31st of Spring, 514 AV
9th bell
It was a relatively normal Syliran day. The sun shone. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. The birds sang. People were going about that daily business, which consisted of stocking their marketplace stalls or just simply having a stroll, taking in the wonderful weather that normally came once every few days. Children ran about the place, chasing each other or running to and from different points that they had previously marked out.
Luther came sprinting out from a nearby alleyway, determined not to be late. His armor shone in the sun, making it reflect into many different directions, be it in people's eyes or simply onto the multiple walls that surrounded the marketplace. The chainmail that was below the armor rested upon Luther's skin, rubbing it as it bounced up and down from the knight running his heart out. He was headed towards the main gates of Syliras since he was scheduled to patrol outside for a good few bells.
The knight came to standstill as he reached the huge gates of Syliras. He surveyed them for a second before checking he had all his equipment with him, which consisted of his hands burrowing anywhere and everywhere all over his body in a search to make sure he had everything.
Sword, check. Shield, check. Helmet, on.
He smiled as the gates open before stepping out into the open world and surveying it for a moment, and then slowly moving on.
"Thoughts."
"My words."
"Your words."
"NPC's words."
9th bell
It was a relatively normal Syliran day. The sun shone. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. The birds sang. People were going about that daily business, which consisted of stocking their marketplace stalls or just simply having a stroll, taking in the wonderful weather that normally came once every few days. Children ran about the place, chasing each other or running to and from different points that they had previously marked out.
Luther came sprinting out from a nearby alleyway, determined not to be late. His armor shone in the sun, making it reflect into many different directions, be it in people's eyes or simply onto the multiple walls that surrounded the marketplace. The chainmail that was below the armor rested upon Luther's skin, rubbing it as it bounced up and down from the knight running his heart out. He was headed towards the main gates of Syliras since he was scheduled to patrol outside for a good few bells.
The knight came to standstill as he reached the huge gates of Syliras. He surveyed them for a second before checking he had all his equipment with him, which consisted of his hands burrowing anywhere and everywhere all over his body in a search to make sure he had everything.
Sword, check. Shield, check. Helmet, on.
He smiled as the gates open before stepping out into the open world and surveying it for a moment, and then slowly moving on.
"Thoughts."
"My words."
"Your words."
"NPC's words."