‘He is holding back,’ Jarot thought, watg the fight ily, w if he was also that embarrassing when he was young. He decided against looking at either Gangak and Otkan, who would probably tease him about it. He was fairly certain Bael was one of those. However, he didn’t step forward because Bael didn’t seem to want to kill Adam, just fight. For now.
Also, because his grandson hadn’t dohat yet.
Onward Soar: 1 -> 0
Attack: Phantom (Advantage)D20 + 10 = 12 (2)D20 + 10 = 26 (16)Hit!Phantom: 1 -> 0Mana: 23 -> 22Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 3D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 33 (7)(8)(9)33 damage!
Attack: Phantom (Advantage)D20 + 10 = 19 (9)D20 + 10 = 30 (20)Critical Hit!Mana: 22 -> 21Phantom: 0 -> 1Phantom: 1 -> 0Mana: 21 -> 20Ability: Divine Smite4D6 + 6D6 + 4D6 + 9 = 66 (16)(25)(16)66 damage!
As Bael wound up his fist, ready to punch that puthral armour, Adam flexed his muscles, f himself forward, as Phantom fshed white hot and dark with its irength. Even though he was desperate to win, the half elf held back, taking Crowseer’s warning to heart.
“I shouldn’t have-,” Bael said, feeling the magic pour into his body, through his flesh and bones, pierg into his mind. He punched Adam with terrifying force, but as he stepped forward, he missed Adam’s head, the half elf noting a crackle tig his ear, before the stranger smmed against him, finally slumping within his arms.
Victory!XP Gained: +500XP: 25 000 -> 25 500
‘Phew,’ Adam thought as he held Bael, the fellow heavier than he expected. ‘Hey, Bell, you should have shared the XP with everyone.’
[I did.]
‘Nice!’ Adam thought. ‘Oh. So this guy is really strong? I’m gd I went first then.’
Lay on Hands: 35 -> 34
Adam’s magitly healed the young man, who jolted awake, ready to fight. His body remained frozen, and sino one had e to attack him, he rexed.
“The old man was right, I shouldn’t let down my guard.”
“Are you making excuses already?”
“Me, the great Bael, make excuses?” Bael chuckled, hopping onto his feet. “You don’t have to worry about me keeping my word.”
“I got the raw end of the deal, but I guess ara hand to up the toilets, or to fetch the dirty undry, is still useful,” Adam joked. He retty sure he heard a snap right beside his ear, which could have e from only a particurly vicious punagic that was ready to burst, but had no ce to thanks to him knog Bael out too quickly.
“I heard your abilities were strange, but I didn’t uand how. Now I know.” Bael eyed up the others nearby, from the Iyrmen to the vilgers. “Hey, where are those drinks I ordered?”
“Drinking on the job?” Adam teased.
“I already paid for them.”
“So, how do you know about me?”
Bael gnced around, his eyes crossing the figures around, before his eyes fell to the sky. “Just this person and that person.”
“I thought you’d tell me.”
“You’re too weak for me to tell yht now.”
“Didn’t I beat you up?”
“In this nd, I’m strong, but in other nds, there are those who could kill me with a sneeze.”
‘Who is this guy?’ Adam frowned, unsure of whether he accepted a gift or a poison.
Ohe drinks arrived, Bael offered to pour some for those around him. “Since I’m w, I ’t drink too much.”
Mork accepted a drink from the fellow, still eyeing him up suspiciously. He sipped the drink slowly. “Are you from the Far East?”
“I’m from far away,” Bael replied, sipping more of his drink. “I travelled westward for a short while and arrived here.”
“Are y to sound suspicious?” Adam asked.
“Everyone has their secrets.” Bael smirked slightly, sipping the grain wine slowly. “I’m just a fellow making my way across the nds, looking food fights.”
“Why?”
“That’s what my hero did.”
“Who is that?”
“It’s not heroic to say their name.”
“You should pay your dues.”
“Once I’m worthy.”
“Alright, sure,” Adam said. ‘I guess he’s another Bil then?’ “Do you have anyone hunting you?”
“I don’t… I’m not sure?” Bael recalled a particur figure. “I doubt it, since he hasn’t e to kill me. He probably got himself killed by going after someone he shouldn’t have.”
‘Seriously, what am I doing to do with this guy?’ “Well, if you’re looking food fights, you’ve e to the right pce. We ended up fag Vandra pretty quickly, then we killed some other blue dragon, and that was within a year of making roup.”
“Vandra?”
“Yeah, Vandra.”
“Who?”
“She was a dragon, a white one, and we ended up killing her.”
“Young?”
“No, she was fully mature, Adult White Draght?” Adam asked, and Jurot nodded, ign the fact that Bael seemingly didn’t know someone as well known as Vandra.
“That is impressive!”
“A few days ago we had some monster appear.”
“Who?”
“Starsword.”
