Chapter 209: Scouting Out The Grounds_Mark of the Fool

Chapter 209: Scouting Out The Grounds

 In spite of all the tension the demon summoners attacks had caused throughout Generasi, the venue for The Games of Roal was one of the cheeriest looking ces Alex had seen in a long time. Well, maybe not as cheery as the Rainbow Tower with literal rainbows shimmering inside, but close enough.

 The main tournament grounds were set up on campus to take advantage of the facilities that were already there, like the stadium and sky-track.

 Seemingly overnight, an absolute sea of tents and deceptively permanent-looking buildings had been erected on campus. Alex figured that by using magic, one could build all kinds of stuff pretty quickly. In Alric it took weeks to set up for festivals that were a fraction of the size of The Games.

 Since it was still early morning, there werent too many people around yet, though there were a number of folks setting up, andpetitors for the games were walking around, doing the same thing that Alexs group was: scoping out thepetition, prizes, and where theyd bepeting.

 In the early morning sunlight, a mix of peoples from Generasi and far beyond were organizing their carts, tents, and stalls, throughout the venue, andpleting the instation of magically erected buildings made of colourful woods in all shapes and heights. Dozens ofnguages rang through the air, mixing with the aromas of a variety of foods: some Alex recognized, and some he didnt. It was the same with thenguages, and he kept listening closely, nning to take in as many as he could to go overter.

 He also watched different folks around them, gathering valuable information about their bodynguage from their movements.

 Alex looked high up above them where a busy sky reminded him of the vesparas swarm with how packed it was. Loads of sky-ships, flying beasts and sky-gonds soared through the air, arriving with people from the city bright and early. Judging by how many were alreadying by air, the areawould soon be filled with people, and that wasnt even taking into ount the crowds thatd be making their way over from the city by foot or carriage.

 His eyes returned to the people around him. There were plenty of Watchers of Roal and city guards patrolling the grounds as a presence to keep order, and be on the lookout for the elusive summoner. ording to Isolde, fights and even riots had broken out at previous games. Not to mention all the illegal gambling, excessive drinking and other hot-blooded activities that went hand in hand.

 Among the crowd, he spotted folks that he thought might be more than just the average spectator, vendor, or Games official. If he was reading their bodynguage right, then hed already picked out at least half a dozen inclothesmenin less than half an hour.

 He didnt point them out to his friends: he just kept his eyes out for them. And, for the demon summoner.

 There was no one around the area who seemed overly suspiciousno one that screamed hey I summon demons! or anything like thathe didnt even see any of the other expedition team mem-

 He paused.

 At one end of a long pathway, he suddenly spotted Amirlooking as tired and worn out as usualwalking with his own group. He recognized Sinbrockthe dwarven grad student who worked with Professor ValRok, and whod been the invigtor for some of his examsand some of Professor Jules grad students, some who were on the expedition team, and some who werent.

 There were also three other people with Amir who Alex didnt recognize: aughing, heavy set fellow with dark hair, a thin, rangy young man with a paleplexion who was alsoughing, and a tall red haired young woman who looked just as tired as Amir.

 Are any of them the summoner? Alex wondered.

 From their bodynguage, none of them were acting in any way that stood out, but following closely behind, officers were blending in with the crowd. It looked like all of the expedition team was being followed.

 Still

 He nced at Isolde as the group made their way through the colourful tents and stalls.

 You ever he paused. Think about who the traitor might be?

 The tall young woman froze in the middle of examining armour on disy outside an armourer''s stall.

 Well that was a question right out of the blue, she said.

 Most of their group turned toward him. Thundar and Grimloch were more focused on food that was on disy. A nearby vendor had an entire goat roasting on a spit, and the smell of garlic was filling the air around them.

 Alex idly wondered how Baelin would feel if he saw it. Then again, Thundar ate beef, so maybe he wouldnt care either.

 Yeah, it kinda is butbeing here at The Games has me thinking about it. He nced meaningfully down the street, and Isolde followed his gaze until her blue eyes caught sight of Amir, Sinbrock and their otherpanions as they rounded a corner.

