[Fensalir] The Tournament of Plants and Potions, Challenge One

75th of Ashan 720

The cities and villages of Melrath are as varied and diverse as they come. The capital of Raelia is the the jewel of this western kingdom, playing host to a merchants, artisans, Aesir priests, as well as a cut throat political landscape dominated by the nobles of Raelia. To the south in the depths of the Myrkvior Forest lies Melrath's second largest, and oldest city, Fensalir. Here people have learned to live alongside spirits and the natural world by maintaining their loyalty to traditions laid down the first Melrathi. To the east lies the small fishing village of Noatun, and to the western mountains rests the Mer city of Verimeer, the brewing town of Alivilda and the alpine village Vormund.
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The Tournament of Plants and Potions
75th Ashan 720

CHALLENGE ONE
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75th of Ashan: “Tournament of Plants and Potions” In Fensalir, House Namdalen and House Magnus decide to host a tournament. It is meant to serve as a recruitment drive for Ydalir rangers and herbalists, as well as alchemists for House Magnus. Jarl Sebastian Magnus, and the recovered Jarl Samuel Namdalen (who’d spent Cylus poisoned from the assassination attempt in late Zi’da), are both in attendance along with other prominent members of their noble houses.

Herbs and Medicines Challenge One: Identify different unique plants set before the participants. These plants are Melrathi in origin, though a few Outlander plants are also included to create a challenge. Those who identify most of the plants continue to the next challenge.

Alchemy and Potions, Challenge One: Identify different unique alchemical ingredients set before the participants. These range from all over as to where they originate and mostly include powders and reagants. Those who identify most of the items continue to the next challenge.

The tournament of Plants and Potions took place in the city district Springwater. It was at the festival meadow of Fensalir.

The weather had sometimes been rainy during Ashan, but the rains had been warm and brief. Some mornings had been misty and followed by rainstorms. The Melrathi chalked this up to the benevolence of the Induks. It was due to the successful ritual sacrifices in Cylus! The rain was life. The farmers expected the harvest to be plentiful this arc, a gift of food for people and animals. Because a gift it was, a gift from the spirits.

There had also been bright and sunny days. The temperatures stayed at warm, only the mornings and evening being chillier. Now, in the late part of Ashan, there was no doubt that the warm time of the arc had begun. Nature and wildlife were flourishing and life was pleasant. Spring breezes and short rains were still a thing, but the sunny weather was taking over.

Many said that they met Anaks (small spirits) when they worked in the gardens and on the fields or did other things outdoors in spring. According to the stories people told about the encounters they had been nice. Some had also seen Anak be as nice to outlanders as they were to native Melrathi. Somewhat confusing, wasn't it?

Springwater was a picturesque part of Fensalir. There were cottages with gardens, artisan workshops and cosy small taverns. Many crafters lived there. Due to the festival meadow, it was the favourite district of performers and artists. It also attracted gamblers and creative entrepreneurs. The district was lawful (most of the time) albeit it had a reputation for “liberal views”. But, it was nothing like the criminal neighbourhood outside the city proper, Fenmoor.

The atmosphere was lively this beautiful day. The tournament and all the entertainment and business it entailed had a huge crowd. They were from other parts of Fensalir as well as visitors who had travelled here for the tournament. It was like a festival, with food stalls and music and happy people having a good time in the lovely weather. Some were only there to enjoy themselves and took little interest in the tournament. But, to the people who worked with plants and medicine or with alchemy, the tournament was the main reason for being there.

Ashling and Tristan were both going to take part in the tournament. She would compete in the plants and medicine contest, he in the alchemy contest. The betrothed couple had ridden down from Raelia a bit earlier in Ashan. Tristan was new to the city, but it was Ashling’s home town. She had family there (her mother) and friends and acquaintances. Once in a while, she ran into people she knew.

Some seemed a bit uneasy when she introduced them to Tristan. The Fensalir views on outlanders varied, but many were of the opinion that it was best for Melrath to stay isolated. It was best to avoid bad things from abroad. It was possible that some also were outright against outlanders. Those might and even had helped the Aesir and Ragnari to catch and abduct some foreigners back in Vhalar. But, it seemed like Tristan had a way with people. It was easy to like him and he made no offensive social gaffes. It amazed her how well he seemed to blend in and get along with people. Even those who seemed a bit standoffish seemed to thaw up a bit when Tristan smiled and spoke to them. In Raelia she hadn’t thought so much about this. But, in Fensalir it felt important what people thought of her betrothed. She loved him and so she hoped that he would be accepted in Fensalir.

Now, a herald called for attention from the participants. Those had gathered in front of the big tent where the tournament would take place. The tent was a rustic construction of wood covered with dyed cloth in many colours. People who had bought tickets had already taken their seats inside it. So had the Jarls Namdalen and Magnus (who hosted the tournament) and their entourages.

The herald held up a big scroll and began to read the rules aloud. For a start, alchemists would compete against other alchemists. Herbalists would compete against other herbalists. Due to the nature of the first challenge, they would let two people at the time do it in parallel, one of them an alchemist and the other a herbalist. This was to prevent people from cheating by sabotaging their contestants ... but the herald didn’t say more. They wanted to keep up the excitement!

Not so long after the announcement Tristan and Ashling and the other contestants entered the tournament tent. The Jarls sat on impressive chairs on a platform. In front of them, on the ground below the platform, stood two sturdy work tables. They were laden with high-quality equipment for alchemy and herbalism. The table to the right, facing Jarl Magnus and his company, was the alchemy work table. The table to the left, facing Jarl Namdalen and his company, was the worktable for herbalists.

A pleasant hostess explained this to Ashling and Tristan. The girl took time to explain it extra much to the handsome outlander with the dazzling smile. Ashling felt a bit annoyed at the girl and gave the hostess cold eyes. The girl's smile froze a bit and she scurried away to do other things than smarm for Tristan.

Ashling looked at the Jarls. They said that Namdalen wasn’t healthy. It might be true. Right now he looked unaffected. Both Jarls looked very powerful. They wore full official regalia to show their positions as heads of noble families of Melrath. Their entourages were also dressed up. The tournament was a serious affair and not a countryside spectacle.

