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“Congratulations
contestants. We are now on the final portion of the Bard’s
Challenge. This is perhaps the most important portion yet! While the
wizards in their towers think they alone can use the arcane
sorceries, we bards know this is not true. For what could be more
trivially useless than the practice of magic itself! But us minstrels
do not live lives of boring study and routine. No, our magic is that
of the heart and the moment. Thus, without
preparing the majority of the spell in the morning, our contestants
have twenty minutes to make the greatest magical display using our
secret reagent. Tobias!”
The back curtains
parted and the aid pushed a large table forward with a great
white sheet covering it. He stood behind the table, reached for the
middle of the sheet.
“Competitors!” he
shouted in a valiantly courageous attempt. “I present to you…
koe-chiap!”
“Koe-chiap?!” all
three competitors shouted in unison.
“That’s right,” the
administrator said, turning to face the crowd. “Imported from the
mysterious distant west is this rare paste. Its use is not entirely
understood but scholars wager it is part of some coming of age
ceremony to test youth’s constitution and vitality. We're told it's
a concoction of pickled fish and spices but believe it’s made from
the ground pulp of a strange red fruit and horse manure.”
Derrek, Laara and Alec
rushed to the table. Great bowls filled with the thick, viscous
liquid were arranged in an eye pleasing manner. There appeared to be
different colours ranging from a sickly purple to a bright green.
“You have twenty
minutes, competitors! May the best bard win!”
Derrek grabbed a bowl,
holding it in his hands and looking expectantly at the others.
“By the hells, what are
we suppose to do with this?” Laara said. “We don’t even have
anything to prepare spells with.”
As if on command, a few
more aids came running out with arms wrapped about large woven
baskets. They set each before the three competitors. Lifting the
lids, an assortment of alchemical supplies and tools were shoved
unceremoniously within.
Laara and Alec dove head
first into the baskets, tossing alembics, pestles, mortars and flasks
aside.
Derrek set aside his
bowl, rooting from some ingredients to work with. He wasn’t
entirely sure what sort of spell he could perform with this
reagent, especially since he never heard of it before. He had
learned a few cantrips at the College as most classes often awarded
bonus marks to the students that could knick spells from the
neighbouring Academy. Dating a wizard also gave certain advantages when it came to
understanding the practice of magic.
His digging eventually
provided enough ingredients for a rudimentary summoning spell. Not the
flashiest magic on the block unfortunately. Summoning spells typically involved inducing a magical
compulsion in some poor chump to go and fetch the desired item for the practitioner too lazy to get it himself.
Derrek looked over to
Laara and Alec. He knew nothing of his female adversary but judging
by her confusion over the proper end of a burette, Derrek wasn’t
too worried. However, Alec was laughing almost maniacally to himself.
It was a little
disturbing.
“I’ve got this in the
bag,” Alec whispered. He threw his materials in the ground in a
great heap, falling to the floor and scratching a rough circle of
chalk upon the stage.
“Oh really? If I
remember correctly you couldn’t even get the simplest light cantrip
to glow.”
“Those are totally hard
and you know it.”
“It’s lighting a
piece of straw!”
“Heh, you’ll see. I’m
going to destroy this challenge and be named Seeker. And you know
what the first thing I’ll do will be? I’ll make a doll of you
and carry you around as my dummy. Then the realms will know
how stupid you really are.”
“That’s the most
idiotic plan I’ve ever heard,” Derrek said as he lay his
instruments carefully out before quickly turning to his rose thorns
and mashing them in a mortar.
“That sounds exactly
like something your dummy would say!” Alec laughed.
“You’re the worst.”
“Hey, want to hear a
joke?”
“Your bardic talents?”
“Why do Derrek’s
songs sound better by candlelight?” Alec upturned a pouch of
marbles, watching them roll chaotically amongst the seals he had
scrawled.
“It
sets a sexy mood because I’m so gods blessedly handsome?”
“Because
you can shove the wax in your ears!”
“That’s
it?” Derrek asked. He began to scrawl his ancient runes upon the
floor.
“Did
you not get it? Need me to explain. Because I can explain if you need
me to.”
