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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]

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Summer Heat

Postby Thijs Stormglow on June 28th, 2017, 7:57 pm

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29th, Summer, 517 AV

The sun beat down aggressively onto the tent city, with only the salty breeze flowing in from the coast to offer relief from the sun’s basking rays. Though the city had only been located here for a couple days, the ground surrounding it had already turned into a dust bowl. Thijs’ tent, located towards the outskirts, was already being caked with a dry layer of dust. The matter was not helped by Zoya, a lightly colored Gilding, who was having a joy of a time stirring up even more dust around the tent. Along the outside, organized haphazardly, laid Thijs’ things – a lamp there, a tarp partially folded, his long bow leaned up against the side of his tent. Thijs himself was seated on the ground just outside the tent, use to the beating sun and large amounts of dust. A half-eaten rabbit leg in his hand, he studied the other tents and bustles of movement as Drykas and various traders carried their wares to and from the markets. Thijs knew his brother was probably among them, bringing back goods from Kenash to sale for jacked-up prices. His other brother, too, was probably at the market, controlling the flow of merchants and breaking up disputes, or perhaps he was out in the Sea of Grass with his other Watch brethren. Thijs, however, found himself with no responsibilities and, at the same time, nothing really to do.

The bulky male raised himself from the ground, ignoring the dust that stuck coated to the back of his legs. Zoya snorted at him, kicking up more dust with her front hooves. “I know, I know, not right now.” He leaned and picked up his long bow, which was only lightly used and hardly worn in, with his free hand. “Sicari,” he prodded the outside of the ten with his bow, alerting the Kelvic inside, “let’s get some target practice.” He made his way to the side of the tent, where they’re newly purchased target was irregularly stuck into the ground. It leaned to one side at an odd angle, but Thijs hardly seemed to notice. He brought up his bow, pulling back the string, and mock-aiming. “Bring the arrows” he shouted towards the tent, before letting the string go and pretending to send an arrow flying.
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Postby Sicarius Stormglow on June 28th, 2017, 9:12 pm

Sicarius sat inside Thijs’ tent, which provided protection from the strong rays of sunlight which occasionally shimmered through the tent door. There was a small stack of edibles and two waterskins on one side of the tent. Sicarius was slowly examining his short bow at which he had bought the day he met Thijs. It was made by a skilled bowyer, and had a nice, carved design in the wooden limb. Sicarius traced the indents, of which created beautiful curves in the short bow's limb, and made the bow even more elegant-looking. He also examined the arrows he recently bought in the market of Endrykas. He studied the beautifully colored feathers of the fletching, the long and sturdy shaft of the arrow, and the sharp arrowhead, which would slightly glimmer in the occasional sunlight. Sicarius could faintly hear footsteps of Thijs’ feet outside, and could also hear him speak to his horse, Zoya. Sicarius looked up and noticed Thijs in the doorway holding his longbow in his hand. “Sicari,” Sicarius’ leader said strongly, which caught Sicarius’ attention quickly, “let’s get some target practice.” Sicarius promptly started standing up, shifting his weight as he went. “Bring the arrows.” He heard strongly from outside. He grabbed the arrows and quickly headed outside into the beating rays of sunlight. “Aye, sir,” Sicarius playfully said as he readied his bow, sliding an arrow into place. “As long as I shoot first." He slowly got into position, slightly crouched, arrow steady, aimed at the target. Time seemed to freeze as Sicarius aimed for the target. Finally, Sicarius set the arrow free, flying through the air, it seemed to have perfect trajectory. It hit the target, barely inside the markings, but made it far through the now pierced straw target. Sicarius gritted his teeth in anger and reluctantly said, “Your turn, sir.”
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Postby Thijs Stormglow on June 29th, 2017, 1:56 pm

