Rumsey woke up blearily the next day, but for once in his life, it wasn't from drinking! The night before, the tubby pirate had stayed up almost to the crack of dawn fussing and shouting at the villagers that had shown up to learn how to protect their town. He was ready and waiting with his pistol and a number of bows and arrows.<span style="color: green">"Now, listen, lads! I ain't one t'e'er recommend ye end up tosslin' wit' a moblin 'r tryin' ta wrastle a bokoblin! Tha's foolish, but tha' dunnae mean ye cannae fight 'em! Take these bows, an' wit' 'em, you can pepper tha' sorry sods long 'fore they can get atcha!"</span><br/><br/>Leading those that had arrived to a small practice field, he lined them up and had them begin to practice their archery skills. Luckily, it seemed as though all of those that had shown up had a least a bit of hunting experience, save for one. This poor sod got the full Rumsey treatment, the fat man slapping at his arms and legs until he was in a proper shooting stance. It took time, but eventually even he was beginning to hit the arrows with skill. And then, it was time to step things up a notch. Moving down towards the targets, Rumsey held a small stack of plates that he'd borrowed from the inn, tossing them across the end of the practice field in order to get the men some practice with moving targets. Erland caught those that they missed, flinging them back to Rumsey to give them another shot.<br/><br/>As the last plate was smashed by a well-aimed arrow, Rumsey nodded approvingly over at his recruits.<span style="color: green">"Aye, ye'll do righ' nicely, I'd figger. Now, fer the mos' important part. Ye gotta keep yer eyes peeled for any sign o' danger. These monsters've gotta cross farmland t'get ta this town, so ye need to keep in contact wit' the farmers. And if ye are farmers, keep good watch on the surroundings. Sooner ye know somethin's comin', soon the rest o' the town can pack up in boats an' get goin'."</span>Waddling towards the militia, he swung his arms around two of them as he pulled them into a huddle.<span style="color: green">"Folks may call us 'eroes, bu' it's the folks like ya tha' ensure we got villages an' homes t'come back to. Ain't much o' a point in cuttin' ole Ganon's piggy face off if the world's been destroyed in the meantime, aye? Ye'll do great, an' I 'ave faith in ye lads."</span><br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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Defense Points: 5<br/>
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