“Explanations
are the fastest way to ruin a joke,” Derrek said.
“Yeah,
know the second fastest? You, and being dumb.”
“That’s
two ways,” Derrek said. He began to roll his barley seeds in the
mashed concoction of rose thorn, mandrake root and persimmon skin.
“Ten
minutes competitors!”
“You
know Alec, you’ve always been half the man that I am.
If you want to just bow out now, no one would think less of you. In
fact, they may think more.”
“You
see this?” Alec asked, standing and holding his bowl of ketchup
before him. “This is the image of your defeat.”
Then,
without further provocation, he upended the contents of the bowl over
his head. The liquid seeped over his hair and dripped down his great
jowls. It fell in great globs upon his fancy clothing. The thick goop
rolled over his eyes until he appeared as a great, squishy red grape.
He
stood in the middle of his circle, unmoving. Derrek and Laara watched
with anticipation. The seconds ticked by and everyone seemed to hold
their breath.
A
large glop fell upon the floor at Alec’s feet.
There
was a soft pop once the substance hit the wood and the tiniest wisps
of smoke curled from it. All eyes turned to the stage, where tiny
burnt tendrils seemed to run from the scattered marbles as if they
had given a small surge of electricity towards the foreign substance
but too quickly for anyone to notice.
The
glop fizzed a second time then fell silent.
“Was
that it?” Derrek asked.
Alec
stared at the drop of the floor while still blinking.
“I…
guess? Can you still see me?"
"Unfortunately."
"Damn this useless charm! I was told it would complete whatever
spell I attempted!”
As
Alec ripped a necklace hidden beneath his collar from his throat,
Derrek stood, dropping his small ball of ingredients into some
purified water and mixing it quickly. Then he strolled over to Alec,
careful to avoid stepping on his chalk outline and raised the
container to the man’s lips.
“Here,
drink this.”
Before
Alec could protest, Derrek upended the contents into his mouth. Reflexively, the fat man’s drinking instinct kicked in, downing the
potion in one great gulp. With
the last drop from the bowl, Derrek quickly whispered the
words of completion then attempted to think of some item he desired.
“Yuck!
What was that?”
“Balls!”
Derrek cursed. “I guess mine didn’t work either. I suppose
koe-chiap
doesn’t make a good substitute for blood.”
“Five
minutes contestants!”
Laara
gave a shout of excitement, standing quickly to her feet.
“I
think I’ve got it!” she exclaimed. She turned excitedly to the
judges. She then sang the softest of magical verses. Derrek
recognized the incantation amongst the chorus. It was an old type of sorcery quite similar to the ancient skald verses. With the last
word escaping her lips, a soft glow seemed to surround her. She
looked surprised as she held up her hands. From the mystical light, a string of globes seemed to pull free, floating
before her outstretched arms as if obeying her command. With a gentle
flick of her wrist the orbs seemed to roll excitedly about her like
pretty faerie lamps.
“There
they are!” cried a voice from the audience. “Get the balls!”
“Balls?”
Alec slurred, his voice suddenly heavy as if he were drunk.
From
the audience four people emerged, rushing towards the stage. With
amazing acrobatic flair they tumbled around, beneath and over the
started crowd. Derrek recognized their flips immediately.
“Mikael?”
The
flamboyant man himself emerged from the wings, his
wind-and-fire wheels already in hand. He leapt to Laara’s side, his
shirt unbuttoned down to his navel to display his trimmed and
apparently oiled chest as he prostrated elegantly before her.
“Forgive
me, my lady, but I’m afraid I must confiscate these!”
He
punched her across the face, causing Laara to drop like stone to the
ground. But as Mikael grabbed for the abandoned balls of light, they
seemed to pop into blinding bursts of light the moment his fingers
touched them.
“Those
aren’t the real ones!” cried a voice from the audience. “Find the true balls!”
“Baaaaallllsss,”
Alec slurred once more, stumbling over the stage. He landed, head
first upon the judge’s table, collapsing it to the ground in a
great snap of tinder.
Mikael
and the acrobats turned to Derrek.
