Powers of a New Age
Twenty-Ninth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
There were some points you couldn't make in a letter, some truths that ink and paper could not tell, so Valaena Velaryon had asked a favor of Tyene, Lady Sandviper she was now by the King's will. Her father now stood beside her, shifting uneasily beneath his glamour as though expecting the magic to suddenly fail and some fellow spectator to point to him dramatically.
Or maybe he is uneasy about me, the girl thought, though she pushed it aside. He
had been proud when she had shown off Dawnfyre, even when she had explained, as much as she could at least, the substance of her studies at the Scholarum. The team fights were not that different than a traditional melee at the end of the day, only limited in scope so the spectators near and far could actually see something beyond flying dust and flaying limbs.
The serpentfolk team slithered onto the sands with the cold majesty of bygone power gleaming again in the sun, like some ancient fresco made animate—the sorcerer-priest garbed in the robes of his god, the Guardian Naga gleaming gold as a dragon's hoard, and the pale mage-lord with twin heads hissing in the breeze, tasting it for some scent only he could name.
"Two heads." Her father's voice sounded faint. "Is that unusual for his... er... kin?"
"Very, and it gives him a marked advantage in a mage duel," Valaena replied. "Each head can work a spell independent of the other, you see. Even beyond that, his knowledge of hex-craft is among the greatest I have ever seen. It has to be of course, living as he does among the timeworn spells of his ancestors. Much like a rotted roof-girder that might break and drop stones on one's head, failing magic can be deadly in ways the original enchanters cannot anticipate."
"And you know all this because you've been there." The words were less doubting than they had once been. The sight of a two headed snake-man and another giant snake with the
head of a man put as much weight to the words as Valaena had hoped. Her father, no
the Lord of High Tide, needed to understand this new world if House Velaryon was to prosper, and the other team had an even more important lesson to teach.
From the other end of the Circle four figures emerged—the silver haired huntress floating gracefully as an arrow on the breeze herself, the gentle healer smiling and waving to the crowd even as power sparked merrily in her eyes, the fire dancer garbed in crimson silk and arcane fire as she made her very entrance a performance, and last but not least the Fallen whose tale she would not tell her father, not now and perhaps not ever. It would feed too much into the stupid rumors about 'consorting with fiends,' and clearing that up is not why she had brought him to the Circle today.
"Those three are Lady Lya's arcanums. They jest that they are her daughters, but in truth they are closer to soul-sisters, wrought of her own blood and, hmm... I suppose you could say branching aspects of her soul. Common really isn't the best tongue to explain it, even as far as I can understand the process. In your letter you asked what 'another wizard' could bring to the King that he did not already possess. Well, it's easier to show than tell..."
Valaena was rather proud of the fact that her father did not try to interrupt her, nor did he try to refute her point out of hand before seeing the proof. He merely nodded, his eyes fixed upon the sands.
With the last call of the horns the serpents were swiftest to move, the Naga rising into the air on great wings
akin to those of dragons, the priest casting a spell of warding, whose gestures Valaena could not read, upon the pale mage while he worked a deadly curse upon the air. From one hand a web of dark sorcery flowed, a
curse echoing four times upon itself, but only the Fallen whom the curse had first struck and the flame dancer were tangled in its strands.
The second head was no lesser in peril as it sought to bind Mereth to stone, piercing her the wards of her nature with
prescient sight, but the Fallen would not yield, arrows flying so swiftly the black shafts seemed to blur in her fingers. Once... twice, and by the barest hairsbreadth thrice the arrows struck, while together Mercy and Aradia ascended into the sky each working magic in their own manner.
Aradia's bow grew bright as an
arc of moonlight in her hands, while Mercy cast cast an unraveling forth to strip the golden serpent of its wings and so it plummeted to earth, its coils missing Nuri by the merest margin as she threw herself between the priest and magelord, not near so graceful was she as when she had entered the Circle... but enough... enough for sword strokes, enough for blood.
For a moment forgetting her father beside her, Valaena was lost in the excitement of imagining a duel against the flame-born warrior. Win or lose, that would be a fight worth having.
Though wounded, the Naga was far from bested by the fall. Hissing and spitting poison, it fell upon Nuri, savaging her, while the priest of Yss called on the power of his god to heal the magelord who was the strongest among them. Alas for him that even cursed and wounded Nuri's blades were quick indeed as he struggled to avoid them, the spell sputtered and died.
Again Riz'Neth spoke, twin rays of blazing
light emerging from his gullet to blind Mereth and Aradia both with their glare. Alas for him that blindness did not seem to bother either warrior much. Four more arrows sunk into the pale scales, and so the sorcerer fell.
The others were outmatched, this Valaena knew for she had fought beside Svitran in the dark halls of his ancestors and she had seen the Naga battle Mereth. The battle lasted a few moments longer as the priest struggled to revive the fallen mage, but Mercy turned his spells back ere they could be fully cast. Soon he too crumbled under a hail of arrow-fire. The Naga lasted a little longer, time enough to bring Nuri to her knees to force the Fury to draw her sword, but soon enough the soul-forged sisters of the Queen-to-be were bowing to the crowd accepting the accolades for their triumph.
Lord Monford Velaryon applauded more reservedly as he nodded to his daughter, a spark of pride in his eyea. "I admit you have a keener eye for the truths of this new world than I, but then that has ever been the virtue of younger eyes."
OOC: For anyone wondering how Riz'Neth managed to cast Reached Chain Bestow Curse, he has Easy Metamagic and Arcane Thesis. Also, I know I used his picture before but I thought a visual reminder of what Monford was seeing was in order for full effect.