95. First Duel

95. First Duel

Battle Order

D20 + 1 = 21 (20)

Warrior Spirit: 3 -> 2

Attack

D20 + 7 = 27 (20)

D20 + 7 = 25 (18)

Critical hit!

1D6 + 2D6 + 6 = (3, 5)(5, 5, 6, 6)

36 damage!

Adam, with his blade gripped tightly in both hands, charged forward. The Adventurer before him, with his own blade clutched tightly with both hands, charged forward full of rage too.

Lightsear cut through the blade, cutting it in half, before cutting into the chain mail, nearly cutting through the man’s arm. Had he wished, Adam could have disarmed him, of blade and bone, but he pulled back just in time. The young man stared at his arm, which was barely hanging on, and fell, his eyes rolled back into his skull, his mouth foaming.

‘What should I say to make this sound cool?’ Adam thought as he sheathed his blade.

Paul sighed as the Adventurer’s party panicked, and their Priest, the woman who had kept him at bay, quickly dropped beside him and prayed, filling him with her healing magic.

Adam walked towards the Guild.

“Don’t you want your gold?” Paul asked, having wondered how he’d deal with the bet.

“He isn’t worth it,” Adam replied, simply.

When the others returned, he didn’t mention the fight. Instead, he noted how many Boars they had slain, including the Great Boar.

“Nice,” he said, nodding his head.

“How did it go with you?” Dunes asked.

“Pretty good,” Adam said, smiling. He had Levelled Up and had fought in duel.

Dunes noted Adam’s smirk, but left it at that.

Omen: 6, 19

“Why didn’t you tell us that you had a fight last night?” Jaygak asked, staring at him with squinted eyes.

“It would have brought shame to my family,” Adam said.

“Didn’t you win?”

“Yes.”

Jaygak stared at him long and hard, but seeing as he didn’t want to talk about it, left it at that.

Kitool gave her a look, and the pair looked to Jurot, wondering if he’d ask the question on their minds.

Jurot continued to eat his boar stew in peace.

Adam went back to work, making his potions.

Mana: 10 -> 8

Alchemy Check

D20 + 3 = 6 (3)

Omen: 6, 19 -> 6

19 + 3 = 22

There was a man, adorned in breast plate, with a Rukh in flight stylised on the front. At his back was a blade, black, yet sprinkled with bits of colour like the night sky. He stared down at the darkness ahead, seeing through it, as though he were an elf, yet his sight was even greater. He could sense a trail from three beings ahead of him, and he sighed. He stepped forward to meet them, unsure of why his sister had sent him here. He barely managed to catch the blade of the tall woman, even as she limped, she caused him to skid backwards. The woman recognised him, but she did not stay her blade.

1 Enhanced Healing Potion Created.

XP: 370 -> 420

Wisdom Save

D20 + 3 = 17 (14)

Adam resisted the joke, and continued working on making his Healing Potions.

Mana: 8 -> 6

Alchemy Check

D20 + 3 = 5 (2)

1 Minor Healing Potion Created.

XP: 420 -> 430

Mana: 6 -> 4

Alchemy Check

D20 + 3 = 17 (14)

1 Enhanced Healing Potion Created.

XP: 420 -> 570

Jurot and the rest had returned, with a bounty of Boars.

“How was it?” Adam asked.

“Okay,” Jurot replied.

“We slew a few Boars but there was nothing else,” Jaygak said.

The Boar was cooked into a stew for them all, and there was the usual platter of fruits and vegetables for them too. There was plenty of bread to dip, which Dunes still cut into slices before dipping into his food.

There was also some fried Boar on offer, which Adam happily accepted, saving it for the end, like a dessert. Thinking of dessert, he kept an apple, which he then flavoured into a red velvet cake. ‘Nice. Magic is the best!’

Omen: 7, 16

Dunes nodded. Half was actually quite generous considering that the two were much more powerful and were most of the reason they were able to complete the various Quests.

“I’ll hand Kitool the Party Fund,” Adam said. “It’s not that I don’t trust either of you.” He glanced between Jaygak and Dunes. “No, nevermind, it’s definitely because I trust her more than you.” He smirked.

Jaygak narrowed her eyes. “Your jokes aren’t funny.”

“I know,” Adam said, smiling wider. “That’s why I find them so funny!”

“Are you busy?” Braun asked, approaching them. “We need to talk.”

“What did I do this time?” Adam asked, frowning.

“It’s for Fate’s Golden.”

“Oh.”

They were led to another room, somewhere private, away from prying eyes and keen ears. “Vice Master Paul has spoken with Sir Harvey, and your entire party is wanted for the expedition.”

“Sweet,” Adam said, smiling. “Saves me from splitting the Party Fund in half.”

“The pay will be fifty gold upfront, five gold to each of you per day, and fifty gold upon completion. Sir Harvey also wishes to head further north.” Braun gave a knowing glance to Adam, who smirked.

“Sounds good,” the Half Elf said. “What do you guys think?”

“I haven’t been to the north yet,” Dunes admitted.

Jaygak cracked a smile, unable to contain it. “The north will be fun.”

“Sounds like it’ll be more dangerous,” Adam said, shaking his head, a small smile on his face.

“Yes,” Kitool said. “It can be.”

“Alright, well, let’s have a meeting and discuss things?” Adam asked. “We’ll be leaving first thing in the morning, I assume?”

“Yes,” Braun said, leaving them be.

“We should all prepare,” Adam said. “I have a bunch of potions for everyone, so we’ll split those between us.”

“How many potions?” Dunes asked.

Adam smiled, handing them each the various potions, including the Enhanced Healing Potions he made.

“You made these?” Dunes asked.

Adam nodded. “Yep. Why do you think I was bleeding everywhere?”

“Aren’t these... Enhanced Healing Potions?” Dunes asked.

“Yes,” Adam said.

Jaygak placed a hand on Dunes’ shoulder. “You will get used to it.”

Dunes blinked. ‘Is it an Iyrman thing? An Elvish thing?’

Adam continued to smile. “Alright, well, since we don’t need anything, I’ll swap out some gold for some gems so I don’t have to carry this huge pouch with us. Otherwise, good night, have a good rest, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Adam relaxed on his bed at the end of the day, feeling a slight headache. ‘Hey Bell, I’m not dying am I?’

[You’re always dying.]

‘You know what I mean.’

[I cannot answer that question.]

‘Tch.’ Adam rolled his eyes. ‘You know, now that I think about it, I didn’t get any Experience from beating that punk.’

[He wasn’t worth it.]

Adam smiled. ‘Damn right.’ He closed his eyes. ‘Though it does sound like a cop out.’

[You aren’t dying.]

‘Thank you.’

Adam continued to relax in bed. ‘Now that I think about it, I’ve had a duel before with some guy that didn’t like me. Anton? Alton! Good ol’ Alton. I wonder where he’s at.’

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