USH'S LORD OF THE RINGS GAME PART 3- The Tournament and the Traitor

Not exactly best of- score is totalled, lowest wins.

Oooh, a good shot from numbers 1 and 4... they both socre a two! The others score just as before.

Menelacar makes his shot... a 55 becomes a 73...

"Five!"

"You'd better shape up Menelacar!"

Wait, can I still be apart of the Archery? If so, I'll be in group A. (I'll also go for Sword and team melee)

Doh!

Well, for the pride of Gondor I'll play the odds this time and not aim for the bull....

Our lead scorer, number five, fluffs his last shot entirely! But the solider holds true this round, leaving the scores before Meleacar's shot as:

1. 9
2. 11
3. 11
4. 11
5. 12
6. 9

Menelacar rolls... 60! Again. Chances of that were pretty low. Final score, 78, and so his score will be 1d10 -2.

Roll is...three!

One! comes the cry, and applause, for it was the best shot of the round!

Sadly, it still leaves you in second place, with ten points.

Palidan, Sitting in the stands with the other Non-contestants watches bemused at the attempts.

I take it that means I'm out?

Menelacar acknowledges the applause for his final shot, congratulates the winner, before rueing the obvious racism of Arthedainian judges.

I shout out: "That's the way to do it man!"

Afraid so, Menelacar. Nice try. Archery not your speciality of course.

Round two is an all-commoners round... and Darvan, at number 4!

Menelacar wishes Darvan the best of luck!

"Go for it Darvan, show these guys what you're made of!"

Kelvar gets up from his seat among the competitors to speak with Darvan.

"Remember; keep your hand and eye steady, keep your breathing low, and do not be think of the other competitors, for they are not of merit".

Anglomir applauds for his fellow Gondorian as Menelacar takes second place.

"You did well, my friend," he says, patting him on the back. "You did well indeed."

As he stands, Darvan listens to Kelvar's advice with a smile.
"Thank you. I will take that into account."

Darvan's first shot will be for the bull.

(Just to get this right, I've got a base skill of 35, up to 40 because of my bow. Then I have to get up to 100, and for every five I miss I gain a point. That means I need a roll of sixty to get a perfect score, then?)

Actually your firing total is 49, Darvan, with your Reflexes and Warrior bonus included.

Socres from the others are 1 (oooh!), 3, 2, 4 and 5.

Darvan rolls... 89! Final score of 138!

"In the black!"

And huge cheers!

Turambar shows up as soon as he seens Andromir and Menelacar together.

"Ah!" he says. "Here is a happy meeting. Your return is at a fair time, Andromir."

"Ah, Turambar," Anglomir says, turning to pat him on the shoulder. "I must apologize for having been away. How do things fair here? What have I missed?"

"Well, I see you have already met Menelacar..."

"Not formally, I'm afraid. He is a Gondorian, I know that much," Anglomir chuckles.