Victory!XP Gained: +400XP: 10 200 -> 10 600
‘If he had tried to attack me, I would have had to Onward Soar,’ Adam thought. ‘If I had lost so much gold because he wao take a cheap shot, I’d have to stop holding back against everyone.’
‘What a crazy bastard,’ Lay thought from the top of the tral oagically hidden from sight. ‘His party alone mao shift the odds back to favour them.’ Betting more than a thousand gold was something Lay saw from the wealthiest of nobles and merts, those within the tral octagoh her, and typically only for the fights in the older rahose full of Masters, Grandmasters, and Paragons.
“Should we refuse his bets?” a senior worker asked.
“No. If he wishes to bet all that mohen he’ll have to accept losing all of it when he makes the wro. If he keeps making the right bets each time, we won’t act.” Lay wondered if the nobles were going to kick up a fuss after losing such a great bet.
Under her, the greatest nobles and merts were snag on various fruits, sipping fine wines, and drinking the most delicious teas.
“How fortunate,” Duchess Eastsea said, beaming towards the beautiful Half Elf. “I’m sure the odds of the bet were greater then two to one.”
Kira smiled towards the Duchess, leaning ba her plush chair. “I should bet on my own kind, at least.” She had bet on Adam out of courtesy, and for the sake of betting. She hadn’t bet on Adam previously, when he had faced Bde, but this time she had decided to throw a fair sum of gold on the Half Elf, who was currently ued.
The Duchess had already motioned for one of her guards to find out more about Adam. She would o keep an eye on him, the young man who had beaten two of the favourites to win the segment. She did nhe armour as one which was traded through the regions, though it hadn’t taken long to recall the Iyr’s special alloy knouthral.
“You did not use Wraith?” Jurot asked. He was certain that Adam could have used a greater smite, as well as whatever Wraith could do, in order to pletely defeat his oppo.
“I ’t show you up the day after you do something cool,” Adam replied. “Even if I do want to one shot some great prodigy, I don’t want to take away anything from you.”
“Many will know your name now. You defeated a prodigy of the Three Hundred Bdes.”
Adam smirked. “Good.”
“The bets will no longer pay as well.”
Adam frowned. “Damn.”
“Tomorrow, the fights will take a pause, and we rest,” Jurot said. “The small fights will begin.”
“Small fights?”
“Fights which are not official by the eyes of the arena,” Jurot expined. “Many warriors who could not joiour will fight. There are some warriors from the tourhat participate too.”
Adam slowly nodded his head. “ we bet?”
“Yes.”
Adam smiled, slowly nodding his head.
Omen: 7, 19
Adam smiled, slowly nodding his head.
There were more oners on the first floor of the arena now, with the arena selling pces within the first floor to those who weren’t merts or advehis day. Adam and his group arrived before noon in order to wate of the fights.
‘Should I fight too? I want to make some money so…’
“Hey, are you Adam?” an Aswadian man asked. He was in his te twenties or early thirties, and wore studded leather, with a round disc of painted metal against his chest. At his side were a pair of scimitars.
“That I am.”
“Hari,” the Aswadian said, extending a hand.
Adam shook Hari’s forearm. “How I help you?”
“I thought you looked pretty good at fighting. Thought I’d try to have a go myself. I’m pretty well known bae for being a det warrior. I’m a little older than you, but I’m sure you don’t mind that, right?”
“I don’t,” Adam said.
“I don’t have a magical on, so if we could, perhaps we go without the magical ons?”
“What about magical armour?”
“You’d fight in all your armour for a friendly bout?”
“I’d like to bet.”
“How much?”
“Something fortable for you.”
“I’ve made a few bets during the fights,” Hari admitted. “A hundred gold?”
“A hundred gold it is. Nobby, I borrow your axe?”
“Okay, mister boss.”
“Thank you.” Adam and the Aswadian made their way down.
Jurot’s eyes remained glued to the figure, noting the way they walked, their steps light. Jurot assumed he was at least an Expert, but there was something else about the way they moved. It wasn’t the movement of a warrior, but that of someone who tried to blend into the crowd, steps silent, bdes tucked in close. ‘He is no thief.’
Jurot tapped oable with a finger, messaging the other Iyrmen discreetly. Jaygak leaned back, smirking slightly. Her response was the most audacious from the rest of the group. Kitool was o be seen, disappearing after Jurot’s message.
Adam and Hari spoke with a worker, who allowed them to take a se of ao themselves once a pair was doh their fight. They handed over the gold to the arena worker, who wrote down their bets.
“No killing,” the worker said.
“Of course,” Adam said, patting his amulet. “I’ll apologise to the good Lord in the evening.”
The worker cleared their throat, and heir head in thanks. After a pair were doh their fights, the worker escorted Adam and Hari. “Would you like to i each other’s ons?”
