Open How To Party Like A Nykan

[Savio]

5th of Fall, 513AV - 10th Bell

The sky above Nyka was a solemn grey but the poor weather did nothing to dampen the lively buzz of the city below. All around Nyka, preparations and celebrations ensued. There was laughing, and music and dancing in a wild swirl of bright colored clothes. The scent of delectable foods seasoned the air from the many food stalls manned by monks of Skerr.

There were colored ribbons handing above the narrow cobblestone streets that were filled to the brim with Nykans. On occasion there were a few brawls. But hey, what was a Nykan celebration without a set of bloodied knuckles and a bruise or two?

Savio kept to the roof tops of the Southern Quarter and away from the crowds below. There was a smile on his face as he watched the lively people have a good time, such extravagant festivities never happened back home in Syliras. Most would say that was because they were more civil and cultured, but Savio had come to realize that they were just painfully boring. A season in Nyka had changed him quite a bit. A shadow loomed over him and he looked up to see his friend Žarko, the monk of Skerr standing behind him. Savio grinned as he stood up and attempted to greet the man with a handshake but Žarko slapped his hand away and pulled him into a hug instead.

“It is not necessary to stand on such formalities, my friend! Today is a great day for all of Nyka!” The monk exclaimed as he released Savio from his bear like hug. He was grinning from ear to ear, the pride for his city was radiating off of him like light from the sun.

“What are we celebrating?” Savio asked as he turned to look back out over the city.

“A swarm of little monsters invaded Nyka because of a Summoning portal and made the city go dark. Many lives were lost and there was a great deal of damage to the city.” The monk replied.

Savio’s head whipped back to look at Žarko, a questioning expression on his face. “When did that happen?”

Žarko closed his eyes and thought back. “It was near the middle of the spring season, I cannot be too sure of the day though.” Savio nodded as he returned his attention to the city below. The monk snorted before speaking again. “Well? Why do you hide up here and not celebrate with us?”

Savio gave Žarko a smirk and pointed down below where a small riot was starting to form thanks to a group of drunken brawlers. “That’s why.”

The monk groaned and cursed under his breath as he made his way down from the roof to go help break up the riot alongside others of his order. Savio chuckled and kept away from the aim of projectiles. Those Nykans sure know how to celebrate the rebuilding of their city by destroying it all over again.

[Einarr]

Einarr found him self swept up in the days festivity's. He ended up washing his cloak for most of the day to bring out its full crimson color, all the while his mind wondering what was going to happen tonight. Still new to the city he had hardly been able to find a soul willing to speak with him at great lengths of time and he could only guess that this sort of event was the norm. After the fog came to eclipse the sun and his cloak was dried he made off into the deeper parts of the city soaking in all the sights, his eyes where saucers as musicians played and people danced, drank, and ate. In the short time he had been in the city this was one of the grandest things he had ever seen before. Einarr made his way to the closest stall and dropped a coin down and grabbed a kebab of assorted meats and sunk his teeth into it, letting out a small grunt of pleasure as he savored the flavor. In the distance he heard some shouts and cheers but he hardly took notice as he finished his snack and bought another one tearing into it as soon as he took hold of it. That's when he knew some thing was happening, or more sensed what just reached him. He turned around and saw men fighting in the streets and a youth coming towards him, perhaps hoping to have an easy fight. Einarr could feel the hair standing on the back of his neck, his breath becoming shallow and a snarl escape from his mouth. The young man let off a sloppy right hook which Einarr stepped forward letting it connect to his shoulder. Wincing slightly Einarrs right arm shot out in a jab hitting the man right between the eyes, and immediately following it up with a hook from his left into the jaw of his attacker. The man fell to the floor as his head spun and his vision started to darken, hardly aware of Einarrs foot speeding towards his face, and connecting with his skull. Einarr took a deep breath and looked up to see another man running towards him. "Perhaps a friend of.." He thought to him self only to be grabbed from behind and have his arms held behind him. Einarr thrashed around as the man held him, and his friend came towards him giving Einarr a punch to his gut knocking the wind out of him. The Nykan sent punch after punch into Einarrs body. With very little else to do he pulled his head forward then whipped it backwards head butting the man behind him. EInarr could feel the wet sound of the mans nose being crushed by his skull, he then raised up his foot and slammed it on the Nykans foot, causing him to let go of Einarr at last. Taking his momentary advantage he swings wildly with his open hand and connects with the Nykan who was giving him a beating, leaving a trail of sliced flesh in its wake. As the man screams Einarr takes off towards the people standing watch and looks for any place to catch his breath.

[Savio]

Savio couldn’t believe what he was witnessing below. He had never been the one to enjoy violence, and his fighting skills had only been learned for the sake of self-defense and to learn. What he saw below was terrible, and the monks were doing the best they could to contain the drunken revelry. That was when Savio’s eyes narrowed in on a young man below who was desperately outnumbered but still held his own long enough to escape.