“So
sorry, my friend, but it looks like we’re going to have to dance
again.”
Mikael
brandishes his wind-and-fire wheels, the clinking of the blades
ringing clearly through the air.
“Can’t
we just discuss this?” Derrek asked.
“Orders
are orders,” one of the acrobats said.
“And
don’t even think about escaping!” another called.
In
perfect unison, the acting troupe flipped and rolled until they had
him surrounded, their daggers and swords pointed worryingly at
Derrek’s chest.
“I’m
sure this is completely unnecessary. There’s no need to mess with
this,” Derrek said, waving his hand over his beautiful face.
“Well,
you seemed to suggest that you didn’t have the orbs when we drugged
you,” Mikael said. “So, unless the potion didn’t work or you
can resist the effects of a voracity divination…”
“Voracity
divination?” Derrek muttered. “That sounds an awful lot like
something a wizard would make. Where would you get that?”
“Actually,
it was your -“
Before
Mikael could finish his sentence, there was a terrific shatter as an
enormous raven burst through the window. Following it immediately
scampered an enormous newt and black cat. The creatures turned
directly to Mikael, cawing, hissing and newting as they smashed through
the hall.
The
crowd shrieked at this final interruption, scrambling for the doors
in a great, heaving mass from the enlarged menagerie.
As
the critters descended, Mikael shouted, throwing his weapons to the
ground.
“Mercy,
friends! I mean no harm to you, cute creatures of the earth! Peace!”
But,
the animals didn’t share Mikael’s passivity towards nature's kin and
they lashed out with talon, claw and newty mouth. Unable to morally
defend himself from that which he felt need protection, Mikael
screamed as he fled the furry, feathered and scaled onslaught.
The
other acrobats, however, just looked at each other and shrugged
before advancing on the bard.
“There
won’t be any more convenient interruptions to save you now.”
“Stop
right there!”
The
treacherous thespians turned towards the doorway where a tall, eye-patched individual stood with a small contingent of thugs. They raised daggers and crossbows towards the stage as Dian
stepped forward.
“Sorry
for the delay,” Dian said. “But it took awhile to get past the
crowds.”
“I
thought the cat was with you,” Derrek said.
“Gorge?
She’s back at the hideout,” Dian said.
“The
cat is with me!”
Everyone
turned to the back of the stage. Emerging from the shadows in a long
white gown with a glowing staff in hand was a familiar woman.
“Aliessa?”
Derrek whispered.
Dian,
the thugs and the acrobats looked between each other, turning to
point their weapons at as many people as they could.
Aliessa
ignored them all, walking unflinching past the tide of steel. A soft glow seemed to pulse about her menacingly.
Resistance parted before her and the wizard walked undaunted until she
stood face to face with Derrek.
“It
was you.”
“That’s
right,” Aliessa said.
“But
why? Why did you do it?”
“Before
you continue, could you explain what it is?”
Almost
annoyed, every party turned to see Marien crawl out from some
overturned chairs. She was covered in bright red splotches,
suggesting she didn’t fare the trampling too well. However, she
held two blades menacingly between the thugs and the acrobats on
stage.
“It
was I that informed Marien that you have the Globes of Power,”
Aliessa said, drawing herself erect. Marien ceased her advance just
below the stage as the shimmering glow around Aliessa brightened
menacingly.
“But
why?” one of the acrobats asked.
“Because
I knew she needed them to activate the talisman. In truth, I had
hired their party to fetch the globes because it was our anniversary
and we were supposed to spend it together. But that damnable party of
yours wouldn’t leave you alone for three days. I had to be rid of
them if were to celebrate!” Aliessa cried malevolently.
“But
why tell her that?” one of the thugs asked, pointing to Marien.
“Simple.
I knew Marien would kidnap Derrek in order to try and steal the orbs
from him.”
“Wait,
why did you want your boyfriend kidnapped?” another acrobat asked.
“I
needed him gone from his room so Alec Carver could ransack it. I told
the fat fool that Derrek kept his greatest stories with him in a
journal. It would contain the best material of his travels that would
fetch any minstrel worth his salt untold gold in any tavern he
performed them in.”
