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Longbow Etiquette was written by a Dalish chronicler, who traveled together with a band of mercenary archers, recording their deeds.

I'm not sure, but, what do you guys think about dividing this text in two books?

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 Drinking on a tavern in the city of Dale, I met a hairy man called Gunnar and his company of forty archers, strong men who sell their services to lords and nobles, men whose only trade was war. That man Gunnar, which, I noticed, was a very proud fellow, offered to hire me as his company's chronicler when I told him that writing was my trade. I was supposed to record in text the deeds and stories of his men. I promptly accepted, I needed the coin!
 * 1) Written by Dragonovith
 * 2) title:Longbow Etiquette
 * 3) author:Asger of Redwater
 * 4) types:dale

For many days and nights I followed that merry band of mercenaries. Every single one of them was a hardened archer, trained since a young age. They wielded longbows made of hard, yet flexible, wood - crafted by themselves - which were just long wooden sticks most of the time, because, as Gunnar explained to me, they removed the bow string when they didn't need to use the bow, to preserve the wood from bending.

My first battle, which I only watched from afar, happened two weeks later, when we were travelling close to the southern border of the Kingdom of Dale. Crooked and evil creatures, Orcs, coming from the savage lands of old Rhovanion were pillaging and raiding the land. Our presence was noticed by the scared populace, and not long thereafter we were found by armed men loyal to the local lord, and so we were brought to his castle. That lord, as you can imagine, had an urgent need for fighting men. The noble, a certain Lord Hakon, was a fat and unpleasant man, known by the local folk as an abusive tyrant, but when he threw a generous bag of coins on the feet of Gunnar, the archer promptly sold him his services.

Accompanied by one hundred spearmen, we followed the smoke which was coming from a nearby estate. There we met the Orcs. Those savage creatures were stealing the cattle and raiding the granaries, but soon they noticed our presence in a hill overlooking the farm and its fields. Quickly the Orcs formed a clumsy battle line and slowly they marched uphill, shouting insults with their grotesque voices.

The archers were ready and Gunnar gave the order, and so a torrent of long wooden shafts with bright white feathers and steel tips flew to the sky. Before they could rain down on the Orcs, another volley of arrows was already being shot by the strong arms of those archers. How terrible were those arrows! They pierced flesh, mail and leather with ease, like a hot knife in a piece of butter! In seconds the Orc battle formation was lost, and whining of fear, the survivors turned around and ran back to their stinking caves to the south.

In no time we were back on the road, looking for another troubled land with a rich lord with need for fighting men.  