Completed stolen (Joris)

[Aeria]

12th of Spring, 514 AV~

Aeria walked in the bazaar on the last floor, looking at the wares each stall sold. The variety amazed her- feathers, things called quilts, gems, books and many more, yet she hadn’t found any weaponry shop yet, or perhaps she was heading in the wrong direction. She kept going, trying to go in front of the people, but soon gave up after hearing sighs of annoyance. It didn’t work anyway, with this much people. She eventually found a weapon stall, run by a man that was tall and thin with a nose like a hawk's. He sat on a chair, looking bored before he noticed her walking up. His eyes brightened and he smiled, before his eyes darted behind her. His mouth opened as if about to shout, and she turned, seeing a figure dressed in all black run away with the sound of coins. Shock was her first emotion, then snapped it off as she chased after the man, shouting, "Stop, thief!", along with muttered curses.

After a few minutes of running, she finally managed to get close enough to grab his jacket, and she gripped on it as hard as she could, pulling him back. The thief took a glimpse at her, then tried to pull away, lightly, then harder, as he sprinted away with an amused laugh, smiling at her. People looked at her oddly, and she just rolled her eyes in annoyance none of them noticed he was a thief. She sprinted to catch up, though he was quite now. She pushed quite a few people to get closer, not caring about thier gasps or annoyed looks. "Can you just stop, for heaven's sake?!" She shouted loudly, and he looked back at her again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He kept going, and she sprinted again, determined to not let him get away.

She came sideways at him, and threw a wild punch that was totally inaccurate at his face, and he threw a punch at the gut, which landed, and she heard him murmur, "You've got determination, I'll give you that." He sounded quietly amused. She cringed as he got away, and people once again looked at her oddly, and she looked back at them with annoyed looks, which made them look somewhere else. The thief could be anywhere now. She cursed, trying to get herself up and going to look around, but the blow to the stomach still hurt. "There was a thief that way!" She shouted, hoping to get someone's attention who could help. She felt her pocket for any mizas, and there was barely any left. Her lips curled as the pain in her stomach eventually left her.

[Joris Mevelk]

It was a fairly quiet day all told in the Fortress City of Peace, at least quiet for Joris in regards to seeing any action. He was marching along through the Bazaar today, feeling a bit out of sorts in his armor as per the norm really. His comrade for today, a sister rather than a brother, was dressed in lighter knightly armor and her eyes were sharp on those around her. Joris himself was scanning the throng of people going to and fro, grateful for his status as a knight as it meant he received a somewhat wide berth. As much as could be gained anyway on the cramped streets of Syliras. The Mage Knight’s eyes fell over the wares being sold along the stalls, his dark eyes glittering slightly as he beheld a lovely array of quills that looked positively exquisite. Alas, he was on duty as a sharp glance from his partner reminded him as they continued their sweep through the Bazaar. Booted feet clanked and chainmail rustled, the weight of Joris’ heavier armor giving the slim man a slight slouch. He was certainly not built to be a classic knight and he certainly didn’t look it at first glance. Messy dark hair looked almost like he had just risen from bed, contrasted by his well-trimmed and keot goatee. Dark eyes that possessed a depth to them scanned all around, shifting through the crowds to see what they could fine. His form looked bulky in the armor, but without it the man was somewhat scrawny and clearly reflected the background of a mage. Still, despite appearances Joris was a Mage Knight of Syliras, a title he tried his hardest to do proud and to serve as an exemplar to his fellows. Not that it normally went over well unfortunately. Suddenly a cry reached his ears through the throng of people and his companion appeared to similarly hear it, their gazes zeroing in on the source. Some form of commotion had erupted, a woman crying out that there was a thief a pointing to a man speedily trying to make his way through the crowded mass of flesh. That was all he and his partner for today needed to hear and like that they were off in pursuit, shoving their way through the press of bodies with each having a hand upon their weapons in precaution as one thief could become a dangerous murder the next second. “Looks like our day just got a bit more interesting, eh Sera?” Joris inquired rhetorically, earning a curt nod from his compatriot. The man was lacking armor, but the people were more likely to part for two Syliran Knights that looked in a hurry than a shady looking gentleman. Joris’ eyes caught the woman who had been pointing and directing them, offering a slight smirk and nearly slamming into a merchant’s stall for his trouble. He stumbled a bit ungracefully, catching his balance only with some assistance from his partner who glared witheringly at him. “Petch, keep your eyes ahead of you, Ser!” She admonished as they set back off in pursuit. The Mage Knight nodded and set his jaw as they were off through the press again, the Bazaar probably being the worst place for this kind of chase. Though, even as they had lost speed they were gaining upon the rouge again as the people parted. The dark haired man meanwhile was trying to concentrate upon the weave of his Djed as they ran, to no avail as the distractions were just too manifold. He was however getting tired of having to push aside another merchant in the pursuit of this thief. “Make way, Knights on business citizens! Make way!” Joris called out, motioning from the folks ahead of them to part. They did part but the man had already head down one of a pair of passageways, Joris motioning for his partner to come to a halt, who gave him another withering look. The Mage Knight raised a gauntleted hand and motioned to both passageways, fixing his attention on the other knight with his expression serious for once. It was rare to see the mage knight anything but joking and arrogant but when it came to his duty the mage knight was a serious man. “These passageways, do they intersect again?” He asked hurriedly. “I- yes, but-,” The woman started, being cut off by her fellow. “Then you start after him that way, I’ll go down this other passage and head him off on that side. We’ll pin him between the two of us a get him that way.” The Mage Knight instructed quickly. His partner’s face lit up in realization and she smirked, nodding as she set off down the passage the thief had gone. Immediately after Joris set off down the other passageway, which led into a smaller and thankfully mostly vacant street. His breathing was getting a bit more heavy as he ran, still trying to focus on his Astral as he ran. It had been such a nice day to, well, at least some excitement had developed.

[Radiant]

Joris :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Running	+1 XP
Leadership	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: Great Bazaar

A Thief In Syliras

Loots

Notes :

So sad to see it abandoned, well, I gave what I could.

My radiance is not bright enough?

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