The audience behaved like it was a countryside spectacle though. They cheered when Tristan and Ashling and the others entered. The pleasant hostess came back to organize things. The girl wanted to ingratiate herself with the beautiful Tristan so she put him first in the line of alchemists. Ashling, being from Fensalir and well known there managed to take the first place in the line of herbalists. Jarl Magnus rose and announced the first challenge in alchemy people fell silent. The tournament began and so, Tristan and Ashling took their places in front of the worktables.

The first challenge in alchemy was to identify four different unique alchemical ingredients. These would range from all over Idalos and mostly include powders and reagents. Each contestant would get a personal set of ingredients to work at, so it would be impossible to cheat, Tristan would get one point for every ingredient he would identify correctly. It meant that he could get at most four points if he would succeed with the identification of all the ingredients. If he would fail at them all the points would be zero. So, he could get 0-4 points depending on how well he would do. They hoped that was clear!

The five alchemy contestants who identified most of the items continue to the next challenge.

“But first, my good man, please introduce yourself!”

A scribe sitting on a stool at a small table, beside the big carved wooden chair the Jarl sat in, would note Tristan’s name in a ledger. Servants stood ready to bring forth the ingredients to identify. The alchemy challenge would begin as soon as Tristan had made his introduction. Once Tristan had completed his part, Jarl Namdalen would take over, announce the plants and medicine challenge and put Ashling to work.
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Tristan supposed that he should be nervous because he was going to take part in such a big and important event; he wasn’t though. After he had confided in Ashling that he had been blessed by the Immortals, and she had been so kind and accepting, he had a hard time nervous because of anything. Besides, he was quite an excellent alchemist. He was almost as good as Padraig Augustin the man that had married the woman he had loved once upon a time now. So, what could possibly go wrong?

Besides, Springwater was just such a lovely place, and there was something about the mood of the people around them that was just absolutely contagious. And then there was Ashling who was next to him, of course. He couldn’t help but smile, even when the people that his beautiful grey-skinned fiancée introduced him to, were a bit uneasy. He didn’t mind that they were suspicious of outlanders. They hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know him yet!

He just wished he had put on a more traditional Melrathi outfit in order to blend in even better. But alas, the other set of clothes that he had brought with him smelled of horse after he had spent a couple of trials riding Maxos, the big, black stallion that he had arrived in Fensalir on (and that had been named after Peake Maxos Andaris who had been one of the most dangerous men in Rynmere back in the day).

While the herald read the rules, he let his gaze drift across the other participants for a moment before it settled on the man again. Truth to be told, parts of the rules made little sense to him. If they wanted to prevent cheating, they could just give people different reagents instead which would also make the tournament itself a bit more interesting and exciting. He didn’t say anything though, but simply nodded along and smiled before he entered the tournament tent, offering his beautiful fiancée his arm as he did so.

Once he saw the Jarls, he bowed in a sign of deep respect (and silently wondered about Jarl Namdalen’s health as the man looked fine to him). In Rynmere, he held a similar position, but here, he was an outlander and still a largely unknown factor, and thus such a gesture seemed appropriate to him. The hostess that explained the tournament setup to Ashling and him was … pretty. He couldn’t help it. Before he had met Ashling, he might have taken the opportunity to smile at her and maybe even flirt a little, but as it was, he considered it better to feign indifference. Besides, nobody was as amazing as Ashling!

He only loved her!

Before he took his place, he kissed her (a brief, gentle kiss as he didn’t want this to become some sort of spectacle, the tournament was a fairly serious affair after all) and told her, “Good luck!” Having said that, he proceeded to introduce himself, inclining his head politely once more. “My name is Tristan Venora, Duke Tristan Venora”, he added. Tristan was not the kind of man that bragged about his being a noble. It seemed equally inappropriate to him to pretend to be a commoner though, considering the situation at hand. “I studied alchemy at the University of Scalvoris”, he added as mentioning that he was actually qualified seemed important to him (although some of the people here had probably heard about his cat-speech potion or the anti-winter potion that he had invented the cycle before).

Having said that, he turned to the first challenge, eying the glass container filled with a milky white powder that was presented to him and furrowing his brow in a mixture of confusion and concentration. After a moment, he opened the container, smelled it and stuck a finger that ended in strange Vri nails into the powder (because he had already concluded that it was safe to touch at this point). A few trills later, his eyes lit up and then he proclaimed, “That’s Naf-rush, a powder that is derived from the spinal fluid of the Nafinju that is a somewhat odd bird-fawn creature that lives in Southern Idalos. It is used in medicine and chemistry, among other things, in order to speed up the reaction. I used it a couple of times myself!” he informed them proudly and quite happily.

He didn’t tell them what exactly he had used the powder for though. Naf-rush was one of the ingredients of his anti-winter potion that had become somewhat popular the cycle before, when temperatures had dropped to way below the freezing point. He didn’t think that people would buy it anymore if they knew that they ingested a little bit of spinal fluid every time they used a vial, and he wasn’t particularly interested in being broke!

Since he had left Rynmere and couldn’t rely on his family anymore, he actually had to work every now and then!
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What else could Ashling do than admire Tristan! The reagent he had identified seemed a bit icky, but plants could be icky too. Some of them looked innocent but had very nasty effects.

At this point, she spotted a well-known face in the audience. It was Sol’ange, her mother. Ashling was happy to see Sol’ange there for several reasons. One, who doesn’t want their mother and teacher there when they star in a contest? Two, who aren’t happy to see that they aren’t a competitor. Sol’ange’s skill was such that Ashling didn’t’ doubt that her mother would have won if she had entered the contest. It was so much better to have her in the audience!

Besides, now Sol’ange could see Ashling’s future husband in action. Now she would see that Tristan was an ambitious and competent man and not some outlandish fop. It would be good if Sol’ange saw this before Ashling introduced her to her new son in law to be, yes? The two hadn’t met yet. Ashling and Tristan had arrived just in time for the tournament and it had seemed best to take one step at the time.

Speaking of competitors, the other alchemists hadn’t seemed to admire Tristan at all. The opposite. None of them applauded. One tall lean man with a haughty mien seemed particularly negative. She could hear the others call him Biarne so she assumed that was his name. Ashling didn’t know him. But, he seemed to be well-known among alchemists.

