Imass hiked up the wilderness trailhead. The land around him was cool and forested. Five days ride south lead to Syliras, so he wasn't too scared. As far as the Knight was concerned, there was no other living creature in this area with more authority than himself. He was undoubtedly the only knight of Syliras in the area and they were king in this part of Mizahar; or so they claimed!
Imass was accompanied by two squires. They tended to the horses at a camp near the creek at the foothill of the mountain. The Knight on the other hand traveled up the last stretch alone, because this was the ultimate meditation for Imass. His mind was clear and focused at the task at hand. He was surveying the lands and familiarizing himself with the Syliran landscape. This was important work in the zealot's heart. At this point in time his light side was empowered. The hike up the mountain cleared his mind of all doubt and brought out the best in the Akalak.
Although he was also exploring the wilder lands, he was also on a personal quest no doubt. He was inspired by Yahal and Tyveth directly through meditation, or so he believed. Regardless if the vision was his own hallucinations or actually message from the gods; Imass still had faith in his phenomenal meditations. This devotion to Yahal's ideas was deep. Yahal demanded faith and Imass gave it to him unquestionably, despite being under possibly erroneous pretenses.
This self-proclaimed religious quest was innately valid and ultimately blessed by Yahal's teaching through personal conviction.
Thus the blue warrior threads relatively lightly. He was armed with shield, broadsword, Lakan, and short bow. His quiver and blade swung freely at his hips. The Lakan was over his chest on a strap. His ranged weapon was in hand. The knight traveled with a backpack under the shield on his back. Still under that was a thick cloak colored of the dull green mountain side. He wore gauntlets and heavy riding boots minus the spurs. He was armored to the teeth regardless.
The weather was brisk at that altitude, despite the blaring sun in the valley. Perfect traveling weather in Imass' mind. After the last arduous switchback, the Knight sat on a rock beside the lightly trodden trail. He sat to catch his breath and drink some watery wine. He scanned the landscape and tried to follow the next switch back as far as the eye could see. The deer trail he treaded was scarcely used by intelligent humanoids it seemed. Therefore, Imass needed to employ simple techniques to travel. He would spot a land mark that followed the trail, and then he would walk to it. Rinse and repeat. He was essentially walking from landmark to landmark.
Suddenly, Imass heard a rustle down the way from behind him. The knight quickly and quietly strung an arrow on his bow.
He froze. Another sound occurred. The warrior raised his ranged weapon. Imass expected a deer, but his gut said otherwise; it was moving too slow for a deer.
The Knight waited patiently until he saw a body moving through some branches in the distance. The undistinguishable person was following the same trail. They were about a yelling distance from each other.
The Akalak's good and light side yelled out instinctively and preemptively, "I bid thee good morn traveler! I did not expect to see another soul here, so you must introduce yourself! I am known as Ser Imass, Worshipper of Tyveth and Yahal. I am a Knight of Syliras. I have no qualms with thee or desire for battle. Peace be with thee! Now...What say thee? What is thy purpose here? I shall respond answers with answers."
The knight was straight up about everything. He would not protest martial combat as long as his opponent made his intentions clear. He did not force people to agree, but he did not start any fights. If drama was to be had, he rather meet destiny right away, instead of playing mind games of manipulation and treachery.
Imass held his bow string taught, but lowered his aim a few inches as a symbol of peace and vigilance.
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