Omen: 8, 19
Jurot sat down opposite Adam, helping himself to some cheese as Kitool and Amokan finished cirg around the arena. They didn’t o talk about his win, since Jurot was the least likely to drop from Sir Gordan, even if he possessed First Ice. Jurot retty sure even Nobby would be able to beat Sir Gordan with Phantom in hand.
“Okay?” Amokan asked, gripping his magical bde tight.
“Okay,” Kitool replied, pointing Tigerstaff at him.
Amokan couldn’t allow her go first, so the moment the fight was called, he’d o dart forward. Unfortunately for him, Kitool was, as always, quicker on the draw. Tigerstaff rained down against Amokan, and a final heel kick dropped Amokan before he could even mao swing towards the lither Iyrman before him.
“My gods,” Adam whispered. “Is she…” Adam looked to Jurot. ‘Jurot’s tahahers too, isn’t he? So Kitool probably won’t be able to basically one shot him. Right?’
Jurot let slip none of his thoughts as he sipped his driing the bread and cheese on offer. The others were able to read Adam’s face, and they, too, held the same thoughts.
Could Kitool beat Jurot?
Timojin threw Amokan a look as the Iyrman approached. Amokaed with a bow of his head, taking his pce beside his best friend. The group remained silent, as the one who typically directed the versation, reparing for his fight.
Amokan spotted something gleaming red from the er of his eye. ‘What is that doing there?’
“Adam,” Sir Landon called as Adam swung Wraith in front of him casually, warming up for his fight.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Adam stepped out into the arena, holding the banner over his head. He walked around the arena to the cheering crowd, which had figured out the issue Adam was fag, and had long fotten their reasons to jeer. Though the crowd typically alterhe ts, Adam could still hear shouts of his name when it was Sir Karra’s turn.
Adam smiled. He tossed the banner into the air, and though he drew Wraith with one hand, he held up a bottle of wih the other. He gulped dow bit of wi withitle and dashed it against to the side, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
stitution SaveD20 + 6 = 23 (17)
“What are you doing?” Sir Karra asked.
“I’m just having some fun,” Adam replied, managing to stave away any drunkenness. He pointed Wraith towards the young knight. “Are you ready?”
Sir Karra gred at him through her visor. She wore full pte mail, and also wielded a great bde. As Sir Roseia’s porary, and a distaive, she also had great magical items, though not quite at the level of her cousin. Still, her armour held Basic magid so did her shield, and sword was Greater Enhanced.
“Since you have no manners, I will have to teach you,” the knight said, raising her bde high.
“Yeah, yeah.” Adam sighed. “Let’s go.”
Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 6 (5)
Sir Karra swung her bde wildly downwards towards Adam, calling forth the magic of her oath. Her bde fshed white hot with divine magic as she almost struck true, her bde scraping across Adam’s puthral pte mail, sparks flying across.
Health: 78 -> 43
The crowd cheered as Adam was struck. He wiped his mouth with the back of his mind while Sir Karra’s bde cttered off his armour.
“I think it’s my turn?” Adam asked.
“What?” Sir Karra replied, bringing her shield up.
‘Is he doing it again?’ thought the third figure beside them.
Mana: 21 -> 20Spell: Thunderous Smite
Attack - WraithD20 + 10 = 18 (8)Omen: 8, 19 -> 819 + 10 = 29Critical hit!Mana: 20 -> 17Ability: Divine SmiteWraith: 3 -> 04D6 + 4D6 + 8D6 + 12D6 + 9 = 112 (1, 3, 4, 6)(3, 4, 5, 6)(1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6)(2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6)112 damage!
Adam stepped past the falling body of Sir Karra, having struck her as harshly as he had with Sir Roseia. He removed his helmet, and bowed his head gently. He stared up at the crowd, gng between them, his lips slowly f a smirk.
“I surrender,” the Half Elf said, before taking a p of victory around the arena, waving his axe around. A Guardian awkwardly stepped up to Sir Karra to heal her.
“That,” Jurot said, “is my brother.”
Adam’s title echoed through the arena, while the nobles and merts watched from the octagon. Only one person dared to cackle at the results, her ughter eg along the top floor. “What an audacious little Elf boy!”
