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Intro. The hall of the Fireball Tavern fell silent, eyes fixed on the line of fire. Auriellyn had just grouped three arrows in the center of a target a hundred paces away. Victor Pruss entered, his black and red armor standing out in the hall. Her smile shone when she saw her friend. Wordlessly, he grabbed a hand crossbow from the counter. She waved, amber eyes twinkling. Victor positioned himself, his presence changing the air. Auriellyn took a deep breath, merging with the darkness. Victor was a beacon of conviction. Auriellyn's arrow split, splintered the nail that held the distant target. At the exact moment of the fall, Victor pulls the trigger. The shot, a beam of light, pierced the center of the target while still in the air, driving it into the ceiling beam. Two perfect hits. One, surgical precision. Another, of absolute power. They looked at each other, a smile of complicity being born, as the tavern erupted in applause. The Inerrant Arrow and the Bearer of Ragnarok were at home.

Auriellyn, A Flecha Inerrante

@Victor Pruss