“I’m good,” Adam replied, looking to Hari.
“I am fine as well.”
“Whatever happens to your equipment ot be bmed on the arena. You are responsible for your own equipment, and your lives.”
“Sure, sure,” Adam replied.
“Of course,” Hari added, fshing a charming smile.
“You ready?” Adam asked, donning Strong Shield. He had worn his armour that m because he was sure he was going to fight, especially with the Omen he had received.
The Asulled out his scimitars clumsily, which shone from the sun. Hari held both ahead of him in a cross pattern, before he bowed his head. “Hari, the Red Serpent, shall face you.”
“What a cool name,” Adam replied. “I’m Chief Executive Officer Adam.” He raised his axe. “Let’s go.”
Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 20 (19)
Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2
Attack - BattleaxeD20 + 8 = 14 (6)D20 + 8 = 25 (17)Hit!Mana: 21 -> 20Ability: Divine Smite1D6 + 1D3 + 2D6 + 7 = 19 (2)(3)(3, 4)19 damage!
Attack - BattleaxeD20 + 8 = 10 (2)D20 + 8 = 18 (10)Hit!Mana: 20 -> 19Ability: Divine Smite1D6 + 1D3 + 2D6 + 7 = 25 (5)(2)(5, 6)25 damage!
Adam shot forward as Hari prepared himself to face Adam’s assault. Hari brought up both scimitars up, catg Adam’s blow, though he was forced back as the divine magic rippled through his body. He coughed up in pain as Adam’s heavy blows mao bypass his block, and almost threateo break his ligaments.
“Mercy, Executive Adam,” the Aswadian cried, inhaling deeply as he darted around the Half Elf, but was uo slip through the ks in his armour. ‘I don’t have much time.’ The Aswadian ducked under an axe blow, and though his scimitar would have slipped through any other, Adam was a walking fortress with his puthral pte mail and strong shield.
Defence: 24
Such a Defence was only rivalled by the toughest of creatures, and as Jurot had said once before, even the great Urkina, a Dragon Turtle, would envy the Half Elf.
‘Curses upon your father and his father before him!’ Hari thought, uo pee Adam’s armour.
Fighting Spirit: 2 -> 1
Attack - BattleaxeD20 + 8 = 11 (3)D20 + 8 = 15 (7)Miss!
Attack - BattleaxeD20 + 8 = 11 (3)D20 + 8 = 27 (19)Critical hit!Mana: 19 -> 18Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D3 + 4D6 + 7 = 37 (3, 4)(3, 3)(1, 4, 6, 6)37 damage!
Adam inhaled deeply, watg as Hari stepped back, putting some distaween them. Adam stepped forward, and Hari dashed towards the Half Elf, one scimitar aiming to block Adam’s axe, and the other aiming for Adam’s nebsp;
Unfortunately for the Aswadian, Adam pulled up his shield just in time, before f his way through the scimitar, almost breaking the steel, before managing to tact the Aswadian’s chest, the metal disting as the divine magic fshed.
“Argh!” the Aswadian cried, before crumpling to the ground, his eyes white as he fell unscious.
“Good fight,” Adam said, pg Strong Shield away. He looked to the worker. “Are you going to deal with him?”
“Yes.”
“Good stuff.” Adam half saluted the worker, before heading out. ‘That was easy.’
Victory!XP Gained: +400XP: 10 600 -> 11 000
‘Was he really worth so much XP?’ Adam thought, almost walking into someone. Adam tensed up, before noting the lithe Kitool at his side. “What’s with you Iyrmen and always sneaking up to me?”
“It was a good fight,” Kitool said.
“Yeah, it was,” Adam replied. “What are you doing here?”
“I did not want you to get into trouble.”
“You trust me alone, Kitool.” Adam chuckled. He stopped chug noting Kitool’s silence. “I ’t believe you’ve dohis. I’ll have you know, I’m very good at keeping out of trouble when I want to.”
The group watched the fights, and as te afternoon approached, the group made their way out of the arena.
“Vonda, would you e with me to the market?” Adam asked.
Vonda smiled. “Of course.”
Adam explored the market with Vonda in order to find a particur set of items. Upon finding them, Adam spent his gold, and pced them into his bank.
‘Did I charge Phantom st night? I think so…’
Omen: 11, 15
In the m, the group approached the arena, which was bustling with greater life. ‘Whoa. It’s so much louder now.’
“You there, halt at once!”
Adam stopped, narrowing his eyes. ‘It ’t be.’ He stared at the guard pointing at him. She wore breastpte with the markings of the city guard, and she held the hilt of her bde with one hand.
“Yes?” Adam replied, growing tense.
“You’re under arrest for suspi of murder.”
Adam blinked. “You what?”
Try not to get into trouble challenge!!! (IMPOSSIBLE EDITION)!!!
