Darkness [T|O]
May 9, 2015 3:40:00 GMT -7
Post by Molokai on May 9, 2015 3:40:00 GMT -7
Effective Judgment
Rank: "C" Always 30 Training Points
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: When hunting down heretics, having the knowledge from their divine beliefs on how to make more effective Judgments can give them an advantage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Venator gains a +1 to their effective Class Level when determining the Level based effects of any Judments.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.
Rank: "C" Always 30 Training Points
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: When hunting down heretics, having the knowledge from their divine beliefs on how to make more effective Judgments can give them an advantage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Venator gains a +1 to their effective Class Level when determining the Level based effects of any Judments.
Limit: Must be a Venator. Must know Judgment.
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Turin had been in River Country for a little over a day, having spent his first night in one of the many small-town Inns along the trade routes. River Country was a popular thoroughfare for the merchants heading north after gathering their wares at the coast. Its location meant that it was faster than an overland route through Fire Country, and the temperate climate and idyllic landscape meant that travelers came through frequently. Because of this, lodging was relatively easy to find for just about anybody just passing through.
While there, though, he noticed that so much of the landscape was grassy plains it would be a crying shame not to do some shooting practice out there. So, he woke up early in the morning and fashioned himself some straw targets. Finding the nearest massive as hell field, he set up the three targets about a good distance apart from one another, then ran as far away as he could. Pulling out and assembling his crossbow, he knew he was on the very edge of his maximum range when his Accuracy Judgment was active, and decided that today was the day he was going to push that range even farther.
He went prone and zoomed in his scope as far as he physically could, then activated his judgment and watched as the targets seemed to fly closer to him, and became so clear that he could almost count the grass blades around them. Taking a deep breath, he aimed for six whole seconds and let a bolt fly. It felt like he had time to read a book by the time the bolt landed, but when it did it nailed a perfect bullseye. Even though he hadn't shot in a long time, his muscle memory was so ingrained he could definitely make that shot.
It was now time to push the limit even further, though. Moving back again, he was now well over eight hundred meters away from his targets. They were almost impossible to even see from this distance, and it was farther away than he had ever attempted a shot before. Taking up his stable shooting position again, he adjusted his scope as much as he could and focused all of his attention on the target. From this distance, even the tiniest bit of sway made the crosshair go way off target, and it took all of his self-control to keep his crossbow steady. Exhaling, he let the bolt loose and counted in his head how long it took to clear the distance.
This distance made it extremely difficult to tell if he had hit or not, but with careful enough examination he could see that he missed. Actually missed. As in, didn't even hit the target at all. Immediately filled with the rage that only comes from wounded pride, he took aim again and fired hastily. This one sailed off and was even further away than the last shot. That kind of dramatic failure snapped him back into attention, and he remembered that patience is the single most important aspect of being a shooter. Taking aim a third time, he took several deep breaths and entered into an almost trance-like state. With a bit of inspiration, he tried pushing some more of the Venator chakra into his eyes just before firing.
Once the interminable flight time finally ended, Turin looked on with a strange combination of pleasure and disappointment as he realized that he had in fact hit the target. Only, he hit the very bottom-right corner of the target and scooped out a chunk of hay as the bolt sailed into the ground. Technically a hit, and if he had been firing at a person that would have been a decent flesh wound, considering how he made the targets approximately human torso-sized. It still wasn't good enough, of course, but he realized that it was in fact possible to push his accuracy farther by concentrating more on his Judgment power. Resetting himself again, he lined up the fourth shot.