Biarne spoke in a loud voice. He explained that the task Tristan had done had been extraordinary easy. The man didn't seem to care that Tristan probably heard what he said. According to Biarne it would be a scandal if a prissy outlander would pass to the second round of the contest. It could only happen due to sheer luck! A buxom young man with a striking multicoloured hairdo was quick to agree with Biarne. His accent was like Biarne's and after listening to the pair Ashling knew that they both were from Vorkund. The other alchemists were more soft-spoken, and some of them looked uneasy when the rantings continued.

Ashling felt annoyed, but there was no time for her to say anything. Namdalen bade her step forth and tell them her name. It was her turn to introduce herself.

“Ashling Grayhawk from Fensalir,” she said (or shouted, as there was a lot of buzz in the air). The audience cheered like crazy. The lion’s share of them was from Fensalir. They wanted a local contestant to win, what else!

Warmed by the support of her fellow Fensalir citizen’s and the presence of her mother Sol’ange, Ashling felt a blush rise on her ashen cheeks. It was so important to her to do her best now! But, Jarl Namdalen seemed thoughtful as he watched her. For a few trills, he seemed to have forgotten what his next line should be. It seemed like he was about to embarrass himself by being speechless at a public event where he played an important role. But, then he spoke, after all, giving an abrupt order to let the test begin.

A boy ran forth with a flower resting on a small red velvet pillow. It looked very posh! Ashling had to smile because she knew that boy. It was the youngster who had crashed the wagon, on the journey down to Fensalir. He was Jorg Magnus, age fourteen or so and a threat to any well-organized party, contest or other events of importance. How this little lout had managed to get trusted with bringing her the plants was an enigma.

Jorg beamed at her though. Ashling smiled back. A glance at the people at the other worktable told her that the annoying hostess fussed over Tristan, giving him eyes. Ashling’s smile faded a bit at the sight, but there was no room for keeping an eye on it. She had to focus on her test!

Jorg put the small pillow on the table in an unceremonious manner. The flower promptly rolled off from it and lay on the table like a wounded weed somebody had tossed away. The lack of elegance was total. Ashling made a mental note to volunteer Tristan as a tutor in etiquette and style. Or not. Tristan might not want to teach young Jorg good manners.

The flower wasn’t too spectacular. It was also very easy for her to identify it. The scent was only too well-known to Ashling. She happened to have spent a lot of time searching for this very plant in Raelia last arc. In the end, she had found out that a couple of flamboyant biqaj mages had bought the whole stock and made perfume of it. It was the favourite scent of Adèle Air’ryn, an acquaintance she alas had made in Zi’da.

The plant was small with silvery-green foliage and a white flower.

“This is Hadelwiz,” she said. “It has a very special fragrance and is often used in perfumes. It grows at higher altitudes in Melrath and is rare in Fensalir. The medicinal properties are not impressive. But, milder plants have their use and it’s not always we want to make very strong medicines. “

Ashling saw Namdalen nod, but he didn’t say anything so she felt that it was best to continue. “This plant isn’t toxic and it has no side effects.”

Namdalen nodded again. Now, he announced the first of her plant test finished and handed over to Jarl Magnus again. Then he leaned back in his chair, seeming relieved. A servant promptly handed him a glass of water. Ashling felt confused. The Jarl looked vigorous enough, but his performance hadn’t been impressive and he had made very quick work of it. She didn’t know him though. Could he be one of the shy people who were uncomfortable with public attention, even though he was a Jarl? Or was he only more tired than he showed?

Anyway, it was time for Tristan to continue. As the flirty event-hostess, now in charge of bringing him the reagents, sashayed forth with a smug smile, Ashling gritted her teeth.

The people from Vorkund, Biarne and “Buxom” made ready to comment on Tristan, his test and the result. They were already telling all who wanted to hear it (and all who didn’t) that the outlander was going to fail. Well, in case he wouldn’t cheat, of course. There was that. They encouraged people to keep their eyes open!

Jorg tugged at her sleeve. “That’s them,) he whispered in such a low voice that only she would hear him. “They are the people I ... drove away from on the road. Those others. If you recall.”

Oooo...kay! So The Two from Vorkund had been the people Jorg had felt so nervous of. It had made him drive at high speed in panic, crash the wagon and get his older brother trapped under it. She looked at the pair from Vorkund with extra interest now!

“I can tell you that the outlander is faking it.” Biarne laughed out loud. “Look at the outlander’s attire. If I ever saw a charlatan dressed up to fool the pants of gullible people it’s him! I bet that hostess is in league with him. Look how servile she is!“ /align]
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Had Tristan known that Ashling‘s mother would be in the audience, he might have been a little nervous, after all. Participating in such an important tournament hardly made him nervous at all, because he knew that he could do it – but his future mother in law? That was really scary! In fact, he considered Ashling’s mother that he had yet to meet to be almost as scary as the shadow monsters that had troubled Rynmere once upon a time. If she didn’t like him – if she didn’t like him, he would probably have to forget all about his engagement and leave Melrath in shame (and he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go then)!

Truth to be told, Tristan had thought that the audience would be a little more impressed with him. Nobody admired him though, and nobody applauded either which was weird. He … he did not pout as that would be a rather childish kind of behaviour, but he did look a little disappointed for a moment, and when Biarne claimed that the task that he had been given had been extraordinarily easy, the young duke’s gaze darkened noticeably.

He opened his mouth in order to tell him what exactly he thought of his stupid comments and point out that he had successfully identified a reagent that came from a creature that was not native to Melrath and proceeded to argue with him which would likely have made things even worse. Fortunately, he didn’t get the opportunity to even get a single word out as Namdalen asked Ashling to step forward and introduce herself.

It was her turn now!

He closed his mouth again, relaxed and decided to focus on his fiancée rather than on those people. Ashling was much prettier, and besides, they weren’t really worth his attention anyway.

Ashling received a lot more support than he did, he noticed. People actually cheered for her while they hadn’t cared about him at all (apart from a somewhat portly man who muttered something about feking grey-skinned half-bloods). He didn’t mind though. He cheered together with them because he really wanted her to do well. In fact, he wanted her to win the thing!

