(1208) Javelin Throw

**Jag** · Sep 2nd, 2012 04:33 PM

Review the rules of this challenge on this post

Those who would be participating in the javelin throw were also lead outside, but another door was used. Similarly to where the foot race would be taking place, the immediate area of the Hedge to which they were lead to had been cleared of thorns to make space for the competition.

In the clearing, there were three red flags located at different distances. The flagpoles were javelins themselves, which had been stuck to the ground to mark short, mid and long range for the upcoming competition. There was also a wooden barrel located by the door, which contained a number of practice javelins of different colors.

OOC

Sep 3rd, 2012 01:42 AM

Spartan makes his way over to the Javlin throwing field. He looks over the javelins in the barrel and takes out the red marked ones. It is only right that the Crimson King have the Crimson Javalins.

Sep 3rd, 2012 12:37 PM

Lou takes a step outside and looks over the field where the Javelin-throw would take place. He takes a deep breath and approaches Spartan, and the barrel, before peeking in. "King Spartan, " he greeted the Summer, Monarch. "Thanks for hosting the games."

Lou reached into the barrel and grabbed a random Javelin before examining it and trying to get a feel for it's balance and weight.

Sep 3rd, 2012 02:41 PM

Danny nervously moved over to the javelins, soothing his nerves by examining the construction of the Javelins. He wasn't a particularly strong man, but he had a good aim, and he was more eager to try and do a good job for the Autumn Court. There was a lot to prove.

He turned his three Javelins over, and guessed Spartan would win, of course, being the Hoplite King. He took his mark, taking a deep breath.

"This... this will be fun," he stated, in a tone of almost hopeful nervousness.

**Smudge** · Sep 3rd, 2012 02:49 PM

Smudge, glad to be outside, wasn't entirely sure what to do as a warm up and so took out a javelin, bouncing it in his hand for balance.

"Nice."

**Perry diCarto** · Sep 3rd, 2012 04:13 PM

Perry smiled familiarly as he produced a green-coloured practice javelin. It matched his eyes quite nicely, he thought.

There had been plenty of track and field toss events in his past, and he hoped he still had the arm he once had in his youth. His eyes flicked over to Spartan for a moment, and he nodded his respect to the Summer Sovereign before taking his position on the line and stretching his throwing arm out. "Good evening, everyone," he said, nodding his respect to King Spartan.

Sep 3rd, 2012 04:23 PM

Rook picked up a javelin, and spun it through his fingers like a quarterstaff for a moment, the movement deft- and cautious of those near him. He smiled very slightly, remembering the power of a siege weapon coursing through his veins. Sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - he could remember how it had felt to be that strong, that inflexible, and and yet...

No, it wasn't the power that something in him wanted. It was for the rest of the world to be designed to contain that power. A lot of people would have thought it was entertaining, pleasant to be able to lift more than any living mortal could, to tear people limb from limb without really ever having to put in effort.

It wasn't. It was like living in a world made of paper, and having to work through it, always concentrating, always careful. He could never let go, even for a split second, even in a contest.

The Red Victor smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He loved the challenge of balancing himself.

"Best of luck, everyone."

Sep 3rd, 2012 06:09 PM

Anya strode confidently into the clearing; not necessarily because she had any assumptions that she would win, but because nervousness was not particularly a part of her personality. She actually could not recall using a javelin before, although in the midst of her Durance she could remember dodging a few decently thrown spears.

That was not exactly the same however.

Oh well, it should be fun, if nothing else.

The Iron Adjutant nodded to the Lost who were already assembled; knowing each of them to some extent of another. A more familiar smile passed across her features, to those Anya knew the best.

"Yes, good luck," Anya remarked casually to the others, as she picked up a javelin and adjusted her grip to avoid her dangerously sharp talons obstructing her hold.

**Jag** · Sep 4th, 2012 10:01 AM

Duncan walked over, a smile on his face. It was quite obvious that the new Constable was excited by the idea of participating in the games, and ready to prove himself as member of the Summer Court. He offered polite nods to his King, the Red Victor and the Iron Adjuntant respectively. After greeting them he walked over to the barrel holding the javelins, grabbing one that was of a silver color and examining it for a moment. "This will do," he said to no one in particular, testing the javelin's weight and feel in his hand.

Sep 4th, 2012 02:54 PM

Serreth walked out, having changed into plain sports-trousers. He wore nothing on his upper torso, bearing his intricate tatoos and gold-plated hieroglyphs for all to see. It wasn't showmanship, he just felt more comfortable and his simple mannerisms carried that intent.

He strode over to a pile of javelins and plucked one out, holding it aloft and turning it, testing it for weight and balance.

"Good luck to you all." He said genuinely and bowed slightly as he always did to the assembled competitors.

(1208) Javelin Throw

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