Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 19 (18)
Health: 78 -> 48
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 14 (4)Miss!
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 18 (8)Hit!2D6 + 9 = 20 (5, 6)20 damage!
Tough Spirit: 1 -> 02D6 + 6 = 14 (3, 5)Health: 48 -> 62
After the pair prepared themselves, the guards shouted for the fight to begin ohey had moved to the side. Adam could have taken the lead, but allowed his oppohe first step as he raised his shield. The Aldishman bolted forward with his greataxe in hand. “With the might of my vi!” the Aldishman ted, before smming it down against Adam’s shield.
Adam stumbled backwards from the might of the blow, the explosive magining through his bones. ‘Oh Baktu! So that’s how that feels like.’ Adam groaned uhe weight of the blow, before the fsh of divine magi through him. ‘Damn that hurts!’
As the Aldishman swung his axe for another blow, Adam threw a feint, before stepping around him to strike his axe against the Aldishman’s side, striking him with Wraith, though choosing against expending any Mana or charges. He inhaled deeply, flexing his muscles, regaining back his strength.
‘I have to be careful.’
The crowd cheered as the pair cshed, while Adam’s panions watched from the first floor above.
“He’s holding back,” Jaygak said. “I didn’t realise he could do that.”
Jurot nodded his head slowly. The pair had bet a pretty sum on the fight. Their eyes remained glued to the pair as they tiheir fight.
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 13 (3)Miss!
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 25 (15)Hit!2D6 + 9 = 15 (2, 4)15 damage!
The pair tio fight, with Adam meeting the hefty blows of the magical greataxe with his magical shield, defleg them with some effort, before he swung his axe wildly, managing to nd a blow against the Aldishman’s armour.
‘Careful,’ Adam thought, narrowly dodging the young man’s greataxe.
“He’s pretty strong, but not as strong as Adam,” Jaygak said, watg as Adam tio hide behind his shield. Without its magic, he probably would have been hit a few times. The Guardian would have been difficult for Jaygak to face, a Adam was holding ba order to not beat him too quickly. ‘…’
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 1 (1)Critical miss!
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 30 (20)Critical hit!4D6 + 9 = 26 (3, 4, 4, 6)26 damage!
The crowd tio cheer as Adam ducked uhe greataxe, before springing upwards and sshing violently, only to find the Aldishman had long disappeared, and was aiming a heavy downward swing against him. Adam gripped Wraith tight in hand before swiping his axe against the Aldishman’s helmet, smming with such heft that Wraith de.
The Aldishman stumbled to the side, before dropping. Adam blinked, before raising his axe into the air, causing the crowd to cheer, shouting and yelping with such bloodthirst, Adam thought he was in the Iyr.
Victory!ExpertXP Gained: +400XP: 9300 -> 9700
‘Did I win too easily?’ Adam thought, waving his axe still. ‘I should have pretele more.’
From what Adam had gathered, the etiquette was to walk around the arena, waving to everyone, before returning back to his se. Once Adam returned, he found some of the hters nodding their heads.
“You’re strohan I imagined,” Charles admitted, extending a hand to shake Adam’s forearm.
“It’s the magical axe and shield I have,” Adam replied. “The Enter made sure I had great gear before signing up.”
“The Enter?”
“I work for a business. The Enter ents magical ons, which are currently being aued off in Red Oak. We’re going to try and find people to sell magical ons to.”
“How grand.”
A guard approached them. “I’ll take you to where you o rest.”
Adam rexed in the small room he was taken to, hearing the tour tiside. A priest came up to him, cheg on his health for a moment, before leaving him be.
‘I wonder how much money I made from the bet.’
Adam smiled as he was handed more than double his bet back from a guard, before he made his to the middle floor, where his panions were waiting, only to realise they weren’t where he left them. After asking around, he found them in another se, one which had overlooked his fighting.
“Did you guys bet on me?” Adam asked.
“We did.” Jaygak replied, smirking.
“I made bank,” Adam whispered, smirking wide iurn.
The others weren’t sure what to say.
They tio watch the fights. That day was for the magical fights. It started with the you group, which usually started a while after dawn. The segment for Adam’s age range was typically dealt with a few hours before noon, and finished a little after noon.
