“RRRargh”, the roar echoed across the cobblestoned chamber, shaking the crowd where they watched from the grandstands.
The Demi-Orc rushed forward swinging a club larger than a man towards the knight in gleaming armour in the centre of the ring.
Demi-Orcs sometimes appear in the wild, as they are able to cross breed with many magical creatures. This one was likely created in a magic lab though, as its shiny chitinous armour adorned with wicked barbs seemed too perfect for the gladiator hall in Tardel City. Even its head and face were mostly covered in the oily black shell, leaving only the mottled grey skin around the mouth exposed, hinting at its Orc heritage.
The knight facing the armoured monster was a third its size, but stood calmly in armour that was so pretty it seemed ceremonial, a th
The streets of Tardel in the late evening gloom were filled with the types of mages you didn't notice during the daylight hours. Men and women in tattered robes, carrying all their belongings wrapped up in sacks, singing bawdy songs at the top of their lungs, and begging for change or asking for food. It was a reminder that even with overwhelming gifts, humans could all fall. Except for their robes and magical auras, they would be mistaken for the most wretched of Zombies.Tardel was a harsh Empire, and the Capital city was harsher yet, Shinra knew that it was a dangerous time to be out on the streets without magic. The veneer of civilization that mages pretended to have could drop away quickly in the anonymity of the darkened streets. As a Deputy 1st Class, Shinra shouldn’t be worried as he navigated the streets, but he’d left his badge, and any other identifying items, behin
Life in the Capital is not what Loren expected, by a long shot. In her country town, over a two week caravan trip away, she was considered a phenomenal talent. At the age of 6 she had consumed every book in the town’s modest library, and had started knocking on doors to ask if she could read from the townspeople’s personal collections!She started school the same year in a class with kids from 6 to 13, and it was clear that she knew more than all of them. Even the teacher knew less about magic than Loren, though she still had work to do on her penmanship and maths skills.By 10, she had re-arcaned the complicated weather, water, and growth weaves that governed the growing season of her town’s award winning grapes. The Emperor himself had a standing order for their wine.Her
“Woah!” was all the young man said. That is how it started for her. Loren was working on her personal vineyard, trying to create micro environments for each row of grapes. This would allow her to release several versions of her famous ice wine in the same year, instead of a 3 or 4 year cycle. The magic was more complex than she thought at first, and she had been working away at the problem for weeks now.“If only these weaves didn’t intersect here….” she mumbled, still oblivious to the man who was now beside her. He stared up in rapt attention, attuned enough to see the outlines of the spells she was constructing.“I need to check my notes,” she said, making a twisting motion with her one hand that corresponded to a complex series of knotting and tying off of the weaves she had bee
Shinra felt the weaves surrounding him at exactly the same time the voice came from the darkness.He was still in the dark room, surrounded by books scattered in every direction, as if a library had been hit by an earthquake.'Damn it, I was sure this window had no guards on it, how did they hear me?' He stopped moving. 'How did they see me? I must be invisible to normal eyes, and yet they restrained me in the dark…' He knew that he would have to talk his way out of this. At least, out of the restraints, so he could kill them and get on with his assassination.'No witnesses.' The restraining weaves were remarkable in a way, they didn't hurt at all, but he couldn't move his arms or legs at all.'Did I walk into a Sheriff's apartment? This is better than the weaves I've seen Wintersbane use on suspects!'"This is just a misunderstanding. I mean you no harm," Shinra said, adopting a calm voice in a deeper tone than he usually spoke in. He figured he should disguise his voice. 'Da
Dave was not having a great night. He had thought to drown his sorrows from the disappointment of Shinra being promoted, by asking Hannah to go with him to a members only club that his family had acquired access to for him. Things didn't go as planned.She had said, "maybe". He had tried to explain that the club was private and she wouldn't be able to get in without him, and she just smiled blandly and replied, "We'll see. I might show up later".It turns out, faint hope is worse than a no. Dave drank himself into a stupor. Alone. The private club, The Red Disk, arranged an escort home for him. It wouldn't have been good for them to have a client spend the entire night.You would think that Dave would have fallen deeply asleep as soon as he made it to his small but comfortable apartment, but the night air had aroused him enough for him to again feel the shame of being stood up by Hannah, his disappointment and not being promoted and his anger at that little shit zombie. He banged a
[Assassination of Dave Complete][3 Stars]Shinra held his breath, afraid to say anything. 'How did I get my best evaluation yet? There is a witness, a huge mess, and, arguably, I didn't really kill him.'He was still crouching down, and hopped back up to avoid the spreading blood. 'Even though the heart isn't pumping, gravity will drive the blood from his core out of that giant hole.' Shinra looked at Loren, expecting to see horror and fear in her eyes. He didn't. If anything, she looked angrier.The system displayed over his vision again.[Evaluation Criteria:Stealth 2.5Technique 5Witnesses &nb
"It is with a heavy heart that we tell you that one of your own, Deputy Dave, of the Shadeleaf family, has died," Captain Spars said. He looked at everyone in the Deputy Bullpen before continuing."I won't downplay this, it is bad. Dave was murdered." The room was filled with sharp intakes of breath and a few gasps. No one expected this when they arrived at work today. Well, no one except Shinra, who also made a short gasp sound to blend in.'I guess someone was sent to check on him after he was a no show at work yesterday,' he thought."We are about to have a general assembly with all the Sheriffs under my command, but I wanted to tell you all first, as he was your comrade."A few hands were raised up, and Captain Spars nodded towards Hannah, who looked calm, though her raised arm trembled slightly."Captain. Will you share the details of the crime with us, and will we be participating in the investigation?" She asked."Deputy Hannah. I will share more details in the general a
'Shit,' Shinra thought. This is not a good situation. Not only were they outmanned three to one by mages, but Shinra couldn't use his skills in front of the newbie without killing him afterwards. 'Probably not the best way to keep suspicion of me right after Dave's death.'Truthfully, Shinra's skills were amazing at killing people who were unaware, but he still couldn't win one to one against a prepared mage. The power difference was just too great."Okay newbie, stay calm and give them whatever money you have. They clearly don't realise that they have just accosted two sheriff's deputies, and will cause themselves a world of trouble if anything actually happened to us." Shinra said."Hahahah, deputies eh? You look like two little girls. Which is interesting because we were told one Noble little girl would be heading this way, and that we should treat her to a little party."'Fuck