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Sicarius’ arrow zipped through the air, barely hitting its target. It pierced the target just below the shoulder, sticking firmly into the straw target’s side. It would have left what would probably have been a painful wound, but it would have hardly been a fatal one and probably wouldn’t have even slowed a determined person down. Thijs flung the hair on his right shoulder away so that it wouldn’t interfere with the arrow or bow. “Good shot” he spoke simply, before retrieving one of the arrows Sicarious had brought outside. They too were new, their lightly polished shafts glinting lightly in the midday sun and causing Thijs to narrow his eyes ever so slightly. He chose an arrow carefully from the stack, and strode only a short distance from the target. He brought his bow up, arrow still sitting limply in his hand. He mock-aimed at the target again, closing one eye as he carefully lined up his shot. He tightened his jaw, and carefully placed the arrow’s notch onto the string, taking time to ensure that it was carefully secure. He re-aimed, held his breath, and released the string. The arrow flew through the air, wobbled to the left, barely scrapping the target and finding itself soaring onwards, landing a couple yards past the target on the ground.

Thijs let out a grunt, straw still settling on the dust-covered ground. Zoya neighed quietly in the background, hoofing at the ground once again and sending a small cloud of dust into the air. He ignored her and instead made his way to the wayward arrow, retrieving it. Its head was blunted from its impact with the ground, and its shaft was now clearly stained by the dirt. He narrowed his eyes and dusted off the arrow, studying the arrow’s now spoiled appearance. Any well-crafted arrow would have survived such an impact unscathed. Thijs rose from the ground and walked the couple paces back to where Sicarius was standing. “Looks like we bought low-quality again,”he said waving the arrow in the air. That’s what he got for buying for foreigners again. He tossed the arrow next to tent, not trusting it to fly straight, and retrieved another from the pile. He marked out fifteen paces again, preparing to shoot another arrow. Zoya whined again from her place in the front of the tent. Thijs glanced over at her momentarily, before looking once again at the target. “Do you mind getting her some water, Sicari?” he asked, motioning towards the parched horse with his bow.
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Postby Sicarius Stormglow on June 29th, 2017, 2:26 pm


Sicarius slowly examined his master's stance. The arrow looked perfectly aligned with the target, it seemed like it would surely pierce right through. The salty wind was blowing ever so slightly, it would barely mess with the master's arrow. Sicarius' eyes jerked as his leader shot the arrow, leaving it flowing through the summer air. Though it missed the target and flew a bit too far, Sicarius was still in awe of his master's skills, like always. "Looks like we bought low-quality again," Sicarius heard, still looking at the arrow, stuck ever so slightly in the ground. Sicarius took a step, thinking he would shoot next, but saw his master take another arrow, so he stepped back into his original position. Again, Sicarius' master looked magnificent in his stance, and Sicarius, once again, stood in awe. Sicarius slowly zoned out staring at his master preparing to shoot, when Thijs glanced at Zoya. Sicarius, not noticing what happened, turned to the beautiful Palomino horse. "Do you mind getting her some water, Sicari?" Thijs asked, and Sicarius noticed his master, Thijs, motion towards the horse. "Aye, sir." Sicarius reluctantly moaned, who grew tired just standing in the aggressive sunlight. He quickly moved, not wanting to leave his master waiting. Before he knew it, he was standing in the tent. He grabbed his own waterskin and pushed the cloth doorway aside as he walked towards the master's horse, which he has had all his life. Sicarius opened the waterskin and slowly poured little bits of water onto the horse's snout, hoping it would just lick the water off. After about half of the waterskin, Sicarius stopped pouring, and the horse reluctantly stopped drinking the refreshing water, stolen from a tiny stream found barely outside the area where Endrykas now sat. At this point, Sicarius noticed himself start to slowly sweat. He was used to this, living in Endrykas with all the sunlight it got, and walked inside, grabbing his master's waterskin, and still holding his own. He walked outside and stood in his original spot. He opened his own waterskin, and started to slowly pour the beautiful water into his mouth, with it glimmering in the sunlight as it dripped into the gray fox Kelvic's mouth. When he was done drinking, barely taking any water from his waterskin, he quickly spouted, "Master, think fast!" and threw his master's waterskin ever so carefully. Attempting to make sure it wouldn't get damaged if it dropped, and also making sure the master wouldn't get hurt at all if it hit him, instead of him catching it.
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