80th of Summer, 515AV Early Morning, Syliras Main Gates Syliras. A bustling city where one could easily be trampled by crowds, or go death from the constant chatter. It was a stronghold that kept many safe, one that symbolized peace and prosperity. The Knighthood of Syliras made sure the peace was kept, not discriminating in their jobs. A person could get used to it. At least, that's what the ebony thought. From her view it was a nice place if you could get past the little things like crowds and noise. Most of time she could just lie in bed, doing nothing but recalling the events from the day before. Rarely had she though, because she was always hunting. Ah, hunting. Her eyes snapped Oppenheimer at the thought. She was currently in her home, sleeping off the previous days fatigue. She dragged herself from the comfort of her bed, and went to the surest neatly placed at the end of her bed. Quickly opening it she pulled leather armor and a nice set of black pants from the chest. She quickly washed afterwards, drying off and putting on her clothes before pulling back her hair into a tight ponytail. Not one to disappoint, she shoved on her boots, strapped her dagger at her side, and picked up her bow, quiver, and arrows. Next she packed her back pack with toiletries, flint and steel, one eating knife, a Bedroll, a tent, her preservation kit, and some insect repellent. Now she was ready to go. She headed out the door where the bustling crowds were waiting. She immediately followed the crowd of bodies, marveling at the amount of people who were awake at this bell. She followed the crowd until she saw that the gate was approaching, in which point she broke off and stepped up to the gate. She took a deep breath before stepping out, and exhaled when she was on the other side. She would trek deeper in, camp the night, hopefully catch a few things before returning the next morning. After a few chimes she eventually stopped walking and removed her book bag. She took out her tent, content with just a simple one person. She looked around for a flat surface are before setting the ten there. She slid the tent up putting it into the ground before going inside. There she laid out a bedroll, and sprayed herself with insect repellent. Leaving the backpack there, she exited the tent. Now she was prepared for the hunt. That she left the tent and headed east. If she got lost, it would be a problem, but she could easily find her way back if she stayed in one general direction. Before that though she drew an arrow from her quiver and placed it gently against the string of her Shortbow. Keeping it aimed at the ground, she explored the woods quietly. Most would wonder why she didn't use traps. The simple answer was she had tried in the past, but it didn't go so well. She could never set the up the correct way, as such most of the game got away. She huffed an agitated sigh at the reminder. Trapping with her father never went well, the man had always said it was her weak point. She could skin, she could kill, but she couldn't trap. I never tried again afterwards, She eventually entered a more sheltered area of the forest, so her concentration needed to be on the hunt. |