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Timestamp 77th of Summer, 515AV
Kelwyn’s Knocker. Gybe stood before it early in the morning, long before others rose and started their day. This was the hour of the fisherman, but he wasn’t fishing. Long had he debated coming here, knocking upon this blasted thing. What could it hurt? It could kill you. It could also bless you greatly though. Gybe needed something. His plans had faltered over and over again for the last five years. No end was in sight and he longed to not only see the ocean, but if he died here, he would be before his family once more. His hesitation was based on his rage against the Nykans. He wanted his revenge, he craved it. Years and years of suppressed rage kept him from knocking this blasted thing, however now he stood before it. Like a woman in silks it tempted him. One little knock and whatever events he did could be blessed by the very luck of the Gods. That was something he needed, yet he knew chances were something bad or nothing would happen to him.
Still….it made him wonder. Every moment he stood there half shifted away from it, and then would shift back. Someone passed him on the street, another early riser, and they watched him. He wasn’t an appealing kind person in the mornings and didn’t exactly seem like he wanted to talk. The person shuffled past him and evidently read the ‘piss off’ look on his face. Taking in a deep breath he now felt like a wuss as the man kept looking back.
“Shyke…”, he said, not being one for peer pressure, especially when no-one was really around, but he knew mentally that there were young kids who fearlessly did this. Stupid Nykans and their lack of caring whether they lived or died. He hated them for that. “Nothing bad is going to happen. Not to me.” he said and kind of pumped himself up as he got ready. Looking left he could see the man diminished into the distance and to the right no-one was seen. Looking over his shoulder he could see that the sun had not risen yet but was very close. Now was the time. If ever there was a time to have conviction and determination in what he believed, this was it. He did not have the ability to do what he wanted of his own power. With trust and caution, he approached the knocker. It wasn’t all so bad, it did make a loud noise and he shuddered at it and cringed up his shoulders. Quickly he walked away toward the docks to begin work as if nothing happened, but one thing he did differently, was to light up a cigarette from a low hanging lamp and smoke it on the way down to the docks. If he was going to go, it was like this and was going to be at sea.
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Timestamp 77th of Summer, 515AV
Kelwyn’s Knocker. Gybe stood before it early in the morning, long before others rose and started their day. This was the hour of the fisherman, but he wasn’t fishing. Long had he debated coming here, knocking upon this blasted thing. What could it hurt? It could kill you. It could also bless you greatly though. Gybe needed something. His plans had faltered over and over again for the last five years. No end was in sight and he longed to not only see the ocean, but if he died here, he would be before his family once more. His hesitation was based on his rage against the Nykans. He wanted his revenge, he craved it. Years and years of suppressed rage kept him from knocking this blasted thing, however now he stood before it. Like a woman in silks it tempted him. One little knock and whatever events he did could be blessed by the very luck of the Gods. That was something he needed, yet he knew chances were something bad or nothing would happen to him.
Still….it made him wonder. Every moment he stood there half shifted away from it, and then would shift back. Someone passed him on the street, another early riser, and they watched him. He wasn’t an appealing kind person in the mornings and didn’t exactly seem like he wanted to talk. The person shuffled past him and evidently read the ‘piss off’ look on his face. Taking in a deep breath he now felt like a wuss as the man kept looking back.
“Shyke…”, he said, not being one for peer pressure, especially when no-one was really around, but he knew mentally that there were young kids who fearlessly did this. Stupid Nykans and their lack of caring whether they lived or died. He hated them for that. “Nothing bad is going to happen. Not to me.” he said and kind of pumped himself up as he got ready. Looking left he could see the man diminished into the distance and to the right no-one was seen. Looking over his shoulder he could see that the sun had not risen yet but was very close. Now was the time. If ever there was a time to have conviction and determination in what he believed, this was it. He did not have the ability to do what he wanted of his own power. With trust and caution, he approached the knocker. It wasn’t all so bad, it did make a loud noise and he shuddered at it and cringed up his shoulders. Quickly he walked away toward the docks to begin work as if nothing happened, but one thing he did differently, was to light up a cigarette from a low hanging lamp and smoke it on the way down to the docks. If he was going to go, it was like this and was going to be at sea.
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