Blissbarb Archers stand on the bottom rung of Sybarite society, and they climb it one arrow at a time. Fleet, lightly armoured, and giddy with ambition, they skirmish ahead of the Hedonite hosts in laughing packs, loosing storms of barbed shafts tipped with alchemical elixirs. Those struck are not merely wounded but overwhelmed, every sense flooded at once, and the archers grade one another on the artistry of the result.
Rank among the Hedonites is won through spectacle, and every volley is an audition. A Blissbarb who drops an enemy champion at impossible range with a single flawless shot may leap castes in an afternoon; one who merely hits what she aims at will fetch arrows for her betters until she learns flair. They shoot beautifully because they must — among the Hedonites, mediocrity is the one unforgivable sin.
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