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7/8/2025, 3:01:44 AM
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>“Right, the Competition. You’ll help me with that, right? What can I expect to encounter?”
“How should I know?” Bronte shrugs, exasperated.
>“What? What do you mean? It was your idea was it not?!”
“Well, the concept was!” Bronte says defensively. “It’s not like the Sages would let me design the thing though! Do you know how much trouble they gave me when it came to even trying to get the thing off the ground? If I hadn’t agreed to leave the planning of the Competition to a neutral party, it was possible they may have revolted right then and there!”
>“A neutral party? In this place?” You scoff. “Who could that possibly even be?”
“Have you heard of the Yasha?”
>“Oh fucking great.” You groan, remembering that milk-drinking weirdo Kosmas. “Yes, I have. I thought they were in the pockets of the College?”
“The College may send them on investigations, but they do not answer directly to them. The Yasha are the most fervent adherents of the Sorcerer King, and to them, the only thing that matters is that they follow the letter of the law exactly as it was written by Xenophanes and his lineage. At the very least, you can expect them to be impartial, and to abide no shady business.”
>“Is there truly nothing you can tell me that will afford me an advantage?” You sigh deeply. You were really looking forward to cheating in this thing.
“Only this.” Bronte says. “The Competition will take place in what is known as the Tower of Illusions. It is a massively sprawling spire, built by Xenophanes himself. It is home to a special sort of magic capable of warping space and time within the confines of its walls. It was speculated that it was what Xenophanes had used when planning this city. While no one can reproduce that magic outside its walls, there exists a control mechanism that allows one to manipulate the inside as they see fit. This is where the Yasha will test you.”
>“Sounds annoying. Can’t we just bash each other’s brains out and be done with it?”
“Yes, but not at first. There were 58 contenders in Morfis as of this morning. You are the 59th. The Yasha will test you until only 8 remain. At that point, the test will stop, and the few of you left will face off tournament style for Yulia’s hand. All you need to do is make sure you are among the final 8 standing. My advice to you? Make alliances with some of your fellow competitors. Ones that you trust will not betray you at an inconvenient moment. I believe several of them will be seeking allies to try and make it to the end together.”
>“I’ll take it into consideration. Anything else?”
Bronte shakes her head. “Only that after this, I can not readily meet with you again. The last thing I need is suspicion arising that I’m playing favorites.”
>“Heh, figured. No worries. I’ll crush this thing, no problem.”
>“Right, the Competition. You’ll help me with that, right? What can I expect to encounter?”
“How should I know?” Bronte shrugs, exasperated.
>“What? What do you mean? It was your idea was it not?!”
“Well, the concept was!” Bronte says defensively. “It’s not like the Sages would let me design the thing though! Do you know how much trouble they gave me when it came to even trying to get the thing off the ground? If I hadn’t agreed to leave the planning of the Competition to a neutral party, it was possible they may have revolted right then and there!”
>“A neutral party? In this place?” You scoff. “Who could that possibly even be?”
“Have you heard of the Yasha?”
>“Oh fucking great.” You groan, remembering that milk-drinking weirdo Kosmas. “Yes, I have. I thought they were in the pockets of the College?”
“The College may send them on investigations, but they do not answer directly to them. The Yasha are the most fervent adherents of the Sorcerer King, and to them, the only thing that matters is that they follow the letter of the law exactly as it was written by Xenophanes and his lineage. At the very least, you can expect them to be impartial, and to abide no shady business.”
>“Is there truly nothing you can tell me that will afford me an advantage?” You sigh deeply. You were really looking forward to cheating in this thing.
“Only this.” Bronte says. “The Competition will take place in what is known as the Tower of Illusions. It is a massively sprawling spire, built by Xenophanes himself. It is home to a special sort of magic capable of warping space and time within the confines of its walls. It was speculated that it was what Xenophanes had used when planning this city. While no one can reproduce that magic outside its walls, there exists a control mechanism that allows one to manipulate the inside as they see fit. This is where the Yasha will test you.”
>“Sounds annoying. Can’t we just bash each other’s brains out and be done with it?”
“Yes, but not at first. There were 58 contenders in Morfis as of this morning. You are the 59th. The Yasha will test you until only 8 remain. At that point, the test will stop, and the few of you left will face off tournament style for Yulia’s hand. All you need to do is make sure you are among the final 8 standing. My advice to you? Make alliances with some of your fellow competitors. Ones that you trust will not betray you at an inconvenient moment. I believe several of them will be seeking allies to try and make it to the end together.”
>“I’ll take it into consideration. Anything else?”
Bronte shakes her head. “Only that after this, I can not readily meet with you again. The last thing I need is suspicion arising that I’m playing favorites.”
>“Heh, figured. No worries. I’ll crush this thing, no problem.”
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