 It just got me wondering. Lots of people here. I dunno, maybe Im just overthinking things, but every time I see one of the team now, I cant help but think about it.

 Khalik sighed. A sad state. Such distrust has ended empires.

 And yet there is nothing we can do about it. Isolde frowned. I must admit that I have my suspicions about some of the membersif that was what you were asking, but I cannot help but feel that sharing those suspicions would be as bad as idle gossip and do more harm than good.

 Yeah Alex said. Yeah, I get ya. Trust and all that.

 He looked up at the sky again. Morning was getting on. Selina and the Lus would be waking up soon.

 In any case, lets go scout out what were fighting for. Itll be a lot cheerier than thinking about traitors and demons.

 Oh holy shit, I am so d I entered these Games, Alex said, barely resisting the urge to press himself against the ss.

 Hm, Khalik said. I thought there would be more. Some prize purses in the past have been much greater.

 Truly, Isolde sniffed. Evenst year the prizes were superior.

 Thundar and Alex looked at each other.

 You two really need a better idea of what average wealth is, Thundar snorted. This is a hell of a lot. Like a hell of a lot.

 Agreed, Theresa gaped.

 Yeeeeah, Alex muttered.

 The prizes for the various events in The Games of Roal were on disy in the central square of the event grounds. On a raised tform, behind magically reinforced ss and watched by several squads of Watchers, were wonders that glittered in the morning light.

 There were multiple suits of full te armour iid with gold and precious jewels disyed as prizes forbat oriented events, like the sky-joust and the grand melee. There were swords with jewelled hilts, and other weapons that bore glyphs with strongand deadlyenchantments. For other events, magical items like cloaks that always kept one protected from the elements, or boots infused with glyphs of running enhancement, would be presented to the winners.

 Cornucopias spilled open with rare magical fruits, or herbs and minerals that were worth a small ransom to alchemists.

 Then there was the gold.

 There was a lot of gold.

 Many of the eventsinstead of a fabulously crafted or even magical itemofferedrge purses filled with glittering gold coins.

 Alex rushed over to the section that disyed prizes for the Proxy battles.

 See that, ygon? He pointed. Thats what were going to be trying to win.

 To his disappointmentbut only a littlethere didnt seem to be any special magical items or other interesting prizes disyed for the Proxy battles. He supposed that made sense: the prizes for otherpetitions were useful for that event. Bows could be won for the archery contest, for example.

 However, the Proxy battle was a battle between summoned monsters, tamed creatures, constructs and other beasts or creations controlled by wizards. Wizards pets andpanions were so varied in shape and kind, that it would have been impossible to know what kind of physical prize would be useful to an as yet unknown winner.

 A magical cor, for example, would be two cors too few for Brutus, and probably wouldnt fit ygon, nor be of any use to him. Armour would need to be fitted to a creatures body, which wouldnt be helpful to a summoner who didnt consistently summon the same kind of monster.

 So the practical solution was on disy: cold, hard coin.

 And there was a lot of it.

 His eyes skimmed over the grand prizes for the lighter divisions:

 Three hundred and fifty gold pieces for the light-weight division.

 Five hundred gold pieces for the medium-weight one.

 One thousand for the heavy-weight, and

 His eyes grew so wide they nearly rolled out of his head.

 Fifteen hundred gold pieces for the super-heavy weight division.

 Thats a lot of bloody coin, he murmured, checking out the prizes for second and third ce, which were purses of seven hundred and fifty, and three hundred and seventy fight gold pieces respectively. Howe its so much bloody money?

 What do you mean? Isolde asked as she was examining some of the other prizes.

 Yeah what do you mea-Oh by The Traveller! Theresa cried, staring at the purses. Thats more than my entire family makes in about ten years back in Alric!

 Yeah, and its a hell of a lot less than the standing bounty for the mana vampire, which you knowinvolves risking your life. Thundar said.

