<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal-ish.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle spends a few minutes at a time furiously milling around the yard, poking about with buckets and arrows here and there.  Throughout the process, silent, looking up for a few moments at a time to study her companions as they move about, bright eyes staring into them and beyond them with her mask of placid acceptance and grim determination.  When her preparations are done-- well before sundown, it seems, she continues like some automation, trying to occupy her feverish mind and bury the distractions and fear amid sheaves of preoccupation.<br/>The practice seems to ease her, as she loses herself the pinpoint necessity of fluid archery, each practice arrow's flight mechanically timed after the one before in a wandering group across the hay bale and torn-flour-sack target.  The repetition soon grows thin, and her arrows begin wandering further from the bulls-eye stain, and she busies herself elsewhere... exercises, of course-- she makes do with the trading post's supplies, lifting flour sacks of sand by a crease in the middle, pulling herself up with her arms, then her legs, from a pair of rope loops tied to an overhead beam.  She climbs Hamm's escape rope, swings down, then furiously repeats the effort-- again, and again, until her breasts are heaving under the chain armor and sweat streams from her golden skin.<br/>Still exhausted, she strips off the chain shirt-- the extra weight adds to her work, making the exercise more intense, but removing it brings an immense sigh of relief as the woodland air finally reaches her through the sweat-soaked cotton of the sleeveless tunic beneath.  She lays it across a rough-hewn bench and cleans it with an oiled rag-- careful to work each row of interlocking rings-- and removes her soft-soled leather boots, carrying a bucket of fresh water to the stables in the hopes of, perhaps, a place to wash unobserved.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions taken</div><div class="spoiler_body">-sharpen weapons, secure her bow and a quiver somewhere they're less likely to be found.<br/>-stash one of Oleg's bows and a handful of arrows in one of the lookout towers<br/>-make sure the gates swing "In" so that she can stand behind them open and not be visible until someone's already way inside.<br/>-secure 1 healing potion on her person<br/>-fill any unused container (horse buckets, urns, etc) with water and stash them around the yard<br/>-find a dagger for her boot, just in case<br/>-train and get cleaned up</div></div><br/>