearly.

OOC: You two can see each other.  Up to you if you do something on it :)

[DY]

Spotting Tylor in the crowd, Vash starts to shout out his name before he notices the pretty brunette next to him. He lets out a low whistle, impressed at Tylor's success. And the tiniest bit jealous.  Hmm, wasn't he the winner of this competition? Shouldn't the ladies be surrounding him and in awe of his martial prowess? Maybe once they reach the dinner table the women would start to come to him!

Vash nods his head, eager to be off and shouts out, "Tylor!"