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Chapter 605: Victory, Spoils and Celebrations
🕑 Added 2023-06-09 21:51:00 +0000 UTC“Serving a crushing and total victory to every team who opposed them! Leaving devastation in their wake! Here are our first place victors in the Grand Battle! The Team of Terror! The Masters of Mayhem! The Destroyers of Dreams! The team of Alex Roth; Isolde von Anmut, Khalik Behr-Medr, Thundar, son of Gulbiff, Hogarth of the Rhinean Empire, Svenia of the Rhinean Empire, Grimloch, Najyah, Brutus aaaaand Claaaaaaygooooon!” the announcer screamed, his voice rumbling through the air.
The crowd’s roars seemed almost loud enough to shatter the sky, and Alex felt like he was ready to drop as he stood on the centre podium with the rest of his team.
In one stroke, they had wiped out their closest rivals from last year with a victory so decisive that their point total was quite nearly an order of magnitude higher than that of the second place team.
Meanwhile, the team to his right who’d claimed second place, was the very team Alex thought would do so; their elated friends from first year of the Art of the Wizard in Combat had taken second place…
…and they’d done it by using a strategy Baelin would have likely encouraged; picking their battles, destroying remaining members of any team that Alex’s wrecking crew had already rolled over, and making short work of those weakened teams…like a proper, opportunistic wizard would.
Malcolm, Rhea and Eyvinder looked particularly smug, and the fire wielding elven wizard gave Alex’s group a wink, while Malcolm mimed buying them a drink.
Alex and Khalik caught each other's eye, bursting into laughter as officials approached them with gold medals and congratulations ready to drape on them.
“Well, we did it.” The prince grinned through his beard.
“We sure did!” Alex cried.
“We will have to drink to this later,” Khalik clapped him on the shoulder.
“Maybe until we burst,” Alex agreed, high on victory.
Their team—filled with giddy energy—fell silent as the announcer continued.
“And now, let’s welcome Gemini—leader of the Watchers of Roal—to offer a few final words summing up the Grand Battle!”
As he drifted down, Gemini floated up, meeting him in mid-air, her single eye fixed on the crowd like an eagle.
“And so this concludes the Grand Battle, the final event in the Games of Roal,” she said, raising her hands to quiet the crowd. All around, the audience’s voices lowered, soon falling to a rapt silence.
She nodded in the stillness. “Thanks to each one of you for coming out to support our Games and helping to make them, and our final test of skill—the Grand Battle—a rousing success. As all good things must come to an end, it’s time to turn our attention to the closing ceremony for the Grand Battle, but I have a few words to say, if I may.”
Gemini gestured to an illusion of Oreca’s Fall floating above her. “The Games of Roal are both fun, and games…literally, as it states in the name. But now, more than ever, we cannot forget what the Grand Battle represents: an exciting mock battle between wizards, their companions, guards and minions. In the course of the Battle, we may be fortunate enough to witness great victories, the likes of which we saw today.”
Above her, the image shifted away from an aerial view of Oreca’s Fall to a close up of the monument to the fallen who’d fought and lost their lives repelling demons the previous year.
“But we can never forget that, though there are glorious victories in war…there are also crushing losses. Or often victories that cost lives. The warrior’s path has a price, and even for those who do not take the sword, spear and battle-spell into their arsenal, they can also be part of the price that is paid. Keep this in mind, young competitors. We must always pay attention to those who fell yesterday to help to preserve the lives of those living today.”
She bowed her head. “Their sacrifices are the greatest gifts that they could give, and that we could receive. May they know peace.”
She looked back at the crowd. “But today is not a day of loss…today is a day of victory! Let us celebrate and enjoy the fruits of the fine displays of arms, might and skill that we witnessed. Here’s to the victors of the Grand Battle!” She bowed her head to the podium where the winners were assembled.
“To the victors!” the crowd roared.
The audience’s voices and applause thundered through the air, and Alex beamed as he drank in their appreciation.
‘Well, if you have a mind to grab me and bring me back to Thameland, oh hidden church, I think you’re going to get some pushback from folks who object,’ he thought to himself.
Alex closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the audience cheering his team’s names.
It was the most beautiful sound he’d heard in a long time.
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“So, we made hundreds of thousands,” Kybas whispered, making the crowd’s roar the second most beautiful sound Alex had heard, at least today. “If we total our winnings from all the bets we made, then it’s well into the hundreds of thousands. This is a lot better than winning the Games’ grand prize! I was sad I didn’t enter enough events, but who cares!”
