89th Day, Winter 510 AV
particularly fond of this time of day, because it meant his secretive
Mistress had begun watching her children at play. The simple idea that
Akajia had her powerful gaze upon his nightly actions gave Syndre a
sense of empowerment, as if he could be successful in any of his under
handed activities as long as she was observing. This ideal did not help
his already inflated arrogance.
was covered from head to toe in a white robe, flowing dramatically in with
the comfortable Winter breeze. The symbol of a black sun was carefully
sown into the religious garment and a decorative black rope hung loosely
around his waist. A spacious hood was thrown over his handsome visage,
concealing the details of his features except for the two thin braids that
snaked down to his chest. It was a tradition of his bandit family for the men
to grow the hair long during their youth, then cutting it short upon reaching
adulthood. Two locks of hair would remain in front of their ears, in which
their mother would entwine into braids. The disguise offered a feminine
appearance.
and every day, and the middle of Ravok swarmed with authorities. The 'borrowed'
religious disguise he wore at this very moment would attest to his mischievous
nature. His decision to come here would certainly put him in a precarious
situation if all went as planned, but it was necessary to achieve his goals.
The danger involved in his carefully thought out idea was slightly arousing, and
the emotional surge mixed nicely with the herbs he had smoked a hour before.
Confidence was such a wonderfully disturbing attribute.
created the outer edge of Ravok's center plaza. The main streets and canals
were always crowded with busy citizens, and those that didn't want to be seen
had to learn the back ways that were less traveled. Stepping into the darkness
the tall structures provided, Syndre removed the blue triangle from underneath
the ivory garment and placed a kiss upon his actual symbol of religion. The
delicate chain then slipped back underneath the folds of the robe and he made
his way to the end of the gap.
was like a soft glow in the darkness while waiting at the end of the alley.
Crystalline eyes of a keen blue observed the expansive plaza and the people
that traveled through it. Across from where he stood, was the great Vitrax.
He could see the imposing wall surrounding the Ebonstryfe fortress and the
forbidding gate that kept regular citizens off the premises. He had arrived
at his important destination and now patience would need to hold firm. There
was no guarantee his plan would come to fruitation, no assurances that a single
Ebonstryfe solider would come out of those menacing gates. That was indeed what
he was waiting in the shadows for, a lone member to leave the fortress.
The blazing sun's glory had faded significantly within the passing
hour and the steady transition to night was upon Ravok. Syndre wasparticularly fond of this time of day, because it meant his secretive
Mistress had begun watching her children at play. The simple idea that
Akajia had her powerful gaze upon his nightly actions gave Syndre a
sense of empowerment, as if he could be successful in any of his under
handed activities as long as she was observing. This ideal did not help
his already inflated arrogance.
The rogue was in disguise this early evening, slowly walking the inlaid
stone pathway that led him toward the center of the beautiful city. He was covered from head to toe in a white robe, flowing dramatically in with
the comfortable Winter breeze. The symbol of a black sun was carefully
sown into the religious garment and a decorative black rope hung loosely
around his waist. A spacious hood was thrown over his handsome visage,
concealing the details of his features except for the two thin braids that
snaked down to his chest. It was a tradition of his bandit family for the men
to grow the hair long during their youth, then cutting it short upon reaching
adulthood. Two locks of hair would remain in front of their ears, in which
their mother would entwine into braids. The disguise offered a feminine
appearance.
Syndre normally kept his distance from the city's center, for obvious
reasons. He broke the laws that were put in place to protect the citizens eachand every day, and the middle of Ravok swarmed with authorities. The 'borrowed'
religious disguise he wore at this very moment would attest to his mischievous
nature. His decision to come here would certainly put him in a precarious
situation if all went as planned, but it was necessary to achieve his goals.
The danger involved in his carefully thought out idea was slightly arousing, and
the emotional surge mixed nicely with the herbs he had smoked a hour before.
Confidence was such a wonderfully disturbing attribute.
Deliberate steps took the thief slowly down the secluded path, which
transformed into a lengthy alley. The path separated two large buildings that created the outer edge of Ravok's center plaza. The main streets and canals
were always crowded with busy citizens, and those that didn't want to be seen
had to learn the back ways that were less traveled. Stepping into the darkness
the tall structures provided, Syndre removed the blue triangle from underneath
the ivory garment and placed a kiss upon his actual symbol of religion. The
delicate chain then slipped back underneath the folds of the robe and he made
his way to the end of the gap.
The white fabric of the robe didn't do much to help him remain hidden, but the
affectionate shadows did what they could to keep him from being noticed. He was like a soft glow in the darkness while waiting at the end of the alley.
Crystalline eyes of a keen blue observed the expansive plaza and the people
that traveled through it. Across from where he stood, was the great Vitrax.
He could see the imposing wall surrounding the Ebonstryfe fortress and the
forbidding gate that kept regular citizens off the premises. He had arrived
at his important destination and now patience would need to hold firm. There
was no guarantee his plan would come to fruitation, no assurances that a single
Ebonstryfe solider would come out of those menacing gates. That was indeed what
he was waiting in the shadows for, a lone member to leave the fortress.
