Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

536. Good Sir II

“I didn’t wear all my armour, so you’ll have to forgive me,” Adam said, strapping the crimson shield to his forearm, clutching it tight. The shield held a Greater bonus, and held no need for attuning with the shield, meaning it could be used to its full potential at all times, unlike Phantom and Wraith.

The knight bowed his head and drew his blade, wielding it with both hands. It was no greatsword, but it was still a powerful weapon, one with a Basic Enhanced enchantment. He could have used a shield, but for the sake of fairness, and his pride, he decided against it.

“Should we bet on the bout?” Adam asked, stretching his neck from side to side, walking along the soft floor of the pathway which led between the various minor estates. “One hundred gold?”

“As you wish.”

“Alright,” Adam said, pulling Wraith up from his side, casually swinging the weapon around. “I should warn you, I’m not quite as weak as I was before.”

“Nor am I.”

Battle Order
D20 + 1 = 7 (6)

The knight’s entire body burst forth, causing Adam to raise his shield. The flames licked at the edges of the shield as he struck against Adam’s shield. The knight, with a level of brutality Adam had only seen from Iyrmen, showered blow after blow onto the Half Elf, slamming his blade furiously down onto Adam’s shield.

Health: 78 -> 42

‘God damn!’ Adam thought, feeling his arm already beginning to ache from the furious blows of the knight. He stepped back from the force of the blows, but the knight could not keep up his furious assault for long, and in the moment the knight needed to breathe, Adam inhaled deeply.

Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2
Health: 42 -> 47

Attack - Wraith
D20 + 9 = 10 (1)
D20 + 9 = 19 (10)
Hit!
Mana: 18 -> 17
Ability: Divine Smite
2D6 + 2D6 + 7 = 22 (1, 4)(5, 5)
22 damage!

Attack - Wraith
D20 + 9 = 16 (7)
D20 + 9 = 21 (12)
Hit!
Mana: 17 -> 16
Ability: Divine Smite
2D6 + 2D6 + 7 = 23 (2, 6)(3, 5)
23 damage!

Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

Attack - Wraith
D20 + 9 = 21 (12)
D20 + 9 = 24 (15)
Hit!
Mana: 16 -> 15
Ability: Divine Smite
2D6 + 2D6 + 7 = 20 (3, 4)(3, 3)
20 damage!

Attack - Wraith
D20 + 9 = 20 (10)
D20 + 9 = 21 (11)
Hit!
Mana: 15 -> 14
Ability: Divine Smite
2D6 + 2D6 + 7 = 18 (2, 4)(1, 4)
18 damage!

Tough Spirit: 1 -> 0
2D6 + 6 = 15 (3, 6)
Health: 47 -> 62

Adam’s arm moved swiftly, his axe blurring through the air. He met the knight’s blade, but the great force behind his blade caused the knight to slide aside, before his axe continued to blur through the air. Magical steel sang against magical steel, and as Adam pounced on the knight, giving him a taste of his own medicine, each blow hammering down against the nobleman’s personal guard, the knight buckled.

Adam inhaled deeply, flexing his muscles, regaining much of his strength. He looked to the unconscious knight under him, deciding against healing him with his magic, just in case it appeared as though he had cast too many spells. Adam forgot the fact Sir Landon had seen him do all manner of incredible feats, never mind defeating his knight with little to no effort.

Victory!
Knight
XP Gained: +300
XP: 11 000 -> 11 300

“You did not use Wraith?”

“Well, I mean, I did use Wraith, I just didn’t use Wraith,” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulders before smirking. “You’ll see Wraith soon enough.”

Jaygak stared at the pair, her eyes slightly narrowed, her lips pulled taut. ‘Baktu, why did you set me up with these monsters?’ Her eyes then fell to Kitool, causing her to sigh deeply. Kitool placed a hand on Jaygak’s shoulder, understanding the tone of her friend’s sigh. 

A slow clap began, deepening as the figure approached, flanked by his own personal guard. The figure was a man in his thirties or so, with black hair and striking blue eyes. A handsome enough fellow, though his face was powdered and his hair was slicked back neatly. 

“How amazing,” the figure said, smiling wide, revealing his pearly white teeth, though his molars seemed to be made of gems. “I never would have expected to find such great warriors within the third minor estate.”

Sir Landon narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing here, Manon?”

“I was talking a walk, dearest brother,” Sir Manon replied. “Can I not walk through the lands which will soon be mine?”

