Completed Arkale, The Syliran Knight

[Arkale]

14th Winter 512 AV 7th Bell, 25 Chimes The morning sun cascaded from the heavens and filtered down through all the eastward windows of the sprawling city. Shafts of gold light fell upon floors, tables, empty beds, stone basins, and in the case of Ser Arkale, his shining armor and single sword pin. It had already been a few seasons, and the fact he was now a Sylrian Knight still was not any easier for him to believe. It seemed like yesterday he had left behind his family in Zeltiva, and now he was one of the honor bound Knights he had spent his childhood studying. With a boyish grin, he quickly donned his armor and made his way down and out of the barracks. After all, Knights don't get paid to gawk at their armor. Walking with a purpose, and with his chin in the air, Arkale finally felt...accomplished. Something he had never once felt back in Zeltiva. The life of a University scholar was nowhere near this exciting, or rewarding for that matter. He halted midstep. What was he really here for? The Reward? Sure a good wage, not to mention what ever items of value were confiscated from the vicious enemies he was promised to fight, was appealing, but was really the only reason he signed up? He liked to think not, after all, a Knight does not partake from the well of avarice. Gold Rimmed Mizas simply cloud a Knight's judgement and dilute the honor the hold in such regard. A burst of laughing and squealing broke his train of thought, and seconds later, a gaggle of children came rushing through, playing with wooden swords and wooden shields, pretending to be Knights off on some grand adventure. One of the boys Arkale knew, he was a short, sandy blonde haired lad that Arkale had seen several times sneak in and watch as the Knights sparred of did riding drills. He ever swore he saw the boy try and join as a squire, but of course he was turned away due to his young age. His spirit was admirable though, and it gave Arkale hope. "Hail! Marius! C'mere a chime!" Arkale shouted over to the boy. The Knight chuckled, for the boy dropped his head to his shoulders as though his mother had caught him stealing sweets from her pantry. "Yes, Ser?" The would-be squire quipped as he jogged over. "We wasn't anything doin, honest!" Guilt in his voice marked him a liar, but Arkale just ignored it. Boys will be boys and what not. "Be careful with those swords there, I know they are wood, but even wood can break bones, trust me, I know." Arkale dropped down to a knee so he was level with the lad. Stealthily, the Knight reached a hand into his gem-purse and pulled out a pair of Gold-rimmed Mizas and pressed them into the boy's palm. "Why don't you and your friends head over to the Bazaar and buy a few sweets. But in the name of the Windoak, do not-listen to me Marius- do not, tell your mother." Arkale had seen the woman on one occasion, when Marius had been escorted home after sneaking into the Knights quarters. She marched right up to the escort, of which Arkale was one, and thanked them for saving and protecting her son; however, as she walked away, Marius' ear caught between her forefinger and thumb, Arkale shuddered. This woman was so imposing he would wager that she could make the worst possible nightmares that crawled forth from the void feel ashamed of the wrong doings they have committed and promptly sit in the corner to think about their misdeeds. As the money changed hands, Arakle saw a spark alight in Marius' eyes. The boy thanked him and ran off with his friends, showing them the money he just received from the Ser Knight. A smile crossed the young Knight's face as he raised back to his feet and started off towards the stables. Flynton was easy to spot, well, Arkale thought so anyway. Most Knights claimed that all Sungolds look alike, but that was because they were used to their breed of horse, just as Arkale was used to Sungolds. Ever since he joined the Knights and chose a Sungold as his companion, he had developed a rather large attachment to his horse, as well as a love for the breed. Paladin trotted around the ring shaped enclosure, along with a few other horses. Arkale assumed it was something of a daily routine. As he approached the enclosure, he gave a sharp whistle, and Flynton instantly broke away from the rest of the horses and trotted over to the fence, where Arkale was waiting with an apple. "Sorry I can't take you out today, Ser. Simple city patrol doesn't require a mount. Don't you worry though, I'll take you riding before you know it." He did this every day, came to visit his horse. Though a few of the other Knights have taken to teasing him about it, especially calling his horse "Ser." The horse isn't a Knight, Arkale! You don't have to call him Ser! Mages...I don't think I will ever understand them. And other such things were said, but Arkale took it in stride. If nothing else, Arkale learned at a young age to be kind and caring to animals. They share this world with us, and to treat them anything less than equals is ignorant. Echoed the voice of his late Grandfather in his head. "Right then. I have a patrol to get to. I will see you this eve, Ser." Arkale gave the Sungold a pat on his side before turning to head towards the Bazaar. [Transaction: -2 GM (charity)]