 Indeed, Isolde said. But that is also not a spectator sport that brings thousands of paying visitors from many of the realms north and south of the Prinean Sea just to see the spectacle. Coin begets coin: and many people pay to watch the sport, so those that win are handsomely rewarded.

 Oh yeah, cuz it has so much more value than you know, actually destroying super dangerous mana vampires that would kill everyone. Alex snorted.

 Khalik shrugged. It is the way of things. A soldier in an army risks their life for their lords and their kingdom. Meanwhile, a bard with a wealthy patron lives on the pay and luxury of their liege, and merely has to sing onmand. Three guesses as to who has more coin poured into their coffers?

 Ugh, ah well. And I guess thats why super-heavy weight winners get the best prizes?

 Now you are thinking, Khalik said. It is the most popr of the proxy battleswatching big monsters defeat each other is more of a spectacle than watching small onesand so that event has the most funds for its prizes.

 Fair enough, better for me I guess. Wait. The Grand Battle is super popr, right? He walked along the ss as the crowd around the prizes grew. So whats the prize for-Holy ever loving shit!

 His eyes fell upon a massive chest filled with gold.

 The sign below showed how much coin filled the chest.

 22,500?! he gasped at the amount. What in the ever loving hells! Thatthat could buy a castle!

 He looked at Isolde and Khalik. That could buy a castle, right?

 Depending on where you buildperhaps a small one, Khalik nodded. What do you think, Isolde?

 Indeed, thend would be a major expensethen there is thebour. Perhaps it could buy a t-houseor small townhouse in Generasi, depending on the district one looked in.

 Alex and Theresa looked at each other, shocked at the sheer amount of wealth being casually thrown around during the conversation. Alex told himself that in his future, earning that kind of coin was going to really have to be part of his ns.

 He was sure ygon was worth a lot more than that, but hed rather lose an arm than lose his golem. Well, maybe not lose an arm but-

 Ah, but remember. Isolde tapped the side of her nose, interrupting Alexs thoughts. That prize must be split with up to a maximum of fifteen people on a team. So that is the reason the amount must be so bloated.

 Then what the hell is the grand prize for the whole tournament? Alex rushed over and looked at the prize on the highest disy.

 Rising from the top bracket was another chest filled with ten thousand gold pieces. From that chest standing straight like a young tree that had been nted in the center, was a wizards staff.

 The haft was pure tinum and covered with glyphs, and it had a massive ruby sitting on top, a ruby as big as one of Selinas fists. Alex could see enchantments for spells of Fireball, Lightning Bolt, me Wall and me Scythe built into the glyphs.

 By The Traveller, thats nice, Alex muttered. He couldnt use the spells built into it because they were too advanced and because of The Mark, but it looked really cool. His eyes went wide when he saw that it too was worth ten thousand gold pieces. So the grand prize for all the games is ten thousand gold, plus a battle staff worth another ten. And that goes to one person. No wonder peoplee from so far away topete and watch.

 He noticed that the sheer amount of points needed for the prize waspretty much impossible for him to earn. cing in different events gave you different levels of points that counted toward the whole tournament. It looked like the Grand Battle was worth a lot, but the Duel by Proxy was worth lesspared to other events, like the Sky-Joust.

 It seemed like hed have topete in about five different events to have a shot at getting enough points to win one of the overall tournament prizes.

 Theres always next year, he said. Hey Theresa, whats the top prize for the Grand Land Hunt?

 She pointed up at it. It looks like its a magical quiver that never runs out of arrows, and some sort of hunters horn. She squinted at the horns effects. It says it can only be heard by people you want to hear it, to everyone else, its silent. And whoever hears it, sees a clear image of whatever the person blowing the horn sees. Hmm...that would be great for teams of hunters.

 Alright, well go for that then. Alex said.

 Now that weve seen whats on offer and what we can qualify for, why do we not split up here? Khalik suggested. We can scout out the locations of our individual events before the crowds be too thick.

 Yeah, good idea, Alex said, looking up at ygon. Come on, lets see where well be fighting, big guy.

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Chapter 209: Scouting Out The Grounds