He didn’t notice Jarl Namdalen’s temporary forgetfulness (although his performance later in the contest and the way he leaned back in his chair would make him wonder). He was much too busy watching his beautiful fiancée, holding his breath for a moment as he did so as he was so excited. And then Jorg Magnus suddenly showed up and brought the flower to Ashling.

He remembered the boy. In fact, he remembered every single little detail of their encounter. Since Vri had blessed him, he had a perfect memory and could never forget anything again (he even remembered events that had taken place in his early childhood now).

Jorg had pointed a crossbow at Ashling and him and threatened to shoot them when his older brother Joran and he had had that wagon accident. He had thought that they were bandits or something like that though, and he’d been scared, so there were no hard feelings.

Tristan would have pointed a crossbow at potential bandits as well!

With that thought in mind, he continued to watch the proceedings – until the pretty hostess suddenly showed up again. He looked at her for a moment, and then he focused on Ashling again.

The flower that Ashling was supposed to identify had landed on the floor, he noticed and furrowed his brow slightly. Apparently Jorg was quite clumsy and didn’t know much about the proper behaviour either which made him wonder if he’d be able to make some money as an etiquette teacher if alchemy ever stopped working. He was better at this etiquette business than anybody else in Melrath, and there seemed to be a bit of a demand!

When Ashling correctly identified the plant at Hadelwiz (which made him think of witches for some reason), he beamed at her and applauded, and so did most of the rest of the audience (because she was a local, after all, a nice girl from Fensalir), apart from the portly man who decided to take the opportunity and make even more racist comments.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not going to fail”, he murmured as heard Biarne’s and Buxom’s comments and turned around in order to accept his next reagent from … the flirty hostess. He sighed inwardly as wasn’t sure how he was supposed to deal with her. She was pretty, really pretty, but he was engaged – to another contestant who was in the tent right now. Should he tell her that he wasn’t interested in her and that there was a young woman in his life (who was much more beautiful than she would ever be in his opinion)?

He decided that the best course of action would be to just ignore her attempts at flirting with him for the time being, but be polite whenever she said something to him. So, without further ado, he took the next reagent and began to inspect it.

Tristan had a lot of experience when it came to weird reagents such as spinal fluid and snail slime (another favourite of his; it was quite an excellent binder), but a little less when it came to nice and normal plants which was why he just stared at the thing on his table for a moment.

It was some sort of thick, overly long, puke yellow grass with bulbous seeds attached to it. He poked it tentatively for a moment, finding its surface quite rough. It was … by Zanik, Vri and Vhalar, what was it called? He was pretty sure that he had eaten it once, when he had gotten sick after trying a more questionable aspect of the local cuisine. It was some sort of …

“Gluenlep!” he exclaimed. “It is a plant that is native to Melrath. When eaten raw, it helps with nausea and vertigo. It loses that property when it is dry though. Furthermore, it’s quite a useful alchemical reagent. It makes flame burn longer and brighter! I think I’ll add it to my next batch of combustible ice!” he informed the audience, smiling, in spite of the fact that the audience didn’t seem to care much about him.

He had taken part in a sculpting contest that winter though, and he’d made ice sculptures that burnt due to being treated with a special alchemical mixture. He’d only come second place, but he hadn’t minded because coming second in a Melrathi contest as an outlander was quite an accomplishment!
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“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not going to fail”, Tristan murmured as heard Biarne’s and Buxom’s comments. Ashling heard that! She liked it!

The contest continued. Ashling watched the identification of Gluenlip with the avid interest of a herbalist. She did admire Tristan’s achievement, but not out of unconditional love. She respected him for his competence. His knowledge was impressive and the things he spoke of were intriguing. She memorized it as it was useful knowledge for her as well.

This time some people gave Tristan wild applause. They were the younger people in the audience. They shouted a plethora of questions about “combustable ice” at Tristan. What was it? What did it do? When would he make it? And, very important, how could they acquire it?

Other people who were less loud and sensation-seeking applauded too but didn't shout. Those were the serious professionals who hadn’t cared to join the contest but were there to watch it. They had no problems with appreciating Tristan’s competence.

Biarne and Buxom did of course not applaud. But, other contestants were now distancing themselves from those two croakers. Several of them showed the common courtesy of applauding a worthy competitor. It stood to reason to think of Tristan as an interesting person to work with after the contest...for people who were able to take a long view.

Ashling applauded like crazy! Tristan was the best! (And so beautiful!)

But, she looked daggers at Biarne and Buxom, “Portly” and the flirty hostess (“Flirty”). Those were in for consequences. Ashling’s sev’ryn inheritance and upbringing and her profession as a healer didn’t mean that she was meek. People could often mistake a soft approach for compliance. But, Ashling wasn’t particularly compliant especially not toward people she found bad. It was no coincidence that her spiritual familiar took the shape of a Hawk. The eídisi inheritance in her, although not encouraged by her mother, was still there. It was an inner force in Ashling, silent but not unimportant. She would deal with “The Croakers” (Biarne and Buxom), “Portly” and “Flirty”... oh yes, she would deal with them!

Tristan seemed to ignore the verbal mud the goofs were throwing. He actually didn't seem to flirt with that hostess either. His conduct was flawless. But, Ashling was so not going to ignore people who tried to harass her or Tristan! Being Melrathi she found it better to “speak with them”.

“Shut up fat man,” she told “Portly”. She didn't even try to be polite. “And don’t come to me next time you need medicine due to having over-eaten, just saying!”

This open aggression toward “Portly” earned her a mix of appreciative cheers from supporters nearby. But, some believers in eternal politeness frowned upon her behaviour. Ashling didn’t care about the latter people's opinions. Weaklings! Smarming for dumb and abusive people was not on her agenda. If “Portly” was being a douche she would “payback”!

What the always polite Tristan thought of this was unknown to Ashling. But, as it happened, she had one ally who gave her their full approval. Young Jorg Magnus, age fourteen or so, did not like “The Croakers” and “Portly”. Those were harassing the people who had saved him and his brother. Jorg was all for helping Ashling to deal with those culprits!

“Yea, shut up!” he said to “Portly”. Jorg’s voice was, as usual, a bit unstable. His reply had begun in a menacing deep baritone but in the end, it cracked. “Portly” laughed at him and didn’t care to answer.

