Arc 12 Post 1: The Sword and the Sorceress
The Sword and the Sorceress
The First Day of Elnu-eza (Elnu Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
A return to life aboard the ship is easier on the mind and on the stomach than you might have feared, it seems the habits of the past year do not so lightly fade. It helps that you now know what to pack and what to leave aside more than when you set off from Alexandria. You will not be going to many feasts this season but again to war and so the fine tunics had been left behind at the Respite and left behind also had been the lazy days of winter by the hearth. As the weather stays fair for the first few days out of Orinilu you spend much of it in sparring, shaking off the rust of of long training, strange as that is to say, but no less true for it. It is one thing to train to thrust and parry the spear, or how to carry armor with grace, and quite another to face off against an opponent that would challenge you... and Tom certainly is that.
You win four out of every five bouts, but with about twenty to thirty every day you end up staring at the boards of the deck often enough that you could count the knots in the wood regardless. It does not really help that Durendal sulks at having to extinguish its fire and turn its deadly edge away, the spirit within is still young and prickly in the pride of its forging. How does one even teach a sword restraint when they had been wrought for the single purpose of ending lives?
"You do not have to really," Esha says from behind you and only then do you realize you must have said the last aloud. "It is a sword and so cannot slay anyone without your say so, without your hand on the hilt."
"It seems... ill done of me to compel it without understanding," you reply slowly
She tips her head to the side and looks at you, blinking slowly. "No... that still looks strange from this angle. You are an odd fellow, Roland de Verley, and and I do not mean from whence you came."
"Shall I take that as a compliment?" you chuckle, knowing the answer. Bu still it is pleasing to hear from such fair lips isn't it? What was it they said about the sin of pride, that t was first and greatest? That you can well believe.
"You are odd enough to welcome such company as mine and for that I am glad," the sorceress answers archly. "Perhaps what you need is more sparring partners..."
"I've tried that and it does seem to be more content to abide by the rules when it is one against many, but the only other person besides Tom whom I can duel alone is Wanderer and he took dog's watch yesterday."
"How about me then? Do you want a dance?" She asks and by her smile only a fool would mistake the double meaning, but by the same token she brings her staff up into a guard. The offer itself is not a jest. Less answering those troublesome questions and more in the way of adding another, what does one do when one is challenged to a spar by a beautiful woman?
Alas your lessons in etiquette have been lacking, you will just have to make it up as you go along. "I would be honored, my lady."
Trying to fight Esha is a bit like swimming against a strong, but unsteady current, she is not so skilled as to surprise you and certainly not given to knocking the legs out from under you the way Tom is wont to do, but she is armored in sorcery not steel and it is as though the air itself rejects your blows and turns them aside, just when you least expect it. At first it feels like you are trying to hit a ghost, but eventually you realize she does not really have control of what her power is doing, it is simply a veil she had woven, sure as a chain shirt, sure as a fine shield, but a chain shirt can be pierced and a shield pushed aside. You learn the place were the magic is weaker, the time when the veil is thinner.
There, now... you cut. A flash not of light but darkness passes through the air and a chill runs down your blade as it moves too fast striking the underside of he jaw leaving her skin raw and red with the touch of burning bronze.
"I'm sorry I..."
As you look on the mark vanishes as Esha seems to heal before you eyes in a way that seems chillingly familiar for a moment, but not near enough to assuage your guilt.
"What are you waiting for?" she asks in challenge. "For me to raise that death ward again? When a wizard duels time is on ours side, a spell of sleep or blindness only a few moments away, but it turns against us when many face off against one." She looks around the circle of watching Fellowship arms-men and sailors. "That is why fear is such useful weapon and why so many weave it into their spells." Her hand contorts in arcane gestures and cold words from her lips fall. Terror passes over you like a shadow but it finds no grip.
By the end of the session the men had learned a little more about how to fight a magician in a duel and you had learned that one can train the mind to cast off enchantments, though not without the cost of a splitting headache in the bargain. At that point your sword had finally learned why you wanted it to dim its flames, you do not know how but by the end all that emanates from it is not frustration, but a sort of hum that is probably attempting to be soothing.
That is when you find out your sword cannot carry a tune.
What do you do next?
Social Stage 1/4
[] Keep up the language lessons, by the time you make it back to Orinilu you might even manage to only sound like a foreigner instead of a concussed foreigner in their tongue (Improve Language proficiency)
[] Try to learn a bit about navigation (Can select Profession Sailor or Knowledge Astronomy as skills next level up)
[] Hugh the younger wants to talk to you about... something. From the look on tom's face it is not too serious, though he does perhaps frown a bit more then the norm about whatever this is than the norm
[] Write in
OOC: AC 21 and 6 renewable temp HP is no joke in terms of tanking. I thought I'd show that off a bit here as well as the reactions to it. Also, I have decided to number the stages for things like this so you guys have some notion of how many actions like this you can take per journey, hope it does not feel intrusive and is helpful in longer term planning on these journeys
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