“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.”
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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.
“Ven, can we talk in private?” Gabriella asked after her daughter had gone to bed. Currently, Ven was reading by moonlight. A strangely unique activity that wasn’t possible on Earth due to light pollution. “Of course. What is it, Gabriella?” Ven closed her book and turned to her troubled friend. “I’m afraid I’ve been summoned.” “Summoned? Summoned for what?” Gabriella took a deep breath, steeling herself for the answer. Her head was still spinning. “War…” “War? War with who, why are you summoned?” “Come now, Vendelin… You must understand that as the head of the house of Sandor I must lead my men to the battlefield.” “Why must I understand this? No, say no!” “I can’t… The head or heir of the house must join the war, or it will be considered an act of cowardice… I can’t send Violette to war… She’s…” Gabriella failed to finish the sentence as she broke down at the thought, as the memories of her husband and son resurfaced.
Dashing through the woods, Edvard jumped over a fallen tree and disappeared from sight into the underbrush. Behind him, several orcs rushed to where they had last seen him. As they moved over the tree it cracked and split in half. Revealing a pit filled with sharpened logs below. One of the orcs managed to react in time, using the cracking tree to jump away. He was welcomed by an arrow while his friends were welcomed by the sharpened logs. “That’s another seven.” Edvard mumbled as he moved to recover his arrow. “How has the other group been doing?” “It seems they had only managed to lure the orcs into one trap, nearly losing their lurer in the process.” Sighing, Edvard understood that this was difficult for these people. But the difference between the group he was leading and the one Jaune was leading was just too large. Of course, he was doing most of the work. Being the lure, and also the one to kill the stragglers. The six people with him m
The next few days went relatively smoothly. Slowly the group led by Jaune got the hang of this lure and trap tactic. Edvard also became stronger and faster each day.Abigail’s guild had also joined the volunteer mission. Strangely, her magic was not suited for fighting against strong foes such as orcs. The winds she could summon were certainly powerful, but orcs were inhumanly strong.While it could do some damage to them, it was minor. Instead, Edvard found a much different role for her. Wind magic had this very nice attribute when used as a source of healing, it soothed the soul. Or so the explanation went.Edvard didn’t believe in things like the soul, there was and has never been any evidence. The same could be said for magic, so he didn’t outright deny it. But he wasn’t suddenly going to believe everything is magical.Rather, he tried to rationalize it.From what he understood, water magic and the divine magic of the go