Being effective on the front lines – Combat Archery

Being a combat archer can be a thankless job, but someone has to do it.

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Regardless of your calling on the field, be good at what you do. As a combat archer that means effective. Taking out prime targets. Listening to unit commands. Paying attention to the field.

Effective:

There are various measure of effectiveness. For instance upon “lay on!” being called, lob a volley. It can slow the advance and perhaps break ranks of an untrained unit. I like to fight 2nd or third from the front line depending on the scenario. This allows shields and polearms to do what they have trained to do: work together. If you hang too far back it can be harder to spot and eliminate prime targets.

Prime Targets:

Your job is to pick off fleshy exposed targets like polearms and spears. However you can take a pot shot at a shieldmans face and make them take their eyes off combat. Through communication or luck when they drop their shield to peek, a poleman can poke them or another archer can shoot their face. Siege engines are great sitting ducks as well. Know your engine types, how many minimum it takes to operate, and battle scenarios (resurrection).

Unit Commands:

Listen to your team mates. Let them know you are behind them. They can block incoming shots with shields and otherwise protect you from poles, and spears. In some cases you will hear a command like, “Take out the King!”, do your friends a favor, take the King out! Your team is surveying the opponents strengths, and your job is to help them eliminate the opponents defenses so progress can be made. Participate in pre-battle scrums and know what the overall strategy is. Good commanders use all the tools available of which combat archery is an effective one.

Surveying the Situation:

Sometimes it helps to look at the bigger picture. Survey the area. There may be a spearman in front of you but do you have a lack of shields on the front line right now? Can an opponent archer wipe your side out? Then take out their archer. Is there about to be a breach in the opponents defense somewhere you are not? Lobe a shot or two in support and help clear their path. The defense may not be expecting it and exposing opportunities.

In the end, making the opponent frustrated or angry isnt the goal. But if they do get frustrated they will do things like suicide, or break ranks. This is when you know you are doing your job, I give you exhibit A:

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Lamma Badda Yatathanna

Lamma Badda Yatathanna

Lamma badaa yetathaana (When she* begins to sway)
Lamma badaa yetathaana (When she* begins to sway)
Aman Aman Aman Aman
Hobbii jamaluu fataana (My love, the beautiful one, attracts me)
Aman Aman Aman Aman
Amara ma bilahdatin assarna (He* commands us with a look, with a wink, for a while we look at him, always)
Amara ma bilahdatin assarna (He* commands us with a look, with a wink, for a while we look at him, always)
Aman Aman Aman Aman
Ghahsoun thaana heyna mala (When the branches sway gracefully)
Aman Aman Aman Aman
W3adii wayah hiratii (My promise, my confusion)
W3adii wayah hiratii (My promise, my confusion)
Man li rahiimuu shekwatii (Will he / she* respond mercifully to my complaint?)
Fil hobbi min lay3atii (Who can understand my complaint of love)
Illa maliik il gamal (Except the king* of beauty)
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Fil hobbi min lay3atii (Who can understand my complaint of love)
Illa maliik il gamal (Except the king* of beauty)
Lamma badaa yetathaana (When she* begins to sway)
Lamma badaa yetathaana (When she* begins to sway)
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Hobbii jamaluu fataana (My love, the beautiful one, attracts me)
Aman Aman Aman Aman…

Ay Ya Zein

Note : the question mark stands for the Arabic sound ء like in Aji or Ilham etc. The number 3 for ع like in my name ﻋﺮﺑﻲ. The words between parentheses are transcribed the way they were heard.

