An epic search for the Amethyst heptagon leads a party of fresh graduates through the northern reaches of Ustalav. Based in Karcau, the party visits places like the dark Castle Jarovich or the dangerous alleys of Carrion Hill.
Victoria waits to be clasped, she cackles with glee and triumphant with a note that might give those watching a demon tainted Witch and her Black Dragon companion the completely wrong impression about her...
Victoria was already clasped - look back at last page :)
While the sound of steel ringing on steel is omnipresent from the three rings in which the first round fighting takes place, the judge takes a look at the board to determine who Narumek's first opponent is.
Stephen Livgrace it is, sir.
Solaric's second strike rips open Olander's breatsplate and the knight crashes to the ground, with a quick gesture he surrenders
Sir Zekkaran...I have no doubt that you will be a good and strong ruler for our land. Olander says as he tries to get up again.
Cairn smiled at the sight of Gorian and remembered to inhale right before the large man embraced him. Once he was released he greeted the man.
Uncle! Always a pleasure. Why yes, I have found work so to speak in the company of Lady Victoria and the rest of Karcau's Chosen. Which has been profitable to say the least and quite informative. I bring warnings and a share of the take.
The Sczarni youth retrieves his pouch and counts out the 100 gold that is the due on his earnings now that he's been Made.
"Sir Zekkaran...I have no doubt that you will be a good and strong ruler for our land."
"And I have no doubt that you will be a good and trusted citizen in the realm to come! The honor to face you has been all mine. I wish you well in the days to come, my friend." Solaric says as he pulls the man up with a helping hand. "There may be a time when I need to call on you for help, and I trust that you will be there to aid all of our people in our need. Until that time, fare well!"
But don't spend it on the two "Bs", boy. Good to hear you are a companion of the Chosen now. I heard that most of them left the city, but Victoria was already one of them when I worked with them...but hey, don't even think about touching her...you might lose your hand...or more.
Olander is happy that the tournament has ended for him
Guess I never had a real chance to win the countess' hand. he bows and leaves the ring.
In a wide arc the dragon flies towards the city. Since it approaches from the south, the tiny tents and stands of the tournament place are the first thing that spur his interest. He goes deeper about 40 metres above the ground...and you can already hear the yelling of people and the sounding of horns. There is a chaotic tumult as everyone tries to run for safety and the guards rush to their posts. The dragon is contempt with his short visit and flies past the city further north.
Solaric and Narumek are also witness as the majestic black dragon visits the tournament - even though the monster is gone after a few seconds, everyone has paled considerably and many people are at the brink of giving up hope
First the monsters from the north and now a dragon from the south...this city is doomed. an old sergeant remarks dryly.
You may speak 'foul' as often as you like from the ground, it will not change your position, Livgrace. Ah yes, the Elfling! I look forward to defeating him! Narumek says, raising his sword victoriously.
Who is next?
DM Zyren: Is there a chance to heal between bouts?
Upon seeing Stephen Livgrace lose his match to Narumek, the dark elf approaches his friend and comments, "Stephen, my friend, you seem to have trouble battling the hell knight, Narumek. He appears very well versed with his sword. Could you find any flaws in his technique? He seems like he will be a good ally to have on the battlefield."
A good ally? Stephen spats...but after a moment he calms down and looks at the bruises the fight has left on his arms and tighs
Yeah, maybe he could make a good ally on the battlefield...at least if he doesn't turns his back on you when it becomes critical...look, the judges have made the pairings for the quarter finals.
Solaric Zekkaran - Gordu Alasar
Narumek the Unforgiving - Aramis de Voisseur
The dragon nods and a predatory grin splits his face
[b]I totally forgot how exciting such a hunt can feel! his voice booms over the swoosh of the wind.[/B]
After about an hour of flying you find yourself above muddy grassland north of Belfurth and indeed, there is a vast area with small leather tents standing side by side and between them even smaller figures huddle around.
The dragon looks at you, his black eyes blaze with hunger and a malicious glee.
Gorian seats himself at the table you had already occupied with Salvator, He cracks his knuckles and orders a large glass of milk - however, no one dares to laugh...
The black inn? You mean that new "tavern"? Nothing good comes from it, so much I can tell you. I've heard three witches have their home there...nothing that would surprise me during such dark times. Seems like they are bold enough to come to the heart of Sinaria to drain its lifeforce. Stay away from that place, boy.
"Yeah, maybe he could make a good ally on the battlefield...at least if he doesn't turns his back on you when it becomes critical."
"Yes, I was concerned that was what he would be like. Never has he really spoken to us with any regard for anyone other than himself. It is as if he considers the whole universe to revolve around himself. He may be good at fighting, but I am not sure how far we can trust him to champion the cause of good!"
"..look, the judges have made the pairings for the quarter finals."
"Well, I must go on to my next match. I will see you when this is all over. Fare well, my friend."
Solaric proceeds over to the pairings.
Gordu Alasar? Hmm? Do I know this knight?
Upon seeing his pairings, the priest moves over to the ring where his match is to be held.
Gordu Alasar is a bear of a man, tall and heavily muscled - he has most probably the strongest physique of all competitors. But since he wasn't a good rider or singer, he wasn't a real contestant for winning the tourney.
He already awaits you inside the ring, his two-handed mace firmly clutched in his hands.
Oh, Ive already been in there uncle and can tell you exactly what happens. Its a horror indeed and where Aramais met his end no less. Those witches are hungry and have 'men' on the menu as it were. Stear clear indeed. How are things elsewhere with the family? Anything for me to keep an eye out for?
Yeah, I supposed it was THIS kind of place...and this Aramis fellow was stupid enough to make a deal with them? The family? Everyone's fine as much as I know...some have left the city though, went south to Caliphas, away from the danger.
All your blows are either defelected by the mace or the heavy armour your opponent wears
You can't hit me with your toothpick!
Gordu growls and with blurrying speed swings in return
what if they have shamans in their ranks? the monster hisses.
"Well isn't it lucky you have yours? They are nothing to you but wheat before the wind. Release a gout of your mighty and legendary breath, or if you wish to engage them just warn me... you will find yourself extremely fortuitous. They might have Shamans spawned from a Goblin, but you have a Witch spawned from a Succubus... I believe you win that game too"
This last attack is too much for Gordu, who slips during a dodge and only comes up with the point of your sword resting on his chest...he sneers and says
A good count you will be...but you're still small. he grins and gets up You know that you will have to win the tourney now, dodn't you?
As Aramis still does not turn up, the judge walks over to Narumek
Since de Voisseur didn't turn up, you are promoted to the smei finals.
A decision that is awarded some applaus but more whistles...
The dragon roars in joy and you can literally feel the enormous power that curses through the monster's body as it swoops down.
A moment later there is an acidic smell in the air and your skin begins to tingle as the dragon unleashes its terrible breath weapon. A cone of black and green acid blasts through several tents and where it hits the goblinoids their flesh melts away and leaves only clean white bones.
"Indeed. I must also return to Karcau... all good things come to an end it seems. I have a vampire to deal with, and a city to save, and a title to secure... I will also check the surveys of Jarovicha, and find a suitable swampland for you for when you move to the place, clearly we will need to secure some good livestock for you as well, sooner rather than later"
Cairn sipped wine and grimaced at his uncle drinking milk despite having witnessed it many, many times.
Good to hear that the family will be out of harms way and lets hope the threat from the north can be stopped from even reaching here.
The ranger ran his hands through his thick hair.
Well, if there is nothing else I need to be apprised of then I'd like to get to the tournament. The new Count will be decided today. Sir Solaric is favored although that Hellnight Narumek can not be counted out yet. Fare you well uncles.