90th of Autumn, 514 AV
The autumn air bit and nibbled with a tedious and unrelenting cadence on the lone squire’s exposed skin as he followed, ever so carefully, the road of dirt and faded hoofprints before him to the Mithryn Outpost. Seeing as the squire, so brave, so ready to fill his own boots, had never seen it before in his nineteen years of living in Syliras, he figured it would be fitting of him to at least do a patrol or two around the general area.
The days had progressively become shorter, night descending quickly upon the city, but not quite yet. It had been about half a bell from noon and Aventis could clearly see the sun was in a very different position than it had been a bell and thirty chimes or so ago, when he had left the city of peace, and he regretted greatly not taking up the opportunity to buy a horse right then, because, to be quite frank, his feet felt like raw shyke by now. But, alas, Aventis had no method of returning, and so he didn’t intend on it yet. He intended on doing a few rounds and begging one of the locals to ride him home, which was his only option next to spending the night in an inn, seeing as the road at night was a completely different trek than the road during the day, Aventis ran the danger of getting himself mauled by who-knows-what, and he wasn’t sure if the outpost even housed an inn.
What an undeniable hero I am… Aventis thought, cursing his thin legs for carrying him with such weak stamina, his feet moaning and his bones aching as he continued along the path.
The outpost had come into view a bit ago, but Aventis was an estimated five chimes or so from reaching the outpost itself. It wasn’t as impressive as Aventis had thought. Its walls were not grand, but enough to keep the night away. Its roads were certainly not paved in gold, but Aventis never truly expected that. It was but wishful thinking. It wasn’t as… Spacious as Aventis had originally thought. Merely enough for the livestock and the common areas. It wasn’t glorious, nor was it grand. The only way to properly describe the Mithryn Outpost was… Enough. The guard towers that decorated the wall weren’t extravagant, weren’t impressive, but they were enough. Perhaps I could spend the night patrolling… Aventis had thought, considering the option with intent as he stepped up to the gatehouse of the outpost, nodding politely to his superiors as he stepped inside the iron clad doors and into the modest outpost. The streets were near void of residents, who were most likely inside enjoying the evening or tending to livestock, rather the knights on their respective rounds, of which there were many more than Aventis had initially thought, which did little to ease his mind of unrest.
From his knowledge of the Syliran city, he immediately recognized the area he found himself in to be the market and business place, which would explain the excess amount of knights and members of the order to protect it. It might be better to do rounds where knights are near, the squire thought to himself, immediately picking out a route. He traveled along a somewhat shorter road which seemed to run through the bulk of the business place, a bit around the inn, and back to the gate. It was small, incredibly so. Aventis debated the relevance of his route after travelling it for a bit, no more than two or three rounds, arguing that the knights had populated the area already, and began to set off towards the civilian portion of the outpost.
He had travelled just a short distance into the civilian area before his feet simply ached too much for movement. He leaned against the nearest wall, sighing deeply, hoping that no knight could see him relieve himself of pain, hoping with a greater caliber that the owner of the house he leaned against did not see him. But more than anything, the squire needed rest. He was beyond lucky that no knight was nearby at the moment, lest he be embarrassed in front of a superior. But resting felt too good. He stood there, watching the light blue sky move slowly in accordance to the clouds.
Or was it the other way around… He thought.
He didn’t know. For the moment being he was content. He was happy with the world and all it was. He watched the sky roll by.
The days had progressively become shorter, night descending quickly upon the city, but not quite yet. It had been about half a bell from noon and Aventis could clearly see the sun was in a very different position than it had been a bell and thirty chimes or so ago, when he had left the city of peace, and he regretted greatly not taking up the opportunity to buy a horse right then, because, to be quite frank, his feet felt like raw shyke by now. But, alas, Aventis had no method of returning, and so he didn’t intend on it yet. He intended on doing a few rounds and begging one of the locals to ride him home, which was his only option next to spending the night in an inn, seeing as the road at night was a completely different trek than the road during the day, Aventis ran the danger of getting himself mauled by who-knows-what, and he wasn’t sure if the outpost even housed an inn.
What an undeniable hero I am… Aventis thought, cursing his thin legs for carrying him with such weak stamina, his feet moaning and his bones aching as he continued along the path.
The outpost had come into view a bit ago, but Aventis was an estimated five chimes or so from reaching the outpost itself. It wasn’t as impressive as Aventis had thought. Its walls were not grand, but enough to keep the night away. Its roads were certainly not paved in gold, but Aventis never truly expected that. It was but wishful thinking. It wasn’t as… Spacious as Aventis had originally thought. Merely enough for the livestock and the common areas. It wasn’t glorious, nor was it grand. The only way to properly describe the Mithryn Outpost was… Enough. The guard towers that decorated the wall weren’t extravagant, weren’t impressive, but they were enough. Perhaps I could spend the night patrolling… Aventis had thought, considering the option with intent as he stepped up to the gatehouse of the outpost, nodding politely to his superiors as he stepped inside the iron clad doors and into the modest outpost. The streets were near void of residents, who were most likely inside enjoying the evening or tending to livestock, rather the knights on their respective rounds, of which there were many more than Aventis had initially thought, which did little to ease his mind of unrest.
From his knowledge of the Syliran city, he immediately recognized the area he found himself in to be the market and business place, which would explain the excess amount of knights and members of the order to protect it. It might be better to do rounds where knights are near, the squire thought to himself, immediately picking out a route. He traveled along a somewhat shorter road which seemed to run through the bulk of the business place, a bit around the inn, and back to the gate. It was small, incredibly so. Aventis debated the relevance of his route after travelling it for a bit, no more than two or three rounds, arguing that the knights had populated the area already, and began to set off towards the civilian portion of the outpost.
He had travelled just a short distance into the civilian area before his feet simply ached too much for movement. He leaned against the nearest wall, sighing deeply, hoping that no knight could see him relieve himself of pain, hoping with a greater caliber that the owner of the house he leaned against did not see him. But more than anything, the squire needed rest. He was beyond lucky that no knight was nearby at the moment, lest he be embarrassed in front of a superior. But resting felt too good. He stood there, watching the light blue sky move slowly in accordance to the clouds.
Or was it the other way around… He thought.
He didn’t know. For the moment being he was content. He was happy with the world and all it was. He watched the sky roll by.
Aventis