“But
why did you need Alec to steal Derrek’s material?” one of the
judges who had remained behind asked from his hiding spot.
“I
knew Derrek never kept such a journal,” Aliessa said, her voice
dripping with cleverness. “He keeps everything as a jumble within
his head. But Alec was too foolish to know this. I needed him to just
make Derrek’s room appeared ransacked while Marien had him
kidnapped.”
“But
to what end?” the third acrobat asked.
“Because
Marien would inevitably fail to find the globes on Derrek’s person.
I had sold Mikael a potion, lying to him that the imbiber would be
forced to tell the truth. That way, when Derrek said he didn’t know
where it was, Marien would naturally think it was hidden in his room.
When they returned to the inn, they would see the mess and think
someone else had stolen the globes.”
“But
you didn’t expect Derrek to go to the street gangs!” one of the
thugs accused.
“No,”
Aliessa whispered, her eyes narrowing. “Derrek was able to cure
himself of the potion I fed him. With his mind cleared, he
confronted Alec who almost revealed the plan.”
“It…
it was you,” whispered Laara from the ground. “You’re the one
that sent the giant bird.”
“If
there’s one thing that foolish fat man is afraid of, it’s birds,”
Aliessa laughed. “It was no big challenge, I prepare an enlargement
spell every morning and all I had to do was cast it upon one of my
pets.”
“But
why?” the last acrobat asked. “Why all this subterfuge and
trickery?”
“Because,”
Derrek said with growing defeat. He turned from Aliessa, his heart
heavy in his chest. He could barely form the words to speak. “Because
it’s our anniversary.”
“That’s
right!” Aliessa shrieked, lifting her staff. “Our anniversary!”
The
thugs, acrobats, Dian, judge, Laara and Mairen looked confused.
Finally
one thug raised his hands in defeat.
“I
don’t get it.”
“Don’t
you see!” Aliessa shrieked. “This is because of this damn
Challenge! You never planned on spending the weekend with me at all!
You just wanted to be in this stupid tournament!”
“It
was my dream,” Derrek whispered. “My dream to be Seeker.”
“It’s
just a really bad copy of the Wizard’s Challenge!”
“Wait.
Wait a damn minute!” Mairen cried. “All of this… all of this
was to stop him from competing in this bloody competition?!”
“Yes,”
Aliessa admitted, her voice dripping with acid and malice.
“No
seriously!” Marien shouted. “THIS WAS ALL SO HE WOULDN’T
COMPETE IN THIS STUPID CHALLENGE?!”
The
woman gave off a litany of curses.
“What
a gods damned waste of gold!” she shouted, stomping towards the
exit. “Now I have some thrice cursed useless talisman and no fiery
hells way of powering it and…”
“Wait!”
called the acrobats. “Does this mean we’re not getting paid?”
They
dropped their weapons, turned and slowly edged their way past the
thugs. The thugs then turned to Dian who
merely shrugged.
“I
guess you don’t need anymore protection.”
Dian
led the thugs from the hall.
Derrek
turned to Aliessa.
“Well…
now what?”
“I
don’t know,” she said lowering her staff. The glow around her
shimmered then vanished.
The
hall fell deathly quiet.
Aliessa
raised a hand to brush some loose hair from her eyes.
“I
can’t, I can’t help but feel like it’s slightly my fault,”
Aliessa whispered.
Derrek
sighed.
“It’s
just that this Seeker title really means a lot to me, Aliessa.”
“I
know,” she said. “But I feel… maybe… maybe if I hadn’t
supported you so much you wouldn’t have thought you could get it.”
Derrek
nodded solemnly.
“And
if I didn’t think I could really get it, I never would have tried
to, I suppose.”
“I
guess… I suppose this is it.”
“I
guess so.”
Aliessa
walked forward, lifting a hand slowly to Derrek’s cheek. She let
her fingers brush his skin, to feel his warmth one last time. He
reached up his hand, taking hers. He could feel how soft her skin
was. As she drew near, he was reminded how heavenly she smelled.
They
looked into each others eyes. Hers were welling with tears, the pain
written plainly on her face.
