26th Fall 522 AV - The Syka Commons
“Nymkarta”
Alric just groaned each time he awoke now, what had been a curious phenomenon that was something to try to figure out now a form of torture, fated to repeat the same day over and over again. Fishing…for eternity. Mathias was usually good company but Alric was growing tired with the never-ending quest to try to help him with his problems, I was a nice feeling the first few time, deep and meaningful conversation for a few more times after that, with varied answers based upon what he decided to say differently. After that though, it became more annoying and he was starting to wonder what this was supposed to be teaching him – he didn’t doubt there was a purpose to it. Most things that happened to him these days had a reason to them it seemed.
“Come, Mathias wants to see you, lost little beach thing” Jade stated and, for the first time since the day had begun repeating, he felt a flash of anger and pushed himself up to his feet to jab a finger at the Gasvik.
“You know what…no. I am not doing this damned thing again. I’ve fished with the man twenty-something times now and it still doesn’t solve anything. I just wake up, here, with a headache that I didn’t deserve after the first time, and you get to go have fun with Lys whilst I fail at fishing” he finished, breathing hard and his flash of anger spent, ending it with a sharp sigh and a raking back of his hair.
There was a long silence and Alric felt sure, as Jade loomed up and came closer to him, that the Gasvik had finally had enough of him and was about to smack him into…well hopefully tomorrow, or at least a different tomorrow. Instead, after a while, one of Jade’s claws tapped at his forehead and he made a noise, as if thinking perhaps. Then the moment passed and the Gasvik retreated slightly.
“You have not injured your head, so I do not see why you would claim such things. Is this an attempt at humour? If so, it was emotional, but not very funny. Come, Mathias awaits” and with that Jade turned and set off as if expecting Alric to follow, though he was damned if he was going to do so for a thirtieth time. Something wasn’t just fishy, it was bloody well molluscoid.
He waited for Jade to get a little distance and then with a wriggle of his fingers, tapping into Ionu’s gift, he created a false image of himself, not moving but wishing he could endow it with enough semblance of a funny walk that it amused him. Still it would buy some time by its very existence. Another wriggle the real him vanished, or at least as far as that was possible, changing his hair colour and length, the colours of his clothing switching around and his weaponry vanishing. For a moment or two he watched, snorting to himself at the lengths he was going, not to mention the reason why, before high tailing it in the other direction, eventually letting the illusion vanish so that anyone awake at this early hour would see the real him – fleeing most spectacularly. As it turned out he met that someone coming the other way up the path that he had been told led towards the sawmill, amongst other places.
“Alric! Out for a morning run are we? I thought Mathias wanted to have a chat with you this morning?” the question was gentle but the eyes were pointed as they gazed out from Randal’s face, another of the three Founders of Syka. If he took the time to reflect he might have wondered why a second Founder was covering an exit – a coincidence perhaps.
“Oh…well you know…I’ve never really been one for fishing. Can’t seem to get the knack for it” he offered up lamely, caught by surprise.
“Neither for the Rangers, eh? Strong Sunberthian like yourself…should be an easy choice for you. The Maw is much like your city you know”
“Oh?” his eyes darted for somewhere to escape to, but the big man was already upon him, slapping an arm around Alric’s shoulders and deftly capturing him.
“Definitely. Deadly…probably more deadly than your city. Challenging too. And you need your wits about you. Surprised you haven’t signed up, at least to learn and grow”
“Wilderness survival…oh I wouldn’t know where to begin”
“Good! Because I do. Follow me Alric!” Randal said, the words a statement that brooked no refusal as he walked him back down to path towards the Commons, to what purpose Alric had no idea.
Words - 750
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“Nymkarta”
Alric just groaned each time he awoke now, what had been a curious phenomenon that was something to try to figure out now a form of torture, fated to repeat the same day over and over again. Fishing…for eternity. Mathias was usually good company but Alric was growing tired with the never-ending quest to try to help him with his problems, I was a nice feeling the first few time, deep and meaningful conversation for a few more times after that, with varied answers based upon what he decided to say differently. After that though, it became more annoying and he was starting to wonder what this was supposed to be teaching him – he didn’t doubt there was a purpose to it. Most things that happened to him these days had a reason to them it seemed.
“Come, Mathias wants to see you, lost little beach thing” Jade stated and, for the first time since the day had begun repeating, he felt a flash of anger and pushed himself up to his feet to jab a finger at the Gasvik.
“You know what…no. I am not doing this damned thing again. I’ve fished with the man twenty-something times now and it still doesn’t solve anything. I just wake up, here, with a headache that I didn’t deserve after the first time, and you get to go have fun with Lys whilst I fail at fishing” he finished, breathing hard and his flash of anger spent, ending it with a sharp sigh and a raking back of his hair.
There was a long silence and Alric felt sure, as Jade loomed up and came closer to him, that the Gasvik had finally had enough of him and was about to smack him into…well hopefully tomorrow, or at least a different tomorrow. Instead, after a while, one of Jade’s claws tapped at his forehead and he made a noise, as if thinking perhaps. Then the moment passed and the Gasvik retreated slightly.
“You have not injured your head, so I do not see why you would claim such things. Is this an attempt at humour? If so, it was emotional, but not very funny. Come, Mathias awaits” and with that Jade turned and set off as if expecting Alric to follow, though he was damned if he was going to do so for a thirtieth time. Something wasn’t just fishy, it was bloody well molluscoid.
He waited for Jade to get a little distance and then with a wriggle of his fingers, tapping into Ionu’s gift, he created a false image of himself, not moving but wishing he could endow it with enough semblance of a funny walk that it amused him. Still it would buy some time by its very existence. Another wriggle the real him vanished, or at least as far as that was possible, changing his hair colour and length, the colours of his clothing switching around and his weaponry vanishing. For a moment or two he watched, snorting to himself at the lengths he was going, not to mention the reason why, before high tailing it in the other direction, eventually letting the illusion vanish so that anyone awake at this early hour would see the real him – fleeing most spectacularly. As it turned out he met that someone coming the other way up the path that he had been told led towards the sawmill, amongst other places.
“Alric! Out for a morning run are we? I thought Mathias wanted to have a chat with you this morning?” the question was gentle but the eyes were pointed as they gazed out from Randal’s face, another of the three Founders of Syka. If he took the time to reflect he might have wondered why a second Founder was covering an exit – a coincidence perhaps.
“Oh…well you know…I’ve never really been one for fishing. Can’t seem to get the knack for it” he offered up lamely, caught by surprise.
“Neither for the Rangers, eh? Strong Sunberthian like yourself…should be an easy choice for you. The Maw is much like your city you know”
“Oh?” his eyes darted for somewhere to escape to, but the big man was already upon him, slapping an arm around Alric’s shoulders and deftly capturing him.
“Definitely. Deadly…probably more deadly than your city. Challenging too. And you need your wits about you. Surprised you haven’t signed up, at least to learn and grow”
“Wilderness survival…oh I wouldn’t know where to begin”
“Good! Because I do. Follow me Alric!” Randal said, the words a statement that brooked no refusal as he walked him back down to path towards the Commons, to what purpose Alric had no idea.
Words - 750
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