3rd Day of Spring, 514.
Today, was another day frolicking around the rooftops of Nyka. After his previous abrupt escapade during a delivery, he hoped that the guards on watch wouldn't try to stop him again.. and if they did, that he would escape them this time. What use was it, to be a squirrel, if you couldn't outrun the guards. A Syliran Knight would do it - they would be able to run rings around the monks, even in their heaviest armor. At least, that's what he thought. To be completely honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if a Syliran Knight came to Nyka, but considering that it was surrounded and guarded by monks that were extremely well-armed with their fists alone.. they wouldn't really do that well. He'd find out for himself, soon enough - he'd find a way into the Knights ranks, and then he'd find out how he compared to them. Not well, he guessed, but he'd try anyway. And if he didn't do well, then he'd train himself up and do it again, over and over until he found a way past.
As it was, he was following the rooftops and making the occasional leap over a small breach or a small spring with his forelimbs to vault over a ridge. His real focus - the Flaxen District - would hopefully provide all of the equipment needed for his passage through the Wilderness and into Syliras. Yes, today was the day.. the day that he would leave Nyka, and head off to the famed city to gain glory as a Syliran Knight. He had learned all that he could, here. The Celestial Square soon gave way to the North Quarter after passing the Bridge of the Dead, and he scurried straight back up the nearest house possible and got a few stares for it, thanks to the use of his clay claws to dig into the crevices. Not to mention the amount of said crevices, and the depth of each one - it was like these red-brick walls were made for climbing, and he wasn't going to just walk on by without taking good use of this opportunity. Thankfully, the few that were following for a closer look couldn't keep up through the rush of people that kept the streets below filled. He needed to work on his speed.. he could make himself as agile as he liked, he still needed to be fast. Faster than a speeding arrow, swifter than a flying axe.. he was The Archailist!
And that's when he stopped, at last, with the gates of the city within eyesight and jumped down from the house that he'd been clung to, landing on a small retreat back into a drain and rolling to a stop by using his shoulder to brace the impact.. as well as his legs distending slightly. Finally. "Why couldn't they make these cities more Pycon-friendly, it's impossible to get around without having it turn into a full-body workout.." he muttered to himself absently, nearly lost entirely in thought at the possibility of a real Pycon-only city. A small place, made of clay and revolving around clay, like it should.. with money made out of clay, and food made out of clay, and houses and buildings and businesses made of clay. It would all be made entirely for them, in a world made for them, to grow up and enjoy, even though he knew that there would never be many inside because of their adventurous lifestyle.. but it would just be one place in this big, wide world where everything would just be.. smaller. And less crowded with giant people and their giant feet.
Soon, he was there. Although, this would only be the start. He needed to find a good mount.. something that would be capable of carrying him across the Wilderness. And a weapon. But where would he find such things? Well, he had absolutely no idea, to be frank. So, he'd do what anyone else in his situation would do. He'd venture out through the buildings, and the different shops of the district, in search of whatever they had and whatever they could offer that came close. And if they didn't have it, he was going to rip all of his clay out, by Syna.
Today, was another day frolicking around the rooftops of Nyka. After his previous abrupt escapade during a delivery, he hoped that the guards on watch wouldn't try to stop him again.. and if they did, that he would escape them this time. What use was it, to be a squirrel, if you couldn't outrun the guards. A Syliran Knight would do it - they would be able to run rings around the monks, even in their heaviest armor. At least, that's what he thought. To be completely honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if a Syliran Knight came to Nyka, but considering that it was surrounded and guarded by monks that were extremely well-armed with their fists alone.. they wouldn't really do that well. He'd find out for himself, soon enough - he'd find a way into the Knights ranks, and then he'd find out how he compared to them. Not well, he guessed, but he'd try anyway. And if he didn't do well, then he'd train himself up and do it again, over and over until he found a way past.
As it was, he was following the rooftops and making the occasional leap over a small breach or a small spring with his forelimbs to vault over a ridge. His real focus - the Flaxen District - would hopefully provide all of the equipment needed for his passage through the Wilderness and into Syliras. Yes, today was the day.. the day that he would leave Nyka, and head off to the famed city to gain glory as a Syliran Knight. He had learned all that he could, here. The Celestial Square soon gave way to the North Quarter after passing the Bridge of the Dead, and he scurried straight back up the nearest house possible and got a few stares for it, thanks to the use of his clay claws to dig into the crevices. Not to mention the amount of said crevices, and the depth of each one - it was like these red-brick walls were made for climbing, and he wasn't going to just walk on by without taking good use of this opportunity. Thankfully, the few that were following for a closer look couldn't keep up through the rush of people that kept the streets below filled. He needed to work on his speed.. he could make himself as agile as he liked, he still needed to be fast. Faster than a speeding arrow, swifter than a flying axe.. he was The Archailist!
And that's when he stopped, at last, with the gates of the city within eyesight and jumped down from the house that he'd been clung to, landing on a small retreat back into a drain and rolling to a stop by using his shoulder to brace the impact.. as well as his legs distending slightly. Finally. "Why couldn't they make these cities more Pycon-friendly, it's impossible to get around without having it turn into a full-body workout.." he muttered to himself absently, nearly lost entirely in thought at the possibility of a real Pycon-only city. A small place, made of clay and revolving around clay, like it should.. with money made out of clay, and food made out of clay, and houses and buildings and businesses made of clay. It would all be made entirely for them, in a world made for them, to grow up and enjoy, even though he knew that there would never be many inside because of their adventurous lifestyle.. but it would just be one place in this big, wide world where everything would just be.. smaller. And less crowded with giant people and their giant feet.
Soon, he was there. Although, this would only be the start. He needed to find a good mount.. something that would be capable of carrying him across the Wilderness. And a weapon. But where would he find such things? Well, he had absolutely no idea, to be frank. So, he'd do what anyone else in his situation would do. He'd venture out through the buildings, and the different shops of the district, in search of whatever they had and whatever they could offer that came close. And if they didn't have it, he was going to rip all of his clay out, by Syna.