The colour was rising on Jorg’s young face and he fisted his hands. But, there was no room for going on with the confrontation, because Namdalen was now ready to give Ashling her next task. Jorg had to drop the hostilities, run out and fetch the next plant for her.

He came back and put the plant in front of her. Ashling looked at it. The anger was still brewing in her and for a moment she felt like she had never seen the plant before. But, then she recognized it (at least she thought so). “It’s Melrathi Catnip” she announced. “I have used it for the healing of animals. It has sedative properties so it’s very useful when you deal with aggressive or nervous individuals.” (She didn’t mention that it could also be useful for dealing with troublesome people, for example by spicing their drinks with it, which she had also done.) “Cat’s love it,” she continued. “It can also prevent pregnancy ... and end it. People who are pregnant may want to avoid it. It’s not a poisonous plant, but it’s dangerous to them nonetheless.”

She hoped the answer was correct but her score wouldn’t be announced until later.

Jorg looked at the plant with more interest than she had expected. He asked if he could keep it and Ashling saw no reason to say no. It was good if the boy felt interested in herbs and herbalism. She recalled that his “skill” with the crossbow had been below what you could expect. A boy who took an interest in the training of military and hunting skills would be more proficient. Jorg had been a lousy shot for his age. She wondered if he was more interested in what he learnt during this contest? Come to think of it, he had looked like he was relishing every word about reagents and herbs.

“Of course Jorg. You can have the plant.” She smiled at her little helper, supposing he would go and examine his new possession. The boy said thanks and ran out. Jarl Magnus was already giving the sign that it was time for Tristan to get a new reagent to identify. "Flirty" was approaching...
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This time people actually applauded, and Tristan looked confused for a moment because this was pretty much the polar opposite of the reaction that he had gotten when he had identified the first reagent before he broke into a wide smile and bowed to them. He didn’t mind all the questions that people shouted at nearly the same time (which made identifying the individual questions quite challenging). On the contrary, he appreciated them, and he tried to answer at least a few of them before Ashling took over once more.

“I took part in an ice sculpting contest last cycle”, he explained, smiling brilliantly because he just loved talking about his inventions so much. “And I decided to make an alchemical mixture that causes ice to burn when it comes in contact with a fire. If you’d like to have some, we can talk about it after the contest, although ice might be hard to come by at the moment”, he added in a somewhat apologetic tone of voice. It was Ashan, and the snow and ice that had covered Melrath before had melted.

“For now, I need to focus on the contest though”, he finished. The contest was still a serious affair, and trying to do business during it was something that he considered to be inappropriate. With that thought in mind, he bowed again, pretty much ignoring Biarne and Buxom, and smiled at Ashling who had applauded the loudest before he stepped aside in order to watch her. When she told the portly fellow to shut up, he raised an eyebrow for a moment before he – applauded. He couldn’t help it. He was so impressed.

This was his Ashling!

She was so fierce!

When Jorg told Portly to shut up and was subsequently ridiculed, Tristan smiled at the boy encouragingly and nodded at him in case he looked in his direction to let him know that his comment was definitely appreciated. And then Ashling finally received her next task, and Tristan watched and listened with bated breath once more. He wasn’t sure if he should hope that she would get an easy herb or a hard one (because that might impress the audience more).

When she identified the plant as Melrathi catnip, he grinned because he quite approved of that particular plant and loved cats (he had a cat of his own, Mistral who had originally come from the Misty Miasma where cats walked on two legs, talked and had houses).

He hadn’t known that this particular kind of catnip could also prevent or end pregnancies though. That was interesting. What he also found interesting was Jorg being so fascinated by all the different reagents and herbs. He hadn’t thought that the boy would be interested in … well, actually, it did kind of make sense. The head of House Magnus was a famous alchemist, after all, so maybe that kind of interest ran in the family?

Either way, he smiled at Ashling because giving the boy her plant was a kind thing to do, and then he applauded before he glared daggers at “Portly”, warning him to make another derogatory comment about the color of his fiancée’s skin. Fortunately, he seemed to be a little quieter this time, although he still didn’t applaud (most of the rest of the audience did though, and quite enthusiastically so, at that)

A moment later, the flirty hostess approached again, and Tristan sighed inwardly (outwardly, he was very polite though) – only to stare at the jar that she held in her hands. There … there was a live beetle in it. It was orange and black striped, with eight legs, two antennae and two small pincers. Why did she bring him the live beetle and not the crushed version?

Either way, he accepted the jar and thanked her very politely before he held it up and eyed it, furrowing his brow, before he proclaimed, “This is the Sand Beetle that can be found around beaches in Eastern Idalos, among other things. Crushed sand beetles add a calming effect to otherwise volatile mixtures. You can also turn potions green by adding crushed sand beetles to them!” he added, smiling brightly because that was his favourite effect. He loved green and absolutely toxic looking potions!
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Tristan's smile had encouraged Ashling. It had encouraged her even more that he had glared at "Portly". Albeit she wasn't particularly timid or helpless, it felt so nice to know that her betrothed was on her side.

As the annoying flirty hostess was working at the contest there was nothing Ashling could do. She gritted her teeth and watched the girl’s attempts to get attention. Her only comfort was that Tristan, polite as he was, appeared uninterested in straying.

But, when she saw the next alchemy ingredient she forgot the jealousy. It was a living beetle, contained in a glass jar. She tiptoed a bit closer to the alchemy work table so she could see it better. As nobody stopped her she got to stand next to Tristan and see all the details. The beetle was orange and black striped, with eight legs, two antennae and two small pincers. Fascinating! The alchemy ingredients were very different from the ingredients herbalists used.

She felt impressed by Tristan's knowledge when he actually turned out to know the answer! She hoped it was the correct answer ... a Sand Beetle from some faraway place in Eastern Idalos. She felt a bit sad when he spoke about crushing the insect though. Then again, she did kill the plants she used in herbal treatments, so what could she say. Nothing, and especially not now. She hoped that Tristan would win!

Jarl Magnus smiled, but as usual, they didn't announce the result yet. They wanted to keep the tension up! Tristan would have wait like all others.

