563. Preliminaries V

563. Preliminaries V

Omen: 11, 15

“They have sent someone to fight?” Jurot asked, staring at Adam’s opponent.

Adam’s opponent was heavily armoured, adorned in full plate. The metal was almost a liquid silver, with tiny black etchings against it. The metal was worked exclusively by the Magisterium, an ancient order of Magesmiths. Such were the rumours which the Iyr had gathered from all the corners of the world. It was difficult to confirm such rumours, due to who the Magisterium worked for.

‘This fight will be more difficult.’

Adam had bet quite a pretty penny on himself, using a large portion of his own personal funds, as well as a sensible amount from the party fund. Looking at his opponent, Adam wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. The pair circled around the arena, before meeting at the centre. Adam donned Strong Shield, the red shield glinting with the sun, and gripped Wraith tightly.

His opponent before him held out her hands in front of her, as though she was gripping an invisible blade, before a greatsword appeared between her hands. It was a blade which matched the colour of her armour, with tiny runes etched along the metal.

“Cool,” Adam whispered, nodding his head towards her. ‘I should have expected that sine they introduced her as Blade of the Magisterium.’

Battle Order

D20 + 1 = 20 (19)

Attack - Wraith

D20 + 10 = 12 (2)

Miss!

Attack - Wraith

D20 + 10 = 15 (5)

Miss!

Health: 78 -> 48

Once the signal was given, which was drowned out by the noise of the crowd, Adam charged forward, swinging his axe wildly at Blade. He found his opponent was not quite as simple as she seemed, as she stepped to the side, clashed with his axe twice as though she were dancing with him, before spinning her blade in her hands.

Adam was full of confusion as she dropped her blade, though still made to strike with her hand. Adam brought it up to the imaginary blade, but the young woman, known as Blade, inhaled deeply. She forced her body to shift as she changed the position of her hands. Though her sword had almost tumbled to the floor, it appeared at Adam’s side as she struck him with a hefty blow.

The crowd sheered at the display of magic which had taken even them by surprise.

“Gah!” Adam groaned as he stumbled. He had yet to see her form, but considering she was almost as tall as him, and her blows were about as great as his, he felt how physically strong she was. ‘Damn!’

The crowd roared, noting how Adam had almost keeled over from the hefty blow.

‘She managed to strike so deeply twice?’ Jurot thought. The odds were hundreds to one, and certainly wasn’t seen every day. Except for when he was beside Adam, in which case it happened almost daily.

Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

Health: 48 -> 53

Attack - Wraith

D20 + 10 = 26 (16)

D20 + 10 = 29 (19)

Critical hit!

Mana: 21 -> 20

Ability: Divine Smite

4D6 + 4D6 + 9 = 37 (3, 4, 5, 5)(1, 2, 3, 5)

37 damage!

Attack - Wraith

D20 + 10 = 13 (3)

D20 + 10 = 24 (14)

Hit!

2D6 + 9 = 15 (1, 5)

15 damage!

Adam and the young woman engaged again, Adam managing to duck under a while swing, keeping his attention on the fact she could summon her blade into her hand if she chose to drop it. As Adam stepped forward, almost shoulder barging her with his shield, before his axe struck right across her front, almost scratching the pristine armour as it flashed white hot for a moment.

The woman stumbled, and Adam could almost hear the exclamation mark from her lips as she raised her blade, gripping it tighter. They clashed once more, and though a near invisible barrier tried to deflect his axe, he managed to strike her again, causing her to step back once more.

Adam held his axe, and as he thought about forcing himself forward, he found that the moment had passed, and the pair clashed again, with Adam narrowly dodging a swing, before the pair stepped back to find themselves a moment to themselves.

‘Fifty two damage,’ Adam thought, holding his blade. ‘So if she’s an Expert, she’s probably only got a little bit of Health.’

‘He did not refresh his strength?’ Jurot thought, watching over the fight. He was certain Adam would win, but Adam was dancing on a knife’s edge. The Adam he knew was both more reckless and more cautious.

Fighting Spirit: 2 -> 1

Health: 53 -> 58

Attack - Wraith

D20 + 10 = 17 (7)

D20 + 10 = 28 (18)

Hit!

2D6 + 9 = 20 (5, 6)

20 damage!

“Is your name Adam Fateson?”

“It’s Adam,” Adam replied. “Technically Fateson is a name I gave to myself, but Adam is truly my name.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty years old, like my brother Jurot. We have the same birthday.”

“The Iyrman is your brother?”

“Yes.”

“How did that come to pass?”

“I prefer not to say under the spell,” Adam admitted.

“Why did you surrender yourself under our spell without confirming what we were doing?”

“If you did anything inappropriate to me, I’m sure the Iyr would do something to you,” Adam replied. “If I had to bet between the entirety of East Port or the Iyr, I’d bet on the Iyr.”

The Devilkin reached to a drawer to one side, and revealed a large glass vial. “Do you know what this is?”

“If I had to take a guess, a poison.”

“That’s right. Widow’s Tears. You drink this before bed, and you pass peacefully in your sleep. Just a few drops will kill any child. During the time of the Demonic Devastation, such a poison was widely circulated. Rather than allow Demons to claim their children, widows fed themselves and their children this poison. The price of such a poison was great, of course, but the price of salvation was so much greater.”

“I hope, if the Iyr wants to kill me, they use Widow’s Tears,” Adam admitted.

The Devilkin paused. ‘What?’ She reached to her other drawer, and pulled out a pouch, which she placed on the desk, something jingling within. She took another pause to try and gather herself. “Do you know what this is?”

“A pouch of gold?”

“One thousand two hundred and seventy gold,” the Devilkin said. “Mostly in gems, due to convenience.”

Adam remained silent.

The Devilkin woman pushed the pouch towards him. “Congratulations.” She smiled. “The rest of your party’s bets have been paid out to them.”

Adam slowly nodded his head, reaching out for the pouch. He could feel how heavy it was.

“Blade was in the top five contenders for winning the segment. There will be many complaints, I’m sure, but we have confirmed that you are fighting in the appropriate segment.” She motioned a hand for him to leave. “I hope you enjoy the tournament.”

“Thank you,” Adam said, slipping into his boots, before stepping out. ‘Oh. I forgot to ask her for her name.’

‘What a frightening young man,’ Layla thought, surrounded by two Masters, and wearing several magical items to protect her. The Guardians glanced between one another, while the woman who had cast the spell nodded her head, confirming he was still under her spell.

“Who bets five hundred gold on themselves?” Layla whispered, rubbing her head. “His companions bet a hundred or two gold at most. Do you know who decided to bet three hundred gold on the young man?”

“No,” one of her personal guards admitted.

“It was that bastard,” Layla grumbled, popping more fruit into her mouth.

“Oh.”

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