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A man is shouting in the streets:
"Remember folks! Today there will be two matches where the first of these. The fight between Neerayne and Dakkarum will occur in just two hours in the central arena!
Once again we are very sorry for this confusion."
Bafae strolled right into the reserved seating area occupied by the Lagornian nobles and himself. "How comical" was all he could think of at first. But then he wondered; Bafae lingered there as if wanting to stay close to him, her first opponent. In an effort to see how easily her mind would sway, he'd pretended to cheer (definitely not in character for him) for the geomancer. As expected, Bafae cheered as well.
The most curious thing was when she actually asked him about constructs. Why in the multiverse would she assume that he'd tell her about them? He had paused, but then decided he should try and be friendly with her; it couldn't hurt. He told her a bit about the first constructs, their purpose, their makeup. He was careful not to give her too much that she'd understand, but lots of general information, probably more than she could really retain.
"Then I saw her again" Mishra thought as he continued to work "heading to the Library."
Mishra had already gotten the merchants to promise that they'd allow him to use his constructs in the tournament. They swore they could pull a few strings if necessary and he'd be able to enter with as many metal men as he wished. He laughed inwardly at this, since he would be able to bring pre-assembled pieces with him either way and get them operational them in the blink of an eye, but this would give him an additional upper-hand. Mishra hadn't allowed anyone to see what the Assembly-Workers were capable of. Lagornians knew nothing of them and the other competitors would think they were slow and better at moving boxes around than fighting. Things were falling into place.
Mishra was grateful that the merchants had called off work for the day in honor of his upcoming contest. This meant that everywhere Mishra went, including to the first contest of the day, he would be flanked by ten unwavering constructs. The sight of which even struck fear into the hearts of his new allies, let alone everyone else. Mishra was lauded as a conquering hero everywhere he went, and he hadn't even proven anything yet.
"Just wait" he thought.
The Market place:
“Hello scum do you know anything about my opponent, Mishra?”
“I do, I also can give you something to help you.”
“Great, first the item then the info.”
“Here are some pellets, 50 to be exact, upon touching metallic substances they cause tiny electrical sparks, possibly an small explosion, or a slight increase in heat to melt away the metal.”
“Thanks this will be great!”
“Also I have heard that some merchants around here might be helping him. And that he has another secret weapon, but know one knows what it is.”
“Okay? Could you help me in that case...maybe rig some traps. This is a bug smcity and you seem to have plenty of connections.”
“Sure.”
After meeting with the merchants Bafae continued to study her opponent from a distance as to not alert him of her presence. Hopefully some more scum are here to help her.
Well, the competition is soon (I might or not know anything about his secret plan) I just have to be prepared for anything, and be on my guard.
Time to craft some of my own bombs, probably some smoke ones and some slight toxins and explosions.
“Time to have fun!” Twirls dagge tosses it up in the air and catches it in between her feet while doing parkour.
Merchants chuckled dryly as Bafae left their "meeting." Why would they betray their champion?
The whole pellet thing struck me as odd since our host has already told us that Lagornians know nothing of constructs. It seemed reasonable to me that a "random scum" character would be bought off before he'd have high-tech implements.
Sorry if I'm getting a little carried away with it. )
"You do know that Mishra made those pellets, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I know we got off to a rough start, but trust me. Mishra made these pellets, and they are gonna backfire"
"I'll believe you for now... but if I found out that you lied!"
With these words, she threw away the box.
Jahanacicus smiled. It was a very Mishra-like stunt he pulled of. The pellets were his creation. And now, he had controversy. And the public saw him as a holy avatar, warning of danger. He played the same game as Mishra, and he was good at it.
#IdeaInterception
Either way, you've still got one other contestant to face at least before you get a chance at Mishra.)
(Still don't know what to do, so... just gonna leave it to whatever it is then. Also, tf is going on with this whole mess of a story actually? Nah, doesn't matter whether I win or lose anyway. Bye.)
"You've had a hand in the results of the matches haven't you? Your grin when the machine made that comeback, and your silence afterwards, didn't go unnoticed."
He gave a quick look around the arena as he scouted the others. Mishra was particularly easy to detect with his small army of assembly-workers.
He kept an extra eye on the podium in case that pale man would appear again. none of the hosts had appeared yet.
He took his seat and waited. The rune enchanted Crastinian dagger that he had gotten from Dakkarum just before the fight felt powerful in his hands. He could'nt wait to test it out.
He then saw that the the water around the circle had been drained and some openings now where visible. "How strange" the thoght.