“Starsword?” Bael asked, raising his brows in surprise. “Starsword, really?”
“Yeah.”
“The Third Guardian Star?”
“That’s the one.”
“When?” Bael sat up taller, his eyes like that of an Iyrman wishing to hunt.
“A couple of days ago.”
“He must still be…” Bael’s excitement quickly faded, and the young man rexed. “I’ll let him go this time.”
“You’ll get utterly crushed.”
“I know.”
“So why would you fight him?”
“I don’t care if I win or lose, I just want to fight.”
“What if you end up dying?”
“Then I end up dying, and that’s how far my stoes?” Bael wiowards Jurot, chug lightly.
‘This guy’s crazier than me,’ Adam thought, w if he had made a mistake.
“How is the Iyr? I heard that you closed yates retly.”
“It is fine,” Jurot replied simply.
“That’s good.” Bael said no more, instead returning to his memories as he sipped away at the grain wine.
‘This is weird, even for me.’
‘He does not know of Vandra, but knows of our reputation,’ Jarot thought. ‘He must be from the Higher Realm?’
“What are you all doing in this vilge?” Bael asked.
“We’re proteg it, to assist the Iyr, though we’ll be heading baorrow.”
“What fortuiming.”
‘Should we really bring this guy back?’
“How do you know of the Iyr?” Jurot asked.
“The old mao tell me stories about the Iyr.”
“The old man?”
“My great grandfather.”
“Oh yeah? What did he say?”
“He spoke of it highly, and told me that even he couldn’t cause trouble there.”
“Is yreat grandfather a big shot?”
“A big what?”
“Sorry, I mean, is he important?”
“Of course, he’s my great grandfather,” Bael said, smiling warmly, closing his eyes as he thought of his memories with his great grandfather. “Unlike my father, who lucked his way into great fortune, my great grandfather earned his title.”
‘This guy is definitely some kind of noble drakken, or half dragon, on?’ Adam thought, reag up to rub his forehead. ‘At least he’s not stupid, and he respects the Iyr, unless it’s some kind of act? I ’t really read him.’
Due to Bael’s appearance, Gangak decided to escort the group back to the Iyr, taking the carriages, with Jurot and Adam sitting opposite Gangak and Bael.
‘So this is the business?’ Bael thought, his eyes falling across the walls. ‘Is this meant to be an impressive fortress?’
Adam inhaled deeply, still trying to figure out what he was going to tell his wife. He reached up to rub his pulsing forehead, befng to the side. “Hey, Nobby.”
“Executive Adam.”
“Where’s the Mister Boss title?”
“I have to show respect,” Nobby replied simply, while Merl rubbed his arm gently.
‘How dare you flirt in front of me!’ Adam thought, inhaling deeply. As the fort entered his sight and mind, he turned his back towards it. “Where’s Merry?”
Merry sat up, sug his hand, and wheiced his mother, the boy smiled. He stopped smiling when Adam appeared, and as the half elf reached down for the boy, he paused. ‘Hold on. Is this weird?’
“He is growing well,” Jurot said, seeing how big the boy had bee.
“Yeah. I was a little worried, since he was born a little early, but I’m gd to see he’s alright,” Adam stated. “If, uh, he needs anything, let me know.”
“We will,” Merl assured, while Adam stood there awkwardly, though she noted how Adam lost himself to his thoughts for a moment.
‘Don’t worry, Merry. I’ll make sure you grow up healthy and well, alright? I’ll make sure your old man bees a Paragon too.’
The business’ gates opeo wele the carriages, and then…
‘Eh?’ Adam thought, stepping out of the carriage, gng around. “…”
“What’s wrong?” Bael asked.
“The world is so grey,” Adam replied back, before he reached out to shake Dunes’ forearm.
“Wele back, Executive,” Dunes said, noting the appearance of the stranger.
“Yeah. Where’s…”
“I asked them to return back to the Iyr due to your warning,” Dunes said, holding onto Adam’s forearm, while his eyes took in the sight of the stranger. “Just in case.”
“Thanks.” Adam smiled slightly, bowing his head, before leading Bael forward, introdug him to the rest of the business. “This is Bael. He has decided to join us up until the noonval. He will be tasked with general guard duty, and not much else.”
“Hello,” Bael called, waving his hand towards the rest of the business, who eyed up the drakken fellow for a moment.
Adam threw a look to Bil, motioning his head to Bael. Bil bowed his head, before returning to wiping Mustafa’s face, who drank more milk, causing Bil to wipe his face again.
“Your daughter is so sensible,” Dunes said, p Adam a ilk.
“Of course, since she’s my eldest.”
“I eaking of Jirot.”
“Jirot?” Adam asked, raising his brow to the Aswadian, who smiled politely.
“She would not return unless it was with her mother and aunt.”
If you've read my story from the beginning, do ynise Bael?