People were applauding with enthusiasm. Only a few bad apples were trying to discredit Tristan ... Biarne and Buxom, who else. The flirty hostess looked like she disapproved of them. When she passed by the pair on her way out she bumped into them so they dropped the drinks they had been enjoying. Biarne and Buxom ranted and swore but the unhelpful hostess walked away after a few feeble apologies. She carried the jar with the beetle as far away from her body as she could and she looked like she wanted to get rid of the insect as fast as possible.

Ashling liked the girl a wee bit more now, but not by much.

No drink seller was around. Those were outdoors, in the festival area, not in the tent. The angry two couldn't replace their spilt drinks. But, an unexpected helper turned up to support them. The young Jorg Magnus promised that he would bring them "new stuff" when he would take in the next plant for Ashling. Then he turned around and rushed out, taking the same route the hostess had taken. In passing by he happened to bump into "Portly" and cause one more drink accident. This earned him a rant but Jorg was quick to include Portly in the group of people he would bring new drinks. He would soon be back! Promise!

It was amazing that the boy was so service minded, especially to people who had been rude. But, Ashling was too busy worrying about what her own next task would be to spend more time thinking about Jorg. The beetle they had given Tristan as his third task had seemed...hard. It wouldn't surprise her if the next plant would be something very outlandish she wouldn't stand a chance to identify.

The tension was killing her!

Jorg returned. A cat followed in his wake. She guessed that it might be his personal pet as it seemed very friendly. Young Jorg carried a potted plant in one hand. In the other hand, he balanced three drinks on a small tray. As people felt worried about him stumbling and spilling the sparking green drinks on them, they stepped away and let him pass at a safe distance. So, Jorg made his way back without any accidents.

The boy didn't get time to say anything before "Portly" grabbed a drink without caring to say thanks. Biarne and Buxom behaved in the same rude manner, assuming that Jorg was a servant hired for the contest. Jorg didn't seem to take offence though. A broad grin was spreading over his young face as he turned to Ashling. "Here is the next plant!"

He put the plant on the table. (She was back at her own table now.) On Myrkvior! They had given her a living potted plant to identify, just like they had given Tristan a living beetle. Ashling held the plant up and studied it. It was pale and hairy and had small leaves. The colour of the foliage was a soft silver-green. No bell rang. Nothing came to mind. If she ever had seen this plant before it must have been in a dried version. To her disappointment, Ashling was not able to identify the plant by looking at it!

When she didn’t answer at once, “Portly” laughed so hard that he spilt a very small amount of his new green drink on his feet. He didn't seem to notice that. Still smiling, he drank half of the drink. and made ready for making belittling comments. Meanwhile, the cat who had followed Jorg into the tent came to roll on “Portly’s” boots.

The man kicked the animal away. “I knew it,” he said in a loud voice. “She’s a loser. She failed.” He raised his glass and glanced at a couple of likeminded people nearby for approval ... Biarne and Buxom. Those two responded by drinking a bit of the green brew too. “It’s so sweet that they must have dropped a whole jar of honey in it” Buxom exclaimed. Despite this comment, he drank more and looked like he enjoyed it.

Ashling had almost given up but the insults made her rally. She was going to do all she could to show those goofs ...

Scent

Kyrie, her inner spiritual familiar was coming to the rescue. It never said much. The messages were vague telepathic intuitions, not real words. Without caring if she understood it right, Ashling followed the hunch Kyrie gave her. If she was lucky, she might recognize the perfume ... or stench. It wasn’t without dangers to breathe in the aroma of plants though. A brief whiff was enough! She held the plant closer to her face, sniffed one time and put the plant away. It smelled spicy, she decided. Not bad. She might have felt the scent before but she wasn’t sure of it.

“It’s a spice ...” she began. She stopped there and “Portly” laughed again. He seemed to have a good time with his green drink and his two newfound acquaintances.

Taste

It was Kyrie again. Had Ashling not been angry at “Portly” she might not have taken the risk to taste the plant. But, now she tried out Kyrie’s idea without hesitation. She plucked a leaf and tasted it. And now she actually felt able to at least make a guess ...

“This is licory,” she said with more conviction in her voice than she felt. She didn't want to sound unsure though. “The visible part of this plant, pleasant as it may be to look at, is not the important part of it! We use the root. It tastes good and much stronger than the leaves and it has many beneficial properties. You can spice candy with it or use the root itself as candy. But, we also use it to make remedies taste good. It can bring mental calm and is not harmful.”

There! She had answered and that was that. If her answer was right remained to see.

The lovely Jorg took the plant with him and left the tent. His facial expression struck her as hungry. (Ashling guessed a boy of his age was always in need of an extra meal. She hoped he would get a sandwich or pastry while he was out.) Then she saw that annoying hostess, on her way to Tristan once again. It was the fourth and final reagent they would ask him to identify. Ashling smiled at him. She wanted to encourage him as he encouraged her. A warm wave of love welled up in her. Oh, Tristan!
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Sometimes, Tristan wondered whether making use of the eidetic memory that Vri’s Blessing had afforded him would be considered cheating as it made identifying the various reagents that the pretty (and kind of annoying) hostess brought him so much easier; on the other hand, it wasn’t as if he could just turn his blessing off (and neither did he want to, because he loved Vri and thought he was a really nice guy). He had no other choice but to remember everything that had ever happened with the utmost clarity!

So, when people applauded with enthusiasm again (it seemed as if he had finally managed to win the audience over, with the exception of Biarne and Buxom, at least) Tristan smiled radiantly and quite happily again. The flirty hostess, he noticed, didn’t seem to approve of Biarne and Buxom either, which caused him to actually find her a little less annoying. When she bumped into the two men, in a way that made him wonder if she had done so on purpose, and they dropped her drinks, he tried hard not to laugh.

Maybe, he thought, she was a nice girl, after all.

And what more, it seemed as if Ashing and he had gained another ally in Jorg Magnus. Who would have thought! From where he was, he couldn’t understand what he said to the men, but since he had bumped into Portly who had been quite rude as well, he was probably up to some sort of mischief. At least, Tristan suspected and hoped that he was!

Most of Tristan’s attention was on Ashling, but he did watch the boy every now and then as he left the tent and returned with a couple of drinks, a plant and a … was that a cat? Tristan began to grin as he quite loved cats. He didn’t have time to think about Jorg’s surprising companion for more than a couple of moments though as it was Ashling’s turn again.