Thundar and Alex gaped at the small goblin, mouths hanging open like they were welcoming flies as the group gathered in a forest some distance from the stadium grounds. Isolde kept looking around, making sure they hadn’t been followed; since after the closing ceremony, a massive crowd had formed around them, asking for autographs, demanding interviews and trying to involve them in all sorts of ventures.
It took the combined intimidation factor and might of Grimloch and Claygon, to help them get through the crowd and make their escape. After meeting up with Selina and Kybas, Khalik had greeted his parents and Sinope before gathering around Alex and the other wagerers so they could teleport across campus in a series of short ‘bursts of teleportation.’
Now, they were surrounding the goblin, waiting for news of their winnings.
And the news he had?
Was fantastic.
“Kybas, are you telling me I’m rich?” Thundar gaped. “Like…swimming in gold rich?”
“You’re up over a hundred thousand after everything!” Kybas’ voice was filled with awe. “It’s amazing. Really, really amazing!”
“That’s uh…that’s one way to put it,” the minotaur leaned against a tree, barely holding himself up. “I never thought I’d have so much gold.”
“Me neither,” Theresa said in a dreamy voice. She pinched herself on the cheek. “I should start talking all posh and wearing silk gloves. Hah…haha…But seriously, I’m going to buy my parents the biggest house…”
“They’d like that,” Selina said. “I’m glad everyone got what they wanted from so much evil, illegal gambling.”
Everyone looked at her in shock, until Isolde erupted in laughter. “Yes, Selina. That was exactly how I told you to say it. You are a very wise young lady.”
“Isolde, you traitor!” Theresa cried mournfully.
“Someone has to stop the young from falling into degeneracy,” the noblewoman sniffed.
“No.” Grimloch rumbled. “Degeneracy’s called for. We should rent a hall. Drink our faces off and laugh.”
“I like the sound of that. I’d say that’s one of your better ideas.” Thundar agreed.
“My better ideas involve eating, let’s do that too.” Grimloch added.
“True, so let’s be degenerates then, let’s drink, stuff our faces and celebrate. We can talk about what we all did, especially that crazy teleporting you did, Alex…cuz like…I didn’t know you’d gotten that good with it.” The minotaur laughed.
“Yeah, Alex!” Selina cried. “That was amazing, you’ve gotta tell me what you did!”
“Well, let’s see if we can get a hall rented. Oh wait, uh….probably not going to happen. I bet you every restaurant and beer hall in the city’s completely booked up.” Alex said, scratching his head.
Khalik’s eyes twinkled. “Let my mother and father worry about that.”
“Oh?” Kybas blinked at the prince. “They can get us a reservation?”
“Let us just say that they are…well connected.”
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Alex had visited a number of nice restaurants and bars since coming to Generasi, but the Golden Dragon was far more than just nice.
It sat on a hilltop in one of the wealthiest areas in all of Generasi, the building was massive, resembling a small castle of white stone with hulking golden towers.
Curving through the restaurant’s spires was an immense dragon statue, plated in gold, looking ready to launch into the sky. Its eyes—seeming to watch all who entered the grounds—gleamed like rubies the size of Selina’s head.
The interior was palatial, crafted of marble, mahogany, crystal and brass. Its walls were lined with fine oil paintings. Fountains, standing in the middle of multiple dining rooms, sprayed water the colour of the sea into the air, then cascading down in waterfalls, water sprites dancing through the falls.
The place was built for comfort and awe.
Every seat was as soft as a cloud.
Literally.
Each seat was an actual conjured cloud, every chair back was woven in the shape of a curve—glowing with inner light—inviting guests to sink right in. While sitting on them, it was easy to imagine what it must feel like to relax on the softest, lightest, cushions from the heavens.
And they well suited the ambience.
The tables were forged of brass and carven elfwood, alive and pulsing with calming auras.
In a corner of each dining room stood a large podium, on which a series of tiny constructs—no larger than one’s thumb—stood, playing magical instruments wrought of wood and platinum.
Their tinkling tunes filled the air, brightening the faces of even the king and queen’s dour bodyguards, who were paying little attention to either food or drink as they carefully scanned the room, doorways, and everyone who came through them.