“I
won’t… I won’t say I love you,” she whispered, looking down
and resting her hand upon his chest. “I promised I would never
cry.”
“Maybe
we don’t have to,” Derrek whispered.
“You’re
right,” she said. She leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on
his cheek. “Goodbye… my dear. Goodbye Derrek.”
“Farewell.”
They
embrace. Derrek wrapped his arms tightly about her, holding her
absolutely close. Despite her vow, he could feel her shudder in his
arms and the soft dampness of her tears against his chest. But still
he held her close as the sobs came until she could cry no more.
They
released, but reluctantly. Aliessa hadn’t even noticed she dropped
her staff. She sniffled back a few straggling tears and bent to pick
up her weapon. But Derrek bent faster, grabbing it and holding it
aloft for her to take.
She
smiled weakly as she took it. She turned, walking slowly towards the
exit. Her dress swayed with each rock of her hips. Derrek watched
entranced as she glided away, like the phantom of a dream fleeing the
coming morn.
“Will
I ever see you again!” he called.
She
paused before the door, looking up at him one last time.
“All
you need to do is close your eyes.”
She
opened the door and was gone.
Absolute
silence fell upon the hall.
It
was done. It was all done. Everyone had left.
Derrek
was alone.
In
one fell swoop he had lost his girlfriend and his chance at the
Seeker challenge. He turned to Laara who still lay upon the stage.
Whether she had fallen unconscious again or was merely acting so to
maintain the gravity of the scene, he couldn’t tell. The remaining
judge, in pure dramatic style, had also made himself scarce.
But
surely, there would be no chance of him winning the title now. And
though the winner of the first act was surely going to come down to
subjective opinion, Derrek was positive he had lost the
trivia contest by one point. And there was no way his spell would compete
against Laara. She would no doubt be crowned winner so perhaps this
was her way of repaying him back for being a worthy competitor.
Derrek
turned towards the door, his body felt completely drained. He didn’t
know what he would do now. He didn’t know where he would go. He had
no direction, no aspirations and no future.
The
world suddenly seemed bleak and drained of all colour.
But
then, there was a curious shadow of red and blue that seemed to
skitter across the walls. He paused amongst the wreckage of chairs
and watched as the light danced and bobbed becoming brighter
and brighter as it went. It seemed to be shining from the exit.
Derrek
turned to see Alec burst through. Clutched tightly in his hands were
two small glowing orbs that clinked as he moved.
“Balls!”
Alec cried triumphantly as he held the objects aloft.
“Come
back here you bastard!”
Alec
turned then hurried towards Derrek, his flabby flesh jiggling about
him like so much free jelly.
Just
as the balls were pressed into Derrek’s hands three people burst
into the great hall. The large, dark man had his great two
handed sword drawn and a look of pure bloodlust in his eyes. Following
him was a taller, sinewy, younger man carrying a thinner but more elegant
sword in his hands while dark brown eyes filled with
loathing searched beneath a mop of messy hair. Pulling
up the rear was a woman who looked remarkably similar to the tall
man, a bow drawn and an arrow notched between her fingers.
“Rutting swine!”
cried the tall man. “Give those back!”
Alec
cried, quickly ducking behind Derrek. As Derrek watched the group
approach, the wrath in their eyes seemed to vanish and replace with
confusion and a great deal of fatigue. Up close Derrek noticed they
were covered in dirt and dried blood. Their clothes were ragged and
matted as if they had been through some great ordeal.
There
was a clatter as the great two handed sword fell to the ground in
pure exhaustion.
“Derrek?”
the woman muttered.
“Jeremiah,
Keirn, Kait,” Derrek said. “You’re… you’re back!”
“And
we have those damnable orbs!” Keirn cried, pointing his weapon at
the globes in Derrek’s hand. “Let’s get those to Aliessa so we
can finally be paid. I really need a bath and a nap.”
“Oh,
I don’t think she’ll be wanting them now,” Derrek said with a
shrug.
Keirn
stared at him unblinking, his brain slowly processing this new
information. His sword clattered to the ground as he fell to
his knees and cried with hands upturned to the ceiling.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”