“There are still a few years left,” Sir Landon replied. “A lot could happen before then.”

“Perhaps,” Sir Manon said, before his eyes fell to Adam and the others. “So you’ve laid your bed with four Iyrmen for the tournament?”

“I’m no Iyrman, Sir,” Adam corrected, taking off his helmet to reveal his face, and his leaf shaped ears. 

“Three Iyrmen and a Half Elf,” Sir Manon corrected. “What has my brother offered you? One hundred gold for each win? Fifty? I’ll pay you double if you work for me, Half Elf. I’ll take the large Iyrman beside you too. I should leave my brother with at least two of you.”

“Unfortunately, we promised Sir Landon that we’d assist him for the tournament, and we’ve signed the contract already,” Adam said. 

“Have you just signed the contract?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can simply burn it before it gets to the guild. My brother can create another contract for the young women beside you, and I can create one for you and that young man beside you. As I said, whatever my brother has promised, I will double.” Sir Manon motioned a hand to his guard, who stepped forward.

Adam eyed up the guard, adorned in full plate, with a large blade on his back. “Unfortunate, Sir Manon, we gave our word to your brother that we’d assist him in this matter.”

“What does your word cost? I’m certain we can negotiate something satisfactory between us.”

“It’s priceless,” Adam replied.

“How quaint,” Sir Manon said. “A thousand gold? Two?”

Adam’s lips twitched into a smile, but he tried to keep it away. “Jurot. What do you think? Two thousand gold to break our word?”

“It is too cheap,” Jurot said.

“How much do you think we should break our word for?” Adam asked, forming a long smirk.

“Nothing less than Sir Landon’s death.”

Adam coughed. He blinked hard, shaking his head, before opening his eyes to stare at Jurot. Sir Landon raised his brows in surprise, and even Sir Manon tilted his head at the words.

“Jurot, what the hell?” Adam whispered. 

“You dare to threaten a noble? Within our own home?” Sir Manon asked, his voice clear and low. His personal guard, who stood next to Adam, reached for his greatsword.

“No,” Jurot stated. “It is the truth. If Sir Landon dies, we will no longer be beholden to him, he would be dead. If you wish for us to break our word, we will not. If you kill Sir Landon, we will no longer need to keep our word.”

“You can’t say it like that,” Adam whispered loudly. “You’re going to get us into trouble.”

“It is no threat, for it is true.” Jurot said. “Even if I did threaten a noble, we Iyrmen follow the King’s Law out of courtesy. If I threaten, or kill, a noble, I will be punished by the Iyr. Only the Biodi would dare to kill me for breaking the law, and only if the pay is right. You Aldishmen, noble or not, cannot.”

The knight drew his greatsword, the large blade made of a darkish blue metal with golden flecks. It shimmered slightly, the flecks glowing lightly. 

‘Jagite, and it’s enchanted? Nice.’ Adam thought, nodding his head approvingly at the sword. He wondered which magical enchantments lay on the blade. ‘I’ve gotta be careful, otherwise they’ll lump me in with Jurot.’

Jurot reached for Phantom, but did not unsheathe it yet. Instead, he looked to Adam, waiting to see what he would do.

“Don’t involve me,” Adam said, raising his hands as he slowly backed away. “You’re the one that can kill everyone and get away with it. I’m no Iyrman, I have to follow the rules of the land, so I’m stepping back. Just gonna step right here, and just watch everything unfold. I’ll let everyone know about what happened.”

Jurot’s eyes fell back onto the knight. He drew his axe, and rolled his shoulders, but made no move to attack just yet. He narrowed his eyes at the large figure, who wielded such a large weapon. It held at least a Basic enchantment, but it was certainly no Phantom.

Adam looked to Sir Landon. “Don’t worry, Sir Landon. I’ll be sure to tell the Iyr that you weren’t involved in this. I can’t promise you’ll be free of their wrath, since I’m not sure if my words mean anything, but the rest of your family? Well, we’ll see how long the Littleseas last.”

“Surrender yourselves before me, and I shall consider it a mere slip of the tongue,” Sir Manon said. “The guards will process you according you to the King’s Law. Threatening a noble is punishable by death, and it will be they who will judge you. Don’t think that you will be able to evade justice either, Fae.”

‘Baktu damn it.’

Damnit, Adam!

Why are you always-

*Rereads chapter.*

Wait. It's NOT Adam's fault?