There was a great showing from many Priests, Guardians, and even a Wizard, who had cast Fireball, then Shield to deal with the blows, followed by another Fireball whiarrowly missed them.
“Nice,” Adam whispered, nodding his head slowly.
During an intermission, the group ordered food, using the newly gained funds from the party fund.
“So, who should we be looking out for?” Adam asked.
“There are many,” Jurot said, beginning to list off at least fifty different names, some which he had mentioned before to Adam, like Stone Sword.
“How about in yment?”
“Kitool, Jaygak, Timojin, and Amokan,” Jurot replied, almost bluntly.
“Well, yeah…” Adam waited, but sidering Jurot said no more, Adam decided against asking for more. “What about my segment?”
“Sir Roseia, Sir Karra, and a few meraries.”
“So the King’s Swords’ daughter and her cousin? I wonder if we’ll get to fight one another.”
“It will be a good fight,” Jurot said, nodding his head.
Adam slowly nodded his head. “I’ll have to be more careful, then.” Adam began to whisper. “Going to bet my way into oblivion.”
The group tio watch the fights. The fights between those of the ments were far greater than the fights of their own segments. It was obvious, of course, sihey were Masters and Grandmasters. The Iyrmen were more familiar with such sights, and though they were familiar with them, they still appreciated the fights deeply, even if many of the fights were greatly mismatched.
Stone Sword fought that evening, though had e across someohat was a member of a minor noble’s guard. Stone Sword and the guard cshed several times, the pair almost dang together as they went through the motions, but eventually Stone Sword ehe fight, allowing it to appear closer than it truly was.
‘I should be careful in not offending nobles while not losing,’ Adam thought.
Unfortunately, Adam was the only oo think that way. The m, the youth were going to fight. Luckily, none were fag against one another, which allowed Adam to bet on them all.
They would be allowed to bet by handing over paper and the as a group. Typically, the group would have their bets ready, and ohey saw the oppo, they would gh with the bet or to retract it.
‘Holy,’ Adam thought, watg at the teens fought. They all fought with such fervour, eveypically quiet Bavin and Nobby. The youth crushed through their oppos with ease. ‘Nice.’
A short while ter, Adam’s panioo fight in the arena. Adam bet a hundred gold one each Iyrman, and they pletely demolished their oppos. Kitool and Jaygak had gone against members of an order who seemed promising, whereas Jurot made short work of the merary he faced.
“You guys are winning too easily,” Adam grumbled. “You shouldn’t win so easily so we keep betting on you.” The winnings he made oeens and the Iyrmen were far less thao one. He bet five hundred gold on the Iyrmen, and won ba additional four hundred and some ge.
“I will show my oppos the same respect they show me,” Jurot said.
“Respect doesn’t feed my kids,” Adam grumbled again, though he smirked, his eyes shining with pride. “Timojin and Amokan did pretty well too. Did Amokan really have to fight like that?”
“It is how he fights,” Jurot said.
Amokan was the kind to swing wildly within a fight, even more wildly than a typical Iyrma, any time he hit, it was near deadly. Even his oppo, a merary, had chosen to surrender after the first blow, her armour deo su extreme degree that she required medical assistance.
“Iyrmen are so scary,” Adam whispered.
The farmers and porters were ined to agree, though they enjoyed how much the Iyrmen had made for the group.
“It’s so awkward moviween the pces to watch the fights,” Adam said, w if there was a way for him to watch all the fights at onbsp;
“You buy a pce at the bottom of the tral octagon,” Jurot said. “It is one hundred gold for each segment per day.”
Adam shook his head. “Excuse me? One hundred gold?” Adam’s jaw almost dropped. “So that’s, what, four, five hundred gold each day if I want to watch every fight? Let me guess, most of the noble don’t have to pay, or they have dist prices?”
“They donate much less,” Jurot firmed.
“Donate?” Adam scoffed, crossing his arms. ‘What a bunch of pricks!’
Sorry I didn't realise I didn't post up yesterday! I haven't been feeling too well retly so it must have slipped my mind! I'll try and post up a few more chapters some time week.