Neerayne was waiting in the middle of the circle for her opponent which she did not know yet had been strengthened by Jahanacicus' magic.
Dakkarum finally appeared.
Some fat unknown man now appeared. He did not feel rather proffesional nor secure as he presented the contestants.
"We have in this arena today. A skilled warrior of high skill from the dark world of... of eh dark matriarchy. I present to you, Neerajn Dorit"
"From the world of Phyrrexian comes the Viridian blood warrior, Skilled with the skills of bloodletter. I present to you, Dacka, Rummirran Blodteller!"
Maern laughed hysterically in the back of the audience.
Mishra gave a heavy sigh, "worthless fool" the thought for himself.
"Let the third battle of this arena begin!"
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/neora-path-of-the-samurai
The problem, however, as she realised once she reached the town square, was whom to approach. The vast majority of Legornians seemed unconcerned about such issues. The situation was further compounded by the Bomat Couriers and Assembly Workers wandering here and there, doing errands. She knew they would promptly report any of her actions to Mishra. She had to avoid catching their attention.
Lie low, Radhe. Lie low.
Radhe's first purchase at the market was a maroon headscarf. It was followed quickly by the acquisition of a large grey shawl. Draping these garments over her to conceal her appearance, Radhe went from person to person, asking them what they knew of the local plant life near waterbodies. Most turned their heads. Some genuinely said they didn't know. Finally, she encountered a rather wise-looking woman, who said, "I don't know. But I can help you find out!" Excited, Radhe followed her along the narrow alleyways, until they arrived at an ominous building. Radhe immediately recognised what it was, and was terrified. She tried to tell the woman that she was okay, and would handle things from here, but the woman was having none of it. She took Radhe inside and began to rummage through a shelf. Radhe was gulping with trepidation. She didn't have to go through this.
"Aha! Finally!"
The woman pulled out two rather fat tomes, and read their titles out aloud. One was titled 'Ramji's Ultimate Visual Guide to Lagornian Flora'. It had a colourful cover, and seemed like a children's book. The other was called 'Aquatic and Riparian Plant Taxa of Lagorna and Surrounds', by a certain Herb Waterman. This had a plain brown cover, and appeared to be more serious and scholarly.
Radhe bit her lip in shame. She couldn't muster up the courage to tell this woman that she couldn't read.
"Between these two, you should find nearly anything you want. Enjoy your day!"
The woman patted her on the head, before departing the library. Radhe wanted to bury herself underground. Her withdrawal from society coincided with what should've been her school days. Karni pampered her, let her have her way. He never insisted that she learn the basics. And she was grateful to him for that. Until today.
The sudden memory of her father jarred her a bit. She wished he was okay. She did miss him a lot more than she let on; she had to pretend like she didn't, lest she drown in sorrow and homesickness.
Radhe pushed the unhappy thoughts out of her head. She needed a solution, and quickly. The library wasn't open forever, and she wasn't going to become literate any time soon. She leafed through the Waterman book. It made absolutely no sense to her. She wasn't going to make any headway with that. The picture book, on the other hand, might be useful, but it couldn't tell her much about the plants whose pictures she was looking at, other than their appearance. She couldn't even read the captions.
Humiliated tears began to well up in her eyes, but she suppressed them. There must be a way out. Then she noticed Leandra in a corner of the library, poring through her notes, occasionally pausing to refer one of over a dozen books that lay on her table.
Radhe was in no doubt that Leandra could read. But would agree to help? And was it worth divulging such a crucial weakness to a potential rival? Radhe had no choice. Without learning enough about the biology of a plant, she couldn't even hope to detect its life-force with her magic, let alone draw orbs and craft replicas. Besides, Leandra seemed among the most calculated and reasonable of the contestants. She might make a valuable ally, particularly against the likes of Mishra or Jahanacicus, whose power and influence on proceedings was far beyond that of others.
She decided to approach Leandra for help. What could go wrong? At worst, she'd decline the request.
Let's do this.
(Just felt it would be no fun if characters didn't have weaknesses or vulnerabilities.)
(The ball is in your court now, @Lujikul)
(In the time it took to post this, things have moved ahead. So, this takes place before the battle begins.)
@Faiths_Guide yeah exactly.
If a character gets information it should be from a logical source.
No character will be rewarded for making too many assumptions outside of their character.
Also to get much information about others costs time as there are often many steps involved. Make it seem like it takes alot of time for the character to find out information that should be somewhat hidden.