Wrath

Ovrythe was found in the south-west of The Mane. For most of its history, Ovrythe loamed like a storm cloud over its neighbours, striking with thunder and lightning when it suited: a new government that wasn’t going to do Ovrythe…

Ovrythe was found in the south-west of The Mane. For most of its history, Ovrythe loamed like a storm cloud over its neighbours, striking with thunder and lightning when it suited: a new government that wasn’t going to do Ovrythe…

What epistemic value belongs to an arrow that reaches the centre through defective technique? Beneath the apparent modesty of that question lies a problem running from cognitive psychology’s study of judgment through attribution theory’s account of causal assignment into decision…

The Mane, The Unclaimed Waters between Fohalin and Nauberta – Typhon Resurgence, Day 20 The Daemon Flamingo was a ship of legend, recognisable to even those most ignorant of myths. Even those ignorant of the ship’s legend – and few…

The Mane, Huzken (The Venom State), City Capital Lajo – Typhon Resurgence, Day 19 Havicore Hall was the grandiose meeting place for the hunters and agriculturalists of the eastern regions of the Mane. It was named for the great explorer,…

I rest a seasoned yew bowstave across my knees, its belly scored deep with thumbnail marks left by generations of bordermen—men who lived by the string, dying by the sword. Oil from forgotten palms stains the grip dark as bruised…

The Mane, The Unclaimed Waters between Fohalin and Nauberta – Typhon Resurgence, Day 17 “I’ve never seen anything that size in the ocean that wasn’t a land mass,” Rena breathed shakily, eyes wide, brow furrowed at the sight of the…

Of all the many fine things regarding the Bluebell Shoot, the finest was that the format had been reset from the common mixed affair back to the unmarked and marked rounds. Why there are so many mixed rounds, I don’t…

What should an archer do with the arrow that has already gone wrong, while the next one lies cold against the fingers? A cedar shaft sits high in the grass beyond the boss, its fletching tilted like a wounded bird.…

What happens to an archer in the last walk to the peg, when the shot has already entered the pulse before the bow rises? The peg looks small enough to vanish beneath a boot heel, yet it governs a whole…

What must the archer guard after the first three shafts land clean: the score already pencilled onto the card, or the form that bore those arrows through air? Rain-soft paper curls beside the bow case, pencil marks gleaming like fish…

What does a scorecard do to friendship when one archer’s arrow cuts closer to the centre than mine? The card looks slight enough, a crease in rain-soft paper, thumb grease along one edge, pencil dust in the boxes where names…

Mastering the “Parasite”: The Art of Action Meditation You’re on the shooting line. Your heart is hammering against your chest, and your bow arm is vibrating so hard the arrow is nearly jumping off the rest. You aren’t in any…

Welcome to a new season of archery challenges! At Lough Cuan Bowmen, archers are engaging in a series of unconventional shooting challenges for prizes of myth. Each week – more or less – archers can endeavour to win an arrow…

The Mane, The Unclaimed Waters between Fohalin and Nauberta – Typhon Resurgence, Day 17 Of all the myths within the great ocean between The Mane and The Sigel, tales of the Daemon Flamingo refused to age or even convolute themselves…

Roger Ascham arrived on my kitchen table bound within a worn volume, carrying the smell of chalky dust alongside old paste. A block of beeswax sat beside my longbow, waiting near a coiled linen string. Holding those threads evoked an…

For those Unfamiliar with 3D Archery, or those who just like a bit of Lego:

How did the shamrock come about as an Irish symbol? The fact that Ballyvally Archers’ Shamrock Shoot comes in March is rather apt, as it was Saint Patrick who taught of the Holy Trinity using a shamrock. And whilst this…

For some, arrows are simply a tool, perhaps even overlooked. Something for throwing at the target and nothing more. Why would anyone labour over an arrow’s aesthetics? Well, when I began as a traditional archer, a seasoned trad shooter and…

A question lodged in my mouth with the abrasive persistence of a burr caught inside a sock, and from that small irritation the whole inquiry drew its shape: when a yew bow sings, which vessel receives the hymn—the timber itself,…

The Mane, Huzken (The Venom State), City Capital Lajo – Typhon Resurgence, Day 15 Despite the disaster that was the culling contract in Vrenki, it was good to be back home, Fergus thought. For one thing they had made a…