Completed [Just outside the gates] Nay to the rider that ask to enter

[Ethen Calden]

The 13th bell on 20th day of Winter 512 AV
Ethen was morbid when he was ask to do gate duty that he thought the lowest job of being a squire or knight but he took it anyway. With this he walked to the gate tower and got assigned to the main gate. Once Ethen walked outside with his armor and his greatsword, then was blinded by the Natural light of the that he rarely saw inside of the city. Then Ethen saw the plains of grass and the farmlands with the farmer working in the corn fields and beyond that was the the dark forests and beyond that was the looming Cobalt Mountains but down the dirt covered road was a rider in the distance.

[Khal'iah]

In had been years now since the Akalak known as Khal'iah Vojak had triumphed over his Rite of Passage and was considered a man amongst his people. Shortly thereafter, a wanderlust firmly gripped the young warrior's heart and he departed from his Riverfall home in order to roam the known world. He was searching for something, diligently hunting for an abstract treasure that would only come through constant conflict: strength. In truth, Khal'iah wanted to test his mettle against many warriors of many races and to grow strong...strong enough to protect all that he held dear. His travels had taken him out of his homeland and into the neighboring region known as Sylira. There, he tarried in a city by the name of Zeltiva over the course of the previous winter and the initial portion of the current spring, but departed in order to see the region's capital. He didn't intend on staying in the city itself for more than a few days, just long enough to gather some supplies, look around, and probably get in a brawl or two. It was early afternoon when the mammoth structures of the capital appeared within Khal'iah's line of sight. From atop his trusty steed, a brown horse by the name Jak, Khal'iah squinted with a satisfied expression upon his visage. The journey had taken him a day shorter than anticipated and this pleased him greatly. With a gentle prod of his heel, Khal'iah goaded his mount forward, kicking up a cloud of dirt in their wake. In a few moment's time, after passing by several farms and fields of corn that were being tended to by their respective farmers, Khal'iah pulled on the reins and Jak came to a halt before the main gate of the city. Looking up, the male of midnight-violet complexion wiped away the beads of sweat that had accumulated upon his brow, squinting in the direction of the guardsman that was posted at the main gate. 'Is he...going to let me in?' he thought to himself; a completely rhetorical question posed to no one but himself...and as such, it was answered by his other, "darker", half. 'Probably not,' chimed the sarcastic voice in the back of Khal'iah's mind, 'he wouldn't be too good of a guard if he just opened the doors to just anyone.' 'Ha'lik,' Khal'iah thought, dismounting Jak with not a word to the guardsman, 'shut up.' Once upon the ground, the young Akalak took a moment to adjust his simple garments and the positions of his longsword and Lakan upon his belt, shake his buckler into a more comfortable position upon his wrist, and to sling his backpack over his left shoulder. He continued to maintain his silence, however, awaiting a greeting...or rebuke...from the guardsman.