He made a step towards her as he wanted to take a closer look at the plant as well – and support her. When Portly made fun of her because she couldn’t identify the plant right away, he glared at the man again, warning him to do that again, before he told Ashling in a firm tone of voice, “Don’t pay any attention to him. I know that you can do it!” He smiled encouragingly at her before he turned to Portly and glared at him again.

Tristan was quite a well-mannered young man, but that kind of behaviour was something that irritated him!

When Ashling tentatively remarked that it was a spice, he nodded, smiling at her and encouraging her to go on, and when she finally identified it correctly, he was the first person to applaud because she had done great. Portly and his two new friends that were just as unpleasant as he was, still didn’t seem to be particularly happy, but they were also quite busy with their drinks which kept them from being as rude as they might have been otherwise.

A moment later, the flirty hostess who he found less annoying now (but whose flirting he still didn’t appreciate as he was only interested in Ashling) approached again in order to bring him the fourth and final reagent. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous now in spite of his perfect memory and his considerable experience as an alchemist.

What if they gave him something he had never seen before? There were probably a lot of reagents that he didn’t know yet. He didn’t want to lose though; and besides, he wanted Ashling to be proud of him! For a moment, he wondered if he should close his eyes so that he wouldn’t see whatever the flirty hostess put on the table in front of him. That would be kind of childish though, and he was a grown man!

So, he looked – and stared at a glass dish that was filled with some sort of greenish-black … powder in mild confusion. Why had they given him an entire bug to identify before, but brought him the powder rather than the raw product now? Didn’t they think things through, or did they want to see if he was capable of identifying both the raw product and the finished reagent?

Either way, he eventually raised his head again and proclaimed, “That’s Buoy Powder! It is derived from the Salt Buoy, a strain of kelp that floats in salt water, filters the salt into its flesh and leaves a reservoir of fresh water in its core. The reagent is made from its immature bulbs. Buy Powder is a catalyst that filters out almost any substance from an introduced chemical. It’s really useful when you deal with contaminations and such!”

The aforementioned substances probably also included toxins, but this was a topic that Tristan decided not to go into details about. He wasn’t sure if he liked toxins particularly. They were rather unpleasant!
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Ashling was grateful for Tristan’s support. He was a wonderful person and the best betrothed anybody could have!

A small intermezzo outside of the protocol followed. “Portly” seemed slower and his speech was a bit blurred when he swore at the cat and tried to kick it again. The cat seemed to court Biarne and Buxom as well and those were no nicer to it. Still, the animal kept coming. Ashling was beginning to put two and two together. She looked at Jorg. The boy looked back, appearing innocent. She bet he wasn’t. All signs pointed to ... catnip in the drinks. Much as she appreciated to have a supporter, she decided to have a serious conversation with Jorg, when they had left the contest tent. But, at the moment her first priority was to save the cat. Biarne and Buxom had joined in and tried to kick the cat too. So far it had been able to avoid their boots but she feared that it was only a question of time before they would hit it.

Not caring that she disrupted things a bit she bent down and held out her hands. She knew that they still smelled of the catnip she had identified. The cat knew it too. It came to her, happy to finally find a catnip provider who wasn’t hostile. Ashling picked it up. This done, she ordered Portly, Biarne and Buxom to stop harassing the cat. She was going to report them to the Ydalir for animal abuse if they continued!

The trio stared at her. They were all looking way more dazed and groggy than she had expected. Her first reaction was to feel surprised that her words had such a strong effect. Then ... she realized that it wasn’t her doing. She looked at Jorg again. The boy was busy looking at the cat and didn’t look back at her.

So! Ashling was now beginning to put two and two together even more. The green colour of those drinks worried her. Jorg had carried that sand-beetle out of the tent. The beetle was an alchemy reagent and coloured potions green. Green drinks ... which also attracted cats ...and tasted very sweet.

Oh, Myrkvior! She could only hope that the unexpected brew wouldn’t cause any serious consequences! No matter that the trio of hecklers was unpleasant it would be bad to poison them!

“Jorg! I want you to take care of this cat. You’ve got to see to it that it doesn’t go near those people again. Put it in a cage to keep it safe. And I want to speak with you once we leave this tent..so please come with me afterwards.”

The boy nodded. He took the cat and went out to cage it.

The drugged trio nodded too. They didn’t speak. Buxom giggled and bumped into the other two. All three of them dropped their goblets like their hands were failing them. To Ashling's relief, the ground seeped up the green drinks. The drugged trio was clinging to each other though. Their balance seemed bad and it seemed like they were beginning to feel nauseated. At this point, the flirty hostess left Tristan’s side to take care of the situation. She called for reinforcements from other contest functionaries. They couldn't allow people to throw up in the contest tent! She made the functionaries escort the trio out. This done, "Flirty" returned to Tristan ... alas, if you asked Ashling. The girl had done the right thing. A good thing, except for showing Ashling (and Tristan) that her rival was more than a pretty face. That was a bad thing, from jealousy point of view.

Anyway, the hecklers were gone. For once it seemed like she would get to do her contest task without being harassed. Jorg returned with the last plant and Ashling began to examine it ...

She had not seen it before. She had never used it at work. It was also a very odd plant. It was wet. It was wobbly. It was ugly. It stank. To be honest, she had no idea whatsoever what this plant might be. Her options were now to either give up or confess that she didn’t know the answer or make a wild random guess. Ordinarily, if it was about the life and health of patients, she never made wild random guesses. But, this was only a contest. The only consequence of a guess being wrong would be that she wouldn’t get points for the answer. Ashling decided to take a chance. She could as well say that it was that plant Tristan had identified in the fourth reagent test.

“It’s Salt Buoy. A kind of kelp. I have never used it in medicines and know nothing about the effects. But, it stands to reason that it may have both beneficial and toxic properties. Many plants are like that. Well, that is all. Salt Buoy.”

