The young monk sat, watching the elven woman practice with her bow. Her shots were perfect, her stance practiced, attentive to her task, yet quiet in her posture and motion. He was impressed by her shooting. Less by her accuracy and more by the fact that her shots were all made while the woman hung upside-down from a balancing rope as it swung. As she fired her last arrow, she let herself down and came to the young man, a warm smile gracing her elegant features.
-“Do you understand now?” She asked with a crystalline voice.
-“Hardly.” The young man replied, scratching his chin. “It was great shooting for sure, but I don’t understand how this relates to my fists?”
The elven woman shook her head slowly, then got on her knees and took the young monk’s hands, and looked at his bruised, barely healed fists, caressing the palms with care. With a sad, yet understanding voice she simply commented.
-“The lesson, young man, is that all fists aren’t made of flesh and bones.”
Longbow at first, switch to a Greatbow as soon as you have proficiency. Try for a belt of giant’s strength for you will need more static damage than this.
Goal
Archer Monk. Run around, pull your Greatbow and proceed to unilaterally kill everything within sight with your one man volley. You can shoot so many arrows in a round you make Legolas look like he just picked a bow for the first time.
