(haha...Falath...very amusing...))

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Might I join?

Name: Aelflaed Drogoson (Aelfric)
Age: 18
Appearance:

Bio: Daughter of a saxon lord. Her family was slain, and their lands taken, by a Norman lord after she refused his hand in marriage. Now, disguised as a boy named Aelfric, she will do anything to avenge her family's deaths. Is in search of Robin Hood's band so she can join them.
Personality: Habituialy taciturn, vengeful, and very proud of her lineage.

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(You can join, and I guess we can start)

Releasing her arrow, she watched as the arrow hit the middle of the target, splitting yet another arrow She didn't care that she would lose a few arrows. She could easily replace them, because her father had taught her how to do just that.

Sighing she shook her head, and turned around, and placed her bow on the tree stump. She'd just recieved the news that her father had been captured, and that this...Nottingham character was threatening to kill him for revenge.

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(( lotrfreak404, did you pick Will already? Otherwise I would like to claim him ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

A smaller, blue-fletched arrow thudded into the target with a twang as Gwyn turned away, just a fraction of an inch from being dead centre. "Blast," came Ayala's annoyed voice from behind her. "And I almost had it that time, too."

She strode resignedly up to the target to pull the arrow out, her normally sly, dancing eyes unusually somber.

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(it's Gwyn. and sorry, Will, but lotrfreak404 claimed it..)

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Edwin was perched in a tree not far from the practice area. He was sitting on a branch with his back leaning on the trunck. He was carving somthing with his knife out of a piece of wood. He had a good view of the practice arena.
"Better luck next time!" he called to Ayala...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Sorry Gwyn, Mel, not Gwen...))

Ayala yanked it out with a scowl. "Luck's not going to save me when one of that blasted Sheriff's men have decided they's like my head on a platter!" she snapped, much more uptight than usual, which was really to be expected. Ayala didn't tend to worry much but when one's father was in the situation Robin was now...it was hard not to.

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((Okay Have fun then! ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Gwyn looked at her sister. "Ayala, you need to focus more when you're shooting. Do that, and you'll be fine."

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Edwin turned his head away from the group as his eye patch fell off.
"Man, this eye patch never stays on..." he groumbled, and retied the string that kept it on. When it was in place again, he hopped down from the tree, and put his knife away.
"Finnished my carving... took me awhile!" he held it out in his palm. It was a carving of a man riding a horse...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"It's lovely, Edwin..." Ayala replied, not really listening but twirling her arrow in her fingers. She looked up at Gwyn. "Is that all the advice you're ever going to have? Focus?" she asked with a crooked smile. "'Cause it's really not very helpful."

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"Actually, focusing is a very good piece of adice. Like I knew a guy, who knew a guay that couldn't focus at all. He couldn't even focus on moving. So the only thing he could do was lay there drooling. Now people who are the best at focusing at things get everyint right! Take Robin Hood..." Edwin glanced at Gwyn..,"for example. Here, you can have it!" he handed Ayala the carving...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Gwyn frowned at her sister. "Ayala. You and Ryarion have both come far in your training by both Father and me. I'm only offering you a bit of advice. Focus a bit more on the target, and tighten your grip on the string."

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Ayala smiled briefly at Edwin and pocketed the little horse, before turning to Gwyn with a calculating expression on her face. In a flash she turned and the arrow flew from her bow - and split her sister's cleanly in the centre of the target. "Like that?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow and the beginnings of a grin. "You're rather humorless today, you know."

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