Intrigued, Savio followed the young man from above. He had no interest in jumping into the fray unless he absolutely needed to but he didn’t want the guy to get killed after showing such potential. Savio wasn’t sure if he knew that he was being followed but as soon as they were free from the bulk of the riot, Savio called down to him.

“Hey, it’s safer up here!” If he looked up, Savio would point him to a pile of crates for him to use to climb up onto the roof.

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[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren slowly approached the area, she was mounted atop Garel as she approached the festivities. She wasn't sure what to expect from it honestly. She knew how the people had acted during a normal day. But at a celebration? Some of the people seemed berserk. She came here not on her own choosing per say though. Zarko had wanted her to join the city in its festivities. Calling her an honorary Nykan.

However, she was having trouble trying to find the monk of Skerr. He always seemed to find her, but when it came to her finding him, the chance was almost non-existent. She did hear a familiar voice call out from above. Her eyes darted upward as she saw the monk of Skerr...standing right beside Savio.

Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the man. He was the reason her ankle was broken. The monk must've invited him him as well in hopes of making them amend their ties. She wasn't quite sure if she was ready for that...or if she really wanted to.

Then she was knocked off her strider. Garel's eyes widen as he reared back, trying to find his fallen comrade. But she was brought into the crowd as she screamed for help.

[Savio]

Once he was sure the boy was safe, Savio heard a loud scream pierce the noise of the small riot. His head jerked up and looked back at the massive crowd to see a very familiar horse. Savio’s grey eyes widened in horror before he took off running once more, leaping from one roof to the next until he had once again reached the riot. He desperately scanned the crowd for any sign of his fellow student.

Near the center, he caught a glimpse of something that looked very close to the Drykas girl. Savio took a deep breath before he leapt from the roof and into the churning sea of Nykan bodies. He landed square on another person to cushion his fall. All around him was pure chaos; bodies pressed against him and shoved him. One man even managed to grab him by his tunic and Savio had to punch the petcher in the face several times before the man let go.

Savio made his way through the riot, shoving violent people out of his way and getting punched and kicked a few times in the process; until he reached the place where he had saw Sayren. He called out her name and looked around until he felt something brush his boot. On the ground, curled in a small ball was a badly beaten Sayren.

Savio cursed and draped his body over her’s so that she did not sustain anymore injury. He pressed his mouth to her ear and spoke, “Shhh, it’s me, Savio. I’m going to get you out of here, don’t worry.” His words were meant to reassure the girl but he wasn’t too sure of how he was going to get them both out. He grunted and hissed in pain each time a book kicked his side or a fist came down on his back. He eventually pulled Sayren up and fought their way out of the crowd and hauled her up until she was safely on a roof top, away from the violence.

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[Sekai]

This was a very, very, VERY, perching stupid of an idea..., Sekai thought to herself, as she slipped through the crowd, giving a wide earth to anyone wielding a bottle of alcohol. Which made up a large number of the crow, unfortunately. Squirming around everyone, as that was the only way to move around easily, without shoving so unfortunate person under the trampling feet of the mob.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she spun around. Seeing a group of brightly colored people facing her, she took a step back. In her few days within Nyka, even she could feel the indifference and at time hostility, from the native residents. They really don't like foreigners, huh?, she thought with slight annoyance tinged with those mental words. However, when she took several steps backwards, the group seemed to take the same amount of steps forward, and then plus another step or two. Worried now, Sekai turned on her heels, and ran in the opposite direction.

Stopping only after she was at a wall of some building that she probably hasn't explored yet, she was forcefully spun around. It seems this group of Nykans were dead set on hunting her. The Nykan in front of her, was a built up man, more then half a foot taller than her. "Foreigners like you don't belong here.", he growled. His face was close enough that Sekai could actually smell the alcohol off his breath. Yuck. Her hand slowly started reaching for her back, where her scythe was located, two other Nykans grabbed her arms, and held her in place. Eyes wide open in panic, she could only watch, as the first Nykan drew back his fist, and threw it straight at her stomach. Bent forward, gasping in pain, she might've actually hurled, if she had ate anything within the hour. Legs not supporting her weight anymore, she hanged by her arms now, as she saw that the man was drawing back his arm once again.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Petch! Her foot hurt bad. From all the people trampling over her and kicking. She tried her best to curl up so not to take any space. She could hear Garel rearing back, bucking and trampling over others in his search for her. But it was to no avail, the crowd was just too massive. Too violent, even for her prideful stallion. She felt like she would die on these streets.

Then she saw Savio, diving into the crowd and covering himself around her. Trying his best to calm her by telling her soothing words. Telling her over and over that he was going to get the both of them out of there. She wasn't sure how, but she knew he was going to try his best, even though she still disliked him currently.

Somehow, some way, the man finally was able to trudge them out of the crowd. She could still feel the stinging bruises as he plopped her atop a roof. Away from the violence. Her eyes scanned around for signs of Garel. He wasn't hard to spot. The stallion couldn't be subtle even if he tried. His pride just made him too noticeable. He was headbutting some people while bucking some others.

