Post by Nikolai von Drachenheim on Oct 4, 2014 17:15:28 GMT -5
Day 1, 04:00
Lights and streets flashed by. Towers of concrete, office buildings and skyscrapers. While Nikolai in many ways shared the typical mindset of a mage, skeptical to modern inventions and culture, there was one crucial exception: when it came to the motorcycle that he rode. Perhaps it was nothing more than the need to feel the wind in his face, in an age where warriors no longer rode into battle on horseback, or merely a personal quirk. The fact that Nikolai's servant happened to be of the Rider class had not passed his mind unnoticed. Similar minds were drawn to each other, after all.
This late at night, the streets were almost empty, something that was awfully convenient. Only a few would voluntarily brave the night, so picking out the competition would be significantly easier. And of course, it was important to get the lay of the land. That was the kind of knowledge which could save your life.
Nikolai slowed down and observed the street. Office buildings to the left and right, its windows dark, empty. Of course. It was far too late for people to work at this hour.
"Every time I see a road like this, I feel sorely tempted to just race on at full speed, regulations be damned"
There was a sly grin on Nikolai's face, if just for a moment.
"Then, I remember that such a thing would be unseemly, and that there are other things ahead. Rider, those buildings provide perfect vantage points for anyone with the intention to scout. It would be easy to see anything unusual. Such as myself, for example."
Of course, the position was not lost on Nikolai. Rider would not be seen until he materialized, and any onlooker would see only Nikolai. Of course, the terrain favored Nikolai and Renaud, a wide road with practically no traffic and plenty of space to maneuver. All good conditions for the Rider class. Tonight's expedition was as much reconnaissance as it was provocation.
Lights and streets flashed by. Towers of concrete, office buildings and skyscrapers. While Nikolai in many ways shared the typical mindset of a mage, skeptical to modern inventions and culture, there was one crucial exception: when it came to the motorcycle that he rode. Perhaps it was nothing more than the need to feel the wind in his face, in an age where warriors no longer rode into battle on horseback, or merely a personal quirk. The fact that Nikolai's servant happened to be of the Rider class had not passed his mind unnoticed. Similar minds were drawn to each other, after all.
This late at night, the streets were almost empty, something that was awfully convenient. Only a few would voluntarily brave the night, so picking out the competition would be significantly easier. And of course, it was important to get the lay of the land. That was the kind of knowledge which could save your life.
Nikolai slowed down and observed the street. Office buildings to the left and right, its windows dark, empty. Of course. It was far too late for people to work at this hour.
"Every time I see a road like this, I feel sorely tempted to just race on at full speed, regulations be damned"
There was a sly grin on Nikolai's face, if just for a moment.
"Then, I remember that such a thing would be unseemly, and that there are other things ahead. Rider, those buildings provide perfect vantage points for anyone with the intention to scout. It would be easy to see anything unusual. Such as myself, for example."
Of course, the position was not lost on Nikolai. Rider would not be seen until he materialized, and any onlooker would see only Nikolai. Of course, the terrain favored Nikolai and Renaud, a wide road with practically no traffic and plenty of space to maneuver. All good conditions for the Rider class. Tonight's expedition was as much reconnaissance as it was provocation.