Original

Oh ! Ya zin, Oh ! ya zini arra?assi
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit (ala3), wi ihna al3ashi?in

Chorus : Oh ! Ya zin, Oh ! ya zini arra?assi
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit (ala3), wi ihna al3ashi?in

Ya mhayari al3uyun
Wayyak hina w hina
Wi btur?uss 3al anun, wi al3ud, w albina
(Witsabili) algufun, ma nidri min nafsina, wi t ?uli kun akun min tini alwalhanin
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit ala3, wi ihna al3ashi?in

Chorus : Oh ! Ya zin, Oh ! ya zini arra?assi
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit ala3, wi ihna al3ashi?in

Da alghusni fiha azit waya nass (inzaya)
Wa la hatta nuri al?amar dayu ifut dayaha
Amana lama azzuruf tuhkum, tuhkum wi tuhgurni, matins tisal 3alaya, 3alaya wi t?ul, wi t? ul izzayak

Chorus : Oh ! Ya zin, Oh ! ya zini arra?assi
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit ala3, wi ihna al3ashi?in

3udak wa la ghusni albal i?dar i?alidu
Wi gamalak izzaman idinya tkhalidu
Wi al?albi wallah kan itmana iss3idu
Wi tsibu li lhawan ya hilwit shar3inin
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit ala3, wi ihna al3ashi?in

Chorus : Oh ! Ya zin, Oh ! ya zini arra?assi
Ya zin, ya zin, ya hilwit ala3, wi ihna al3ashi?in!

TRANSLATION

(not exact)

O! Beauty, o! Beauty, o!!! Beauty of the dancer
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers
The repeated chorus: O! Beauty, o! Beauty, o!!! Beauty of the dancer
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers
You! Bewildered my eyes
You are here and there,
Dancing on the Zither, Oud and on our hearts
Fixing the eyelashes and we no longer who we are, and if you asked me I would be among
lovers (the word is much stronger than lovers)
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers.
The repeated chorus: O! beauty, o! beauty, o!!! Beauty of the dancer
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers.
This bough is oiled, and you people be careful
Nor the moonlight is brighter than her glowing
Have mercy on me when the life treated me bad, don’t forget to ask after me, and say
how are you?
The repeated chorus: O! Beauty, o! Beauty, o!!! Beauty of the dancer
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers
My heart can’t mimic your Oud
And your beauty life would but make eternal
And my heart long wait to cherish it
And leave it for love; you with beautiful eyes
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers.
The repeated chorus: O! Beauty, o! Beauty, o!!! Beauty of the dancer.
O! Beauty, o! Beauty, O! The sweetness blossoms and we become lovers.

Transcribed by a friend of a friend of Tala.

Hafla at House Barra – Filk

Sapor Secui and Hafla at War of the Wings

A #fiveminutefilk to the tune of Hotel California

On a torch lit roadway, cool wind in our hair
Warm smell of the hookah, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a gate in the night
Needed a drink and heard the music’s din and
I had to stop for the night.

There they played by the doorway;
I heard the riqs and zills
And I was thinking to myself
‘This could be ‘Barra’ or ‘Notting Hill”
Then they stood by the wayside and they showed me the way
There were voices from the great hall behind,
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hafla at House Barra
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely place.
Plenty of room at the Hafla at House Barra
If its Friday dear (if its Friday dear) you can find it here

Their minds are musically-twisted, the dancers whirl and bend
Some are also pretty boys, and we’re all friends
How they dance in the common space, by the crimson sunset
Some dance to Lamma Badda, others to Bir Demet

So I called out to Cameron,
‘Please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since fourteen sixty-nine’
In the night the sound of drumming goes far away,
As they play through the middle of the night
as the dancers sway

Welcome to the Hafla at House Barra
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Was that a Camel Race?!
They livin’ it up at the Hafla at House Barra
Bring a drink to share (bring a drink to share), and perhaps a chair

Kegs built in the wallspace,
That mead sure sounds nice
And they said, ‘we are all just prisoners here, each here for our vice’
And in the Great Hall tables,
From the fruit of the yeast
They drink it up with their steely cups,
But they just can’t finish the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Sitting on the floor
Somehow I thought that I could drum but I just cant play 4/4
‘Relax’ said friend Cameron,
‘with your camel as your steed.
you can race him any time you like,
a Camel Cup you might receive!’

Written for an event at War of the Wings 2017