I just used my new mace, not the best way to do it, but again I can't think of anything better to do with it than to hit that smug elf's arm as hard as I could, except maybe hit him in the head.
I went to buy a mace in the morning, in the blacksmith where I get it there was a new range of tools, most with affordable prices, but with a number on the side, I asked what it was for, the blacksmith said that this number would glow if I did quests for the Capablanca, I was puzzled, I remember doing some, So I asked him to show me a mace that I could buy, and there it was, made of steel, with runes of protection, a beauty, and when I thought that it would be very expensive, he told me that the city gave it to me for my services rendered, with skepticism I checked it from end to end, but in effect, Except for the runes related to my position as honorable for the Capablanca, I did not ask or restrict more, I went out with my mace raised, when I saw a stupid man throwing one of the students of magic, dressed in very elegant clothes, and knocking on the doors of the main tower in the city, there is no time for more, This is not a foolishness where I can think of the reasons that brought him here, I insult him while he turns around I have already invoked three layers of magic to protect me from harm and I am with two enchantments, one that would make him lose sight of me and another that would make him blind. .. All I need is a provocation from him, but a friendly voice stops me, it's Mr. Capablanca himself.
He is greeting the elf, it seems to me that he is the elf king himself! Many of the priests I train were tempted to go, to be recruited, I think some of them left, but none of them had enough knowledge about what a discipline priest is, so I don't think they were a big loss, but seeing him here I understand why I didn't want to receive anyone outside the city, even after I reached the level to train with my master and I did some of the recruiting on my own, after the appearance of idiots armed with elven instruments we withdrew a bit, The missions were easier but the risk to finish them, greater, until I interrogated one of those who were still conscious, after trying to keep my part, after that we only had to see, as now, where were the elven runes on his body, most of them were on his neck or face, this "king" has one on his wrist, seen in the traditional way only indicates that whoever wears it absorbs, but in this rune there are other very small ones that make it up, and are not active, this king is demanding that violence against the Alliance cease. .. I think, without understanding the whole story, I understand that the old man is finally doing something useful, even if I didn't like him, he always seeks the best for his people within his territory, that's why we live here.
The sky did not show how long the discussion lasted, what started as a civilized "for the good of the alliance..." ended with a "you are a selfish facist that I have to eliminate" with incredible speed and strength for someone so thin, he pulls out a sword and throws a downward slash, my mace hits him in the chest, but it was not necessary, a bastos, I do not know where it came from, stopped the blow, so mine hits him without any defense.
I see the king fall, although I did not activate the runes, my blow must have been strong enough, because he gets up alone after a few not very elegant touches, when he looks at me, I understand what my teacher had told me in all his stories, the elves who claim to be the saviors are full of power, Greed and evil, there is only one desire, like when you see a cockroach near your food