The watchful guards, whose tables were positioned around the central one, were solemn, but the boisterousness of the central table more than made up for that.
Everyone was there.
The king and queen were sitting at the top of a long table beside their son and Sinope. Further down, sat Alex and Theresa with Selina on her brother’s right side, while Claygon stood behind them, chatting with the dryad.
Their friends were spread out on both sides of the table.
Thundar passed a bowl of gravy to Isolde, who sat between Svenia and Hogarth.
Grimloch was practically inhaling an entire basket of lobsters, shell and all. Kybas was happily sucking out the sweet flesh from a blue crab’s shell.
Their other friends were there too, joining in the celebration.
Toraka Shale and Sim sat across from Lucia, who’d been in the stands for the Grand Battle, though Alex hadn’t seen her. Friends they’d made in first year Art of the Wizard in Combat, including Nua-Oge and Shiani were celebrating, though, the fire mage seemed somewhat distracted by all of the opulence around them.
And finally, Carey, who Alex had spotted in the stadium.
The air was filled with warmth and cheer, as well as the excitement of victory.
Alex, was grinning, explaining to Selina just how they’d achieved that victory.
“You remember that thing I’ve been working on?” he asked her, pulling out a pendant, forged in the shape of a lantern. The Traveller’s symbol sparkled at the end of a chain.
“Yeah,” she said, taking a pendant with a similar symbol from the neckline of her blouse. “But like…how did you teleport around like that? I didn’t even see you casting spells! And you did it so many times!”
“Hah! I know, right?” he said excitedly. “Well, you know what I figured out? Using it is a bit like using a muscle. Each time I practised with it and pushed it a little further toward its limit, the more that limit expanded. It’s been taking less energy to use, and I’ve been able to teleport further and further each time I’ve practised with it.”
“So that’s why you’ve been hiding out in your lab?” Theresa asked. “Practising?”
“Yes,” Alex said. “I’ve been trying to explore the power. If I manage it, then I’ll be able to get to the empire pretty soon.”
“Great, that’s great news,” Theresa beamed.
“Yeah…” He looked at her sidelong. “It is.”
The young man thought about Brutus, Harmless and Najyah, who were, no doubt, being spoiled in a room designated for familiars.
‘In the next day or two,’ he thought. ‘I’ll propose and give her my engagement present. Then after that? It’s Irtsyhenan Empire time.’
“Sinope, I just want to say that you have been wonderful during the tournament,” Queen Ishtar said softly, drawing Alex’s attention. “Meeting someone who has supported my son so well, someone who makes him smile as much as he does, and who brings her own wisdom to your partnership, has been a joy.”
Khalik suddenly looked embarrassed.
“You are good for our son,” the king agreed, “And I hope you will always take care of him. We were always going to give your pairing our blessing, unless you proved to be…not who you seemed.”
Aksuma looked at Sinope closely, almost as though he was seeing through her, and something clicked in Alex. The whole time, Khalik’s parents had been watching her, seeing if she was genuine, looking to see if she was sincere.
They’d been cautious, measuring her, quietly observant, trying to see if her intentions toward their son were honest.
Sinope beamed, kissing Khalik’s cheek. “You are both wonderful as well; fine trees to my mighty oak flower. Though, I will tell you that even if you had said no, I would have never let him go.”
“We know,” Ishtar said. “We know that well, and that’s one of the reasons why we accepted you.”
Khalik’s shoulders shook. “Thank you, mother and father. Thank you!”
His relief touched Alex to the core. ‘What a moment…by the Traveller, I wish I could preserve it forever…Huh…maybe I can!’
Digging into his pouch, he retrieved Hannah’s artefact. “Listen up everyone, there’s something I want us to do together!”
With her ‘phone’, he could capture this moment forever.
Though he had no way of knowing just how important that decision would be.
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Author's Note
Hello twenty-three cool fools, almighty chosen, wise sages, and mighty champions! Thank you for your support!
And so ends Games of Roal round 2 and now...pay no attention to the foreshaodwing in this arc, haha.
Cya tomorrow!
Comments
Brotato
As Alex takes the picture his phone is going to ring, and on the other end of the line will be someone asking him about his car's extended warranty
So did grimloch place overall? I feel like winning four events puts you pretty high in the standings
mant06
Into the lands of Bloodwalkers and hopefully some runemarked. Edit: has Isolde someone in her family with a gambling problem?