She had completed her part of the contest. If her last wild guess would grant her points or make a dent in her reputation was impossible for her to know. Half regretting the guess, she glanced at Sol’ange. Her mother raised an eyebrow at her, Ashling saw it (or imagined it) despite the distance. A lot of people applauded with the same local patriot enthusiasm as usual. But Sol’s applause looked very modest. Well. Even if the outcome of Ashling’s guess would be that she had been right, she would have to explain herself to her mother. That much was clear. Everything had consequences! Jorg was not the only one who was in for a serious conversation once they left the tent.



OOC: Tristan and Ashling are now done with the first challenge in the Plants (Ashling) and Potions (Tristan) tournament. We decided to leave it to a reviewer to decide their results! We are going to roll with what you decide.

They can each get one of the following scores, at the reviewer's discretion. You are free to give them what you feel is justified!

0= Failed att all four tests
1= Succeeded at one test
2= Succeeded at two tests
3= Succeeded at three test
4= Succeeded at four tests

Also, please decide if both, one or none of them will pass to the second challenge in the tournament.
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Experience: 15 no magic xp

Knowledge:

Detection: Detecting your mother in a big crowd
Detection: Detecting when people flirt with your betrothed
Detection: Detecting signs of weakness in a person who acts fit and healthy
Deception: Pretending to be more convinced than you feel
Intelligence: Identifying a plant by how it looks
Intelligence: Identifying a plant by how it smells
Intelligence: Identifying a plant by how it tastes
Intelligence: Figuring out that people have been drugged
Leadership: Telling troublemakers to shut up
Leadership: Ordering animal abuser to stop it, or else

Plant, Gluenlep: A plant native to Melrath
Plant, Gluenlep: When eaten raw, it helps with nausea and vertigo (not when dried)
Plant, Gluenlep: Also a useful alchemical reagent.
Plant, Gluenlep: It makes flame burn longer and brighter!

Plant, Salt Buoy: A strain of kelp that floats in salt water
Plant, Salt Buoy: Filters the salt into its flesh and leaves a reservoir of fresh water in its core.
Plant, Salt Buoy: An alchemy reagent made from its immature bulbs
Plant, Salt Buoy: Powder catalyst that filters out substances from chemicals
Plant, Salt Buoy: Useful when you deal with contaminations

Reagent: Naf-rush
Reagent: Sand Beetle

NPC, Jorg Magnus: Interested in alchemy and herbs

Renown: 15

Skill Usage: Appropriate to level

Loot/Losses: Special merits for passing all four tests. Expectations will be set high for the next stage.

Injuries/Conditions: none

Consequences: Ashling passes all four tests, and proceeds to the next round.

Tristan

Experience: 15 no magic xp

Knowledge:

Alchemy x3
Chemistry x2
Discipline x1
Medicine x2
Bellinos Ability: Eidetic: Gives you a perfect memory

Renown: 15

Skill Usage: Appropriate to level

Loot/Losses: Failed two of the tests.

Injuries/Conditions: none

Consequences: Tristan will pass to the next round with relatively low expectations, having failed two of the tests, yet impressed the judges with his ability to figure out the usage of each ingredient.


Comments: I like the way this story opens up, with the idyllic scene of fensalir described in detail, and then going on to talk about how the day had gone so far, with some people even claiming to have met anaks.

It was a good set up for the following competition, and not a detail was spared as even a scribe stood by to record the results of the tournament.

Tristan's worry over how Ashling would perceive him, knowing that he worshipped several Immortals, was well described. Or rather the lack of worry now that she'd accepted him.

It was interesting that the Hostess was flirting with Tristan, although she had nowhere to go there, Tristan being the honorable man he is, and only being in love with Ashling. The kiss he gave her pretty much sealed that, but the hostess would sort of get in the way throughout the tournament. Maybe one of their rivals had put them up to it to distract them!

Ashling being a hometown favorite here was an interesting twist. Obviously the crowd would favor her in this contest, as was evidenced by their reaction as she announced herself. This was a fun way of introducing her betrothed to the people of Melrath as well.

I was wondering what Hadelwiz actually is... Is it a rl flower? Or has it gone through development? I tried looking it up but couldn't find any information...

The tension was fairly high, with those silly people trying to interfere with Ashling and Tristan's attempts at figuring out their samples, which kept things interesting throughout.

In the end, I felt like I had to add credit for the wonderful writing you both did. I judged your success in each of the tests by a dice roll of 3d4. One roll for the senses (checking out the plant/reagent), one for identification (figuring out what it was), and one skill for usage (figuring out what the plant is good for).

For Ashling, I chose her highest applicable skills to these sorts of skills. Expert detection for senses, competent fieldcraft for plant identification, and expert medicine for usage.

For Tristan I chose his highest applicable skills to these skills. Detection for senses (Competent), Gardening for identification (Novice), and Alchemy for usage (master)

The results were as follows for each, bearing in mind I reduced each individual d4 roll by -2. So a roll of 4 = 2 a roll of 3 = 1. Your skills are on a scale from 1-4, 1 being novice success, and 4 being master success. Let me know if there are any concerns with this system:

Ashling's Rolls:

Sidekick
BOT
Today at 1:46 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (2+4+1) = 7

Success at sensing, identifying, and usage determination. Full pass.

WoeToday at 1:53 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 1:53 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (1+4+3) = 8

Full Success at each pass, identification was difficult

WoeToday at 1:54 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 1:54 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (1+1+3) = 5

Full Pass

WoeToday at 1:54 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 1:54 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (1+2+4) = 7

Full Pass

Tristan's Rolls:

Sidekick
BOT
Today at 2:02 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (1+1+1) = 3

Full Pass

WoeToday at 2:02 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 2:02 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (4+4+1) = 9

Failure at the identification phase.

WoeToday at 2:03 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 2:03 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (4+2+1) = 7

Full Pass

WoeToday at 2:03 PM
/roll 3d4
Sidekick
BOT
Today at 2:03 PM
@Woe: 3d4 = (4+4+3) = 11

Failure at the identification phase.

Ashling passed with flying colors, but Tristan failed two of the tests, but impressed the judges enough with his handling of the ingredients to determine their usage, that he's begrudgingly been allowed to advance to the next round.

Both pcs advance to the next round. However, be advised that things will get more difficult in the next round, and that there will be only a -1 deduction to the next round's rolls. The final round will have a +1 added difficulty. Only the best will be able to succeed at the final round, so take care to raise those relevant skills!

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