Her eyes were still latched onto her strider as she spoke, her speech trembling along with the rest of her body, "Thank you...S-Savio..."

Her eyes narrowed as she noticed that the strider had trudged through the crowd, not towards them, but in an alleyway nearby, the stallion was nearing a small woman that was being ganged up on by multiple Nykans, she must've been new to the town, not because Sayren didn't recognize her, but because of how forceful they were being to the woman.

Sayren forced herself up on her walking stick, "C'mon Savi, that girl needs help too, and I don't think she has her own Savio to help her out."

As she neared the edge of the roof, one of the Nykans reached up to her, trying to pull her off, but she swung her stick to his skull before kicking him with her good foot, cursing in pavi as she whistled out to the stallion. Garel's perked up immediately as he charged through the crowd once more until he was right below Sayren. As Sayren lowered herself atop him, the stallion headbutted another "friendly" Nykan. She wasn't sure if Savio was following behind her, but she was going to help that girl. Even though her body felt badly beaten.

The stallion trudged forward as she swung her walking stick from one side to another. Till they finally approached the hulking man that was throwing punches at the poor girl. Sayren's eyes as well as Garel's narrowed at the man. It didn't take long for Garel to rear back then send his skull bashing into the man's. Dropping him to the ground before giving him a well placed hoof on his back. Then a loud whinny into his ear.

It was then that Sayren offered her hand to the girl, "Come! Quickly! We don't have much time!"

[Sekai]

Being given straight punches directly into the stomach is one of the worst things to happen so far to Sekai. Well, the most worst physical event that happened. However, the punches seemed to have stopped. Looking up, she noticed the woman who had saved her, riding on a horse. And here I thought a knight in armor was a child's story. Then again, she has no armor, and no sword., Sekai thought to herself. The woman on the horse held out her hand, and told her to get on quickly. It seems that the two Nykans that were holding her arms were still in shock at having their companion defeated by a horse. Using that chance, Sekai managed to slip out of their grasp. Taking off her scythe, she turned around, knocking a Nykian on the side of his head. It is rather easy to swing wildly and hit something. However, the woman who saved her did say time was of essence, so Sekai ran over, and took the woman's hand, and got on the horse. Still carrying the scythe on one hand, she held the waist of the woman tightly with the other.

[Savio]

When Sayren stood up to return to the chaos that was the riot, Savio protested loudly. He tried to grab for her arm to stop her but she already dropped down onto the horse and fought her way through the crowd once more. The acrobat sighed and did the same, pushing people away who attempted to unseat Sayren. Savio got a few hard punches as a reward for his efforts.

They finally broke free from the bulk of the riot to enter an alley. At the dead end, Savio could see a small group of men surrounding something. Savio frowned and tried to see past the larger man’s girth but to no avail until Garel knocked the man out with a swift head butt. Then with the finesse close to a Syliran Knight, Sayren pulled the girl onto the horse and rode off. Leaving Savio behind with the unconscious man’s companions.

Once the women left, they seemed to break free of their daze and glare at Savio as though he was the cause of all of their problems. Savio couldn’t help but give a long suffering groan before slipping into a fighting stance. The men moved closer to him, but right when they got to a decent distance, Savio rushed them. He grabbed a hold of the first man and flung him into the other, before vaulting off to clamber up the side of the nearest wall and get safely onto the rooftop. He wasn’t a fool to take on two larger men at once.

Savio ran long the roofs until he caught up with Sayren and her new companion. By Tavasi, today was going to be painfully long.

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[Sayren WindDancer]

Garel had reared back from the alley. Leaving Savio behind with the other two men. Sayren didn't want to leave him, she thought Garel had done so intentionally. To her efforts, she was right. Cause as the stallion shifted through the rioting crowd, he had glanced back at her with reassuring eyes. Pretty much telling her that Savio will be fine and that Garel was doing his best to get the girls out of there, and away from there. Then the stallion even glanced up at the rooftops where they saw Savio keeping up up there.

By the seven, at least he was alright. She owed him. Alot now. Guess she better at least try to make amends with him on her side too now. The man barely said a word to her since their last encounter in the Summer. As they neared the last bits of the crowd, Zarko was waving Sayren down, "Drykas! Come here! Behind me and the others!" He and some other monks were holding a line, and barely keeping it.

"Zarko! This riot is getting out of hand!" Sayren shouted out to the monk as Garel trotted her and the girl behind the monk line.

Zarko chuckled, "Please...these louts can't even fight like Nykans. Where's the punch at you petchers!?" HE added with a shout towards the crowd. This only made the crowd go more into a frenzy as they broke through the Monks line in the street.

The other monks shouted in anger at Zarko, "Thanks Novice! Now they ARE out of control!"

Sayren cried out to Savio, "Savi! We have to help the monks! Or the whole city will be in flames!" She glances back at the girl behind her, "You can either join us or leave now. I won't condemn you if you run though."

Zarko was still chuckling as he was being trampled on, "Join us! I'll reward you with drink later on if you help us hold this line!!!"