"Of course. That is why I have this!" Edvard said, flaunting his bow that could be called bad at best.
"They can't hurt me if they don't even realize they died," He said with absolute confidence, causing Irena to pray that the worn string wouldn’t snap at the wrong time.
After boasting, Edvard fastened it to his back again through a simple hook mechanism he had made. Storing it took a few seconds of fiddling, but when needed he could pull it without any fuss.
Irena smiled as Edvard's confidence boosted her own, after wishing him the best she couldn't help but blush. His confidence was just too infectious and calming.
Ignorant that another girl had started to think strange things of him, Edvard headed out and stopped by his camp first thing. 'No animals disturbed it,' He thought, having left a few things here and in particular the curing hide of the fox.
'I am going to need to get a place inside the walls if I want to cure their pelts... I wond
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Vedran laughed hearing Edvard's reply, "Indeed, attempting such when you have not even awakened your blessing would be foolish." "Is that a yes then?" Edvard asked. "No, I need to run my inn!" "Really?" Edvard questioned while looking at the shabbily kept tables and chairs, and especially at the fact that there was no one else here. "What are you running? There's no one besides me." "Gah! That doesn't matter, I can't slack off just because of the lack of clientele." "Really?" Edvard questioned again, looking at the condition of the walls and floor before staring at Vedran. "Wouldn't it be better if you at least did some repairs, especially when there is no one else here?" "Repairs? Maybe, but that would hide the true quality of my inn; Ignisious! That name wouldn't mean anything if the inn didn't show that it has been through hell and back!" Edvard simply nodded, not wishing to move deeper into this track of the conversation, "
“You might not quite understand, thanks to the war most of the knights and mages serving in the army are on the other side of the kingdom. While we would have enough people if everyone who has become a knight steps forward, many aren’t willing.” Teo sighed. This was the true problem, everyone who was willing to put their life on the line for their kingdom was already gone. Those left behind where those who simply wanted to use their abilities for themselves. Edvard naturally did not agree with the sigh and the meaning behind it, but he understood that in this situation it was warranted. If people were still going to stand by even if they could help save their fellow countrymen… Sadly, Edvard could understand why they might. Besides the lack of respect from above, anyone who had managed to become a knight was certainly relatively high in the hierarchy compared to before. They would not willingly risk themselves for serfs and peasants as they had fought hard to
“That is actually why we have come here.” Teo quickly explained that they had thought it best to showcase Edvard’s abilities before the interim lord of the city while verifying his abilities. “Hey now, you are making it sound far more complicated than it needs to be.” Edvard interrupted when it became clear they wanted to even make a spectacle of it. Sure, it might increase morale. But it could just as easily backfire. If a non-awakened was able to fight against someone who seemed to be as highly regarded as Vedran. It could dash everyone’s will to fight and train. “Right, that brings me to another point. How strong are you Vedran?” Teo and Martin laughed hearing the question, Edvard being ballsy enough to agree to a sparring match when not even understanding Vedran’s strength was amazing. “I’m a six-star knight.” Vedran said quite plainly. “You can’t lump yourself with us normal six-stars. You’ve nearly mastered the usage of skills.”
The attack arrived in the blink of the eye; Edvard just barely managed to move his head out of the way. The wooden sword sliced through his lagging air, cutting it as if it was a razor. Bringing up his blades in haste, Edvard just barely managed to intercept the following attack. The power behind it was not something he could manipulate; he was sent flying into the crowd. Knocking the soldiers down as just a few among them managed to react in time. “That’s enough.” Teo said, stepping forward and placing his hand on Vedran’s still sword. “I know.” Vedran nodded, “His instincts are that of a veteran.” “Was that what you wanted to test?” Teo asked. “Yes, I wanted to see if he would be able to react when completely overwhelmed. With this, I am certain that we can give him command.” “Command?” Teo frowned, that had never been the plan. At most he would have been a guide and strategist. “Trust me, Teo. If we give him volunteer
The orcs were moving from the west and destroying all villages they came across. Luckily, the orcs were still far from Kirkwall, and they were not marching in haste towards anything in particular. It appeared more that they were moving only when they ran out of supplies. “Would another place fare better?” Jaune asked, considering that it will be hard no matter where. Edvard saying those words must mean he knew something that she didn’t. “I don’t know. I fought the orcs there. They didn’t have enough soldiers to fight off even twenty orcs.” “How can that be?!” Jaune questioned, knowing that Kirkwall was considered a fief with a quarter of Edendale’s population. Even after the conscription they should have had enough to repel an attack at their walls. “The heir took twice the required soldiers for the war effort. After that raid, the village only has sixteen knights and or clerics left. And of those four are the bodyguard of the lord.” “
“That’s…” Teo looked at Edvard in utter shock. “How did you get this?” “It was a gift, actually.” Edvard answered, already having a story planned. “While I was still struggling through the forest, searching for village, any village. What I found instead was an-“ he paused as he almost called Ilvisar an elf. “I stumbled upon a Vespes Prince and shocking they didn’t do much other than ask me a few questions. In return for me answering those, he gifted me this sword as thanks.” Teo had doubt written all over his face, and so too had Nevenka. However, it didn’t matter if the story was true or not. “Make sure to not have the church see that blade.” Teo said after recovering his composure. “Why?” “Because it is a non-human item. It is considered sacrilege to use items from other races.” “Which is one of the dumbest things ever. In terms of enchantments, we have never been able to come even close to the Vespes. And in terms of forging
“Vendelin!” A young girl around 14 shouted from outside the house, currently busy tending to their garden. “Yes, Violette?” Ven replied, looking out from one of the windows she observed the girl hard at work. Her name came from her hair color, a strange shocking purple color. No one knew why her hair was this color, it had baffled even the best of the kingdom of Lithomar. Gabriella had even been summoned to meet the king once, due to her daughter’s strange hair color. Many had believed that Violette might have a unique connection to magic or possibly an unheard of affinity. However, no tests seemed to prove these speculations correct. Despite this, the chance was not abandoned and thanks to this the barony of Prin had managed to prosper as many a seeker of knowledge would come to talk with Violette. It was also thanks to this that Violette had never had a true friend, always pushed to train and master her destiny. The other children were afrai
Waking to the dim light of the cave, Aneko stretched as she climbed out of bed and into the clothes she had been given. It was rough, slightly itchy, and she missed her old clothes. However, she had to try and show her acceptance and gratefulness. “Good morning, Anne.” Luckily for Aneko the Navoi did not make their building according to their stature. At least not here in the city of Hirngan where resources were normally aplenty. “Aneko, how are you?” Anne greeted back. She was Volgrim’s second wife. For the time being Aneko was living in her manor as a-- well her status wasn’t exactly confirmed. Aneko was both a prisoner and a guest, forbidden to leave the manor but free to do whatever she wanted within. In short, she was under house arrest. “I’m good… I see you are busy as ever.” Aneko smiled while looking at the engravings Anne was adding to the shield. Anne smiled but didn’t let her focus wander, as she worked the shield started to shine.