Defeat?Sir KarraXP Gained: +400XP: 13 500 -> 13 900
“Man, I ’t believe I didn’t make the top one hundred,” Adam said, sighing as he poured himself a drink.
“What?” Jurot asked.
“I lost against the two, meaning my points are only going to be zerht?” Adam asked. “If I beat…” Adam paused, pg the bottle of wine down. He blinked. ‘What?’ “I’m bad at maths without being all stroppy about surrendering, so just let me go this oime, please.”
“I will show you mercy since you lost,” Jaygak assured, patting his back. “If you joihe Iyr officially, no one could have bullied you like this.”
“Maybe I should join the Iyr.”
“Please don’t.”
“You’re the one who advised me.”
“I was just stating the truth,” Jaygak replied, feigning annoyanbsp;
Adam shrugged his shoulder. “Alright, so…”
“So?”
“What’s tomorrow looking like? Me against Vasera, Amokan against Gordan, and…”
“I will face Kitool.”
“Damn,” Adam whispered. “What a stacked day.”
“Vasera, too, surrendered in each of her fights.”
“How did it look?”
“She fought well, but surrendered after a few cshes,” Jurot said. “She is heir level.”
“Nice,” Adam whispered. “Since I don’t have to surrender, I should at least take third pce, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Being the same rank as Amokan…” Adam looked to the young man. “Being the same rank as the future, potential, Chief. Doesn’t that sound pretty good?”
“The potential Chief?” Amokan replied.
Adam winked, looking to Timojin. “I couldn’t tell betweeher of you who’d bee Chief. It doesn’t matter if either of you bee the Chief, because Cousin Turot will make sure you won’t bully me.”
Omen: 4, 17
‘I guess I ’t do that again?’
Uveil felt a sense of relief wash over her.
Adam’s eyes drifted to Amokan as the Iyrman circled around the arena. “He’s going to win, isn’t he?”
GREAT AMOKAN
‘Damn. Great is a pretty oniker.’
“If Amokan d his blows, it will not be close,” Jurot said.
“Does he always have to fight like that?”
“It is the way he prefers to fight.”
“Even against someone like Sir Gordan? He’s got pte mail, and it’s probably magical.”
“Amokan is…”
“Amokan is Amokan,” Jaygak said.
The Iyrmen, including the teens, heir heads at Jaygak’s words.
‘I guess I should bet on one of ours, then…’
“Again?” Lay asked, leaning ba her chair. She rubbed her forehead, w why Adam would tio harass her like this. She already had to deal with the fallout due to his supposed losses, and now he was taking the noble’s money?
“Should we refuse the bet?” one of her personal guards asked, before realising she had said something utterly stupid.
“Refuse the bet?” Lay snapped her quill. “If the nobles want to make deals with the fighters, that’s their choiake. If they want to tell me to make less mohen they take their gold and shove it up their-,”
The guard cleared her throat.
“They find anreat arena i Port if they want to tell me how to do business! Don’t refuse his bet! In fact, tell him to bet more! I want to see him take all of their gold! Tell them to bet their estates too!” Lay snapped.
Not even the Duchess, the floor beh, could hear the outburst sihe magics kept sounds within their respective floors.
“Ohousand gold?” Kira asked the Grand Master.
“A thousand gold,” Sir James firmed. There was no way Gordan would lose to all three Iyrmen. Amokan robably the weakest of the trio, and the best ce fordan to win. ‘Top three isn’t terrible.’
“Holy,” Adam whispered. “Was Amokan always that strong?”
The group watched as Gordan crumpled onto the ground.
“Yes.”
“Whes, he really does hit,” Adam said. ‘He probably averages, what, thirty damage each hit? Without any smites? What a damn monster.’
Jurot Adam’s thoughts. Adam may be able to do average as much damage as Amokan, but Amokan could do it without using any magibsp;
“Third and fourth pce have been decided then,” Adam said, befetting up. “I should probably cim my rank too.”
“Good luck,” Jurot said.
Adam go the rest of his panions. “You better all bet on me! I’m going to bet at least half my !”
Damn, Adam is so crazy?
*Me rereading the chapters I've writtely.*
Nevermind, Adam right now is super sane.