[Arkale]

14th Winter 512 AV 9th Bell, 4 Chimes Arkale had never been overly fond of the Bazaar. It was much too crowded and busy, and he disliked being around so many people. With a deep breath, he steeled his resolve and puffed out his chest so that his single sword pin was clerarly visible. Resting a hand on his longsword's hilt, he began his task of patrolling the Bazaar. Normally, he would have preferred to patrol the third tier. It was usually the quieter that the fourth, simply because the fourth tier had the Great Bazaar. There was not anything that could be done about it though, so Arkale simply decided to do the best job he could, and make the most of a less than ideal situation. The patrol went typical for several Bells, not a single cry for help, nor a commotion that needed to be dissolved. The Bazaar was nothing but people buying, selling, and trading, and while it was prime hunting grounds for theives and the like, the occurance of an out-right theft was rare at best. "Stop! Rogue! Theif! Cutpurse! Ass!" A voice cried out through the crowd. So maybe theft was not that rare. Arkale hurried over to where he heard the voice, and saw a woman standing before a stall laden with bread and other baked goods. She looked quiet furious, and when she saw Arkale, she simply point off in a direct. The young Knight assumed it was the direction in which the thief fled, and without a word, Arkale hurried off in said direction. He tighted his grip on his blade, but he dared not draw it in such an enviorment. With so many people around, he couldn't trust him self to run with an exposed blade. So, he did what any other Knight would do, he continued to run. People moved out of his way with ease, and with any luck, the did the opposite to the theif. After a few chimes worth of leg work, Arkale found himself lost in a sea of people, none of which wearing a sign that designated them a thief. The Knight took a breath, and began to focus. He muttered under his breath and placed three fingers on each temple. The feeling of Djed being redirected in your body was a feeling the Mage Knight would never get used to, but it was necessary. He manuved the strange force into his eyes and brain and focused on the crowd. He was overwhelmed with an explosion of color, shapes, scents, and feelings. Fighting through the sensations, he scanned the crowd, quickly letting go of auras that obviously had nothing to do with the crime. In a matter of moments he had narrowed it down to a simple handful of Auras, but his stamina was fading. Determined to stay in focus, the Mage Knight bit down on his tongue, the pain allowing him to stay focused the task at hand and not how tired he was quickly becoming. A few more auras faded away and he was left with a single aura, its color was sickly green, the color of guilt and self disgust. Arkale decided this was his theif, and let the Aura fade from sight. He dropped his hands to his sides and released his grip on his tongue, which granted him the taste of blood. Breathing was labored, as though he just ran one of the training gaunlets the Knights. Taking another deep breath, the Knight trudged off through the crowd. Once he had the general direction of the rogue, it was easy to determine where he was going. The scum was trying to make his way to the third tier, but was making slow progress because of the busy Bazaar. Things were looking up for the Mage Knight. Keeping a keen eye, Arkale moved through the crowd, but he was not sure what the theif actually looked like, and the end of the Bazaar and stair ways to the third tier was drawing closer. That was when the Knight got an idea. "Halt, Theif!" He shouted, to know one in particular. He thought he had just made a fool of himself, until one man began to run for it. Arkale grinned and ordered the throng to one side. Not wanting to be in the way of Knight on busniess, the people complied, and Arkale was able to catch the theif by the collar of his shirt. A loaf of bread fell to the floor, supplying evidence this man was indeed the culprit. "P-p-please Ser Knight, mercy. For the God's Love, mercy." "Silence." A harsh edge found its way into the Knights voice. "I don't need to hear it." "Please, Ser, my family, we are hungry, and I just couldn't take it anymore." "That does not give you any right to take what is not yours." Arkale's voice was filled with venom. Defeated, the man dropped his head in his hands and began to sob silently. Tightening his grip on his collar, Arkale lead the man away. The criminal would go to the Tank, where such filth was thrown to await judgement.

End

[Accolade]

Arkale

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Running	+ 2 XP
Observation	+ 2 XP
Intimidation	+ 1 XP
Auristics	+ 1 XP
Horsemanship	+ 1 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Syliras - The Great Bazaar (basic)
•	Criminal Behavior (intro)
•	Marius - young squire to-be
•	Catching a thief in the Great Bazaar

Notes :

Good thread and here is your reward! Also be sure to deduct two gold mizas from your ledger for what he gave the boy.

The Sylir has spoken

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