[803] – Y03.103 – An Ignoble Threat

[803] – Y03.103 – An Ignoble Threat

Victory!

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Quest Complete: An Ignoble Threat

XP: +200

XP: 11 600 -> 11 800

“Wow!”

“It’s the First Hope!”

“Amazing!”

The children were all kept at bay by their elder siblings, though the First Hope stepped closer to check on the children, beaming down with a delighted smile. His smile was almost as radiant as him.

“Are you all well?” the calm voice called out, the First Hope peering over the excited children.

“Yes, mister First Hope.”

“It’s not mister First Hope, it’s Sir First Hope,” a child corrected.

Sir Robert chuckled at the children. “Are you listening to your elders properly?”

“Yes, mister Sir.”

“Wonderful,” the Hope said, reaching down to ruffle their heads. “It’s just Hope, not Sir. You may sleep peacefully, we will take watch.” His eyes fell across to the large tower to one side, and then the other, and finally the third. ‘...’

“Who is the First Hope anyway?” Adam asked. “The oldest of the Hopes?”

“He is the oldest, but he’s also the strongest,” Vasera replied. “You should be careful not to offend him, Adam.”

“I’ll offend who I want,” Adam replied, letting out a huff. His eyes remained glued to the First Hope. “So how strong is he anyway?”

“He’s the strongest of the Order of Life’s Rose, matched only by a handful across the entire land,” Vasera said. “I’d fare worse against him than you.”

“How much worse?”

“Worse enough that you should be thankful for his help here, just like how I’m thankful I’m getting paid to do nothing now that he’s here,” Vasera replied, sipping from her wine skin.

“How do you know so much about him?”

“You are the fool if you do not know of the First Hope. He may be from the generation after King Merryweather, but like every First Hope, his name is known across all the realms.”

‘Is he really that strong then?’ Adam thought, noting how the children were in utter awe of the old man. ‘He’s probably a little weaker than the Chief, then?’ Adam hadn’t realise how ridiculous his thoughts would have sound to the others around him, daring to think so ill of the First Hope.

“Stop thinking something so stupid,” Vasera said. “If I’m telling you someone’s strong, they’re strong. If I tell you someone isn’t worth bothering, then I’m either ill or serious.”

“I’m sure the illness of a broken heart ails you even now.”

“It is not others who break my heart!”

“Didn’t I break your heart when I beat you so soundly?”

“You are too close to me to speak so brazenly!” Vasera’s face formed a wild grin.

Adam smiled. “If the Golden Savage is telling me to relax, then the world has gone to the under realms.”

Vasera cackled with laughter, offering Adam a sip of her wine. Adam took it and took it a sip.

Constitution Save

D20 + 1 = 7 (6)

The fire spread through Adam’s throat, causing him to spit out as much of the wine as he could, his nostrils stinging, and he let out a hoarse cry as the flames of the spice rushed him.

“Ah! Gah! Haa!” Adam cursed, though he was unable to bring his lips together due to how they were on fire.

“Now my broken heart has been healed,” Vasera said, taking back the wineskin to sip more of the fire wine, feeling the burn run through her body.

Hope Robert eventually stepped away from the children, taking a walk around the perimeter, before he coincidentally came across Vonda, who was also, coincidentally, by herself.

“Sister Vonda, I see you are well,” Robert said.

“I am, Hope Robert,” Vonda replied, her entire body no longer as tense as it had been for the past few days.

“I received word you were in the company of demons.” The First Hope’s eyes fell across the pair of demons who were assisting with the firewood, chopping the logs to be used for the pit. “Curious that you assisted them to face the like of the Marshal of the East.”

Vasera cackled in laughter. “You Iyrmen! The stories of your insanity have reached even we in the far east.”

“Do you wish to fight?” Naqokan asked excitedly.

“I don’t want to fight you when you’re tired from killing Aldishmen.”

“Killing the Aldishmen did not tire me.”

Vasera cackled wildly once more, sharing more of her wine with the Iyrmen, until her firewine was gone, though there was no bitterness at the emptied wineskin.

Kitool watched Vasera, who had decided to keep the younger Iyrmen company. “Should we have fought?”

“A message had to be sent,” Jurot replied, cleaning his axe and shield.

“They now know of Adam’s abilities. They will send greater foes next time.”

“Good.”

“It may endanger Adam.”

“Adam will endanger himself,” Jurot said, rubbing his magical shield with a cloth, staring at its face. The tingling sensation ran through his fingers. Might Roar, the shield he had received from Adam. “They should understand the conviction we hold.”

“I did not expect to hear you complain about killing Aldishmen,” Jaygak said, strapping her sword belt against her side, putting a foot up on the stump of a tree they had recently felled.

“I am not complaining about killing Aldishmen,” Kitool replied. “They are consequences for confronting nobles in the land.”

“We shall be judged by the Iyr.”

“And Adam by the Aldish.”

Jaygak frowned. “He’ll get out of trouble.”

“Will he?”

“It’s Adam.”

Adam continued to cool his mouth against the pauldron before the fiery spice had numbed his face. ‘I can’t believe she did this to me.’ Adam winced, cooling the water to sip more of it, before letting out a gasping sigh.

“Where are you going?” Dunes asked, the young man tossing the dough between his hands, before placing it down beside the other flat breads which needed to be heated on the skillet.

“I need to go thank the noble before he gets annoyed,” Adam replied.

Dunes chuckled, nodding his head as he allowed Adam to leave, keeping an eye on the young half elf.

“Sir Robert,” Adam called out, approaching the older man, still adorned in full plate. “I am Executive Adam of the United Kindom.”

“Yes, so you are.”

Adam smiled, feeling the tinge of annoyance. “I came here to thank you for your assistance. The appearance of the First Hope of Life’s Rose is something which honours our business, and we hope to show you our proper gratitude soon. Please, make use of the faculties provided by the business, and join us to eat dinner. Once we are in the town, we will be able to show appropriate gratitude.”

‘So you can behave...’ Robert thought. “I see you follow Lord Sozain.”

“Yes.”

“Then you may refer to me as Hope Robert, for I am a priest before I am a knight.”

“Of course,” Adam replied, unsure if that was meant to be a slight.

“Executive Adam, could you raise another tower for the members of Life’s Rose?” Vonda asked. “A tower with two sets of bedrooms.”

Adam paused for a moment. “Of course, Manager Vonda.”

“Sister Vonda is only a temporary Manager,” Robert said. “I hope you do not intend to cling onto her.”

“Manager Vonda has graced us with her presence voluntarily. Of course, you know that you’re free to leave whenever, no matter how much it will break our hearts to see you go.” Adam raised his brows towards Vonda, a gentle look within his eyes.

“I know, Adam.”

“Of course, if you do intend to leave, I would like to know, so I can prepare your compensation for you.” Adam flashed a smile towards her, but it was a strained smile. ‘Is he picking a fight, or is she really going to kiss me and then leave?’

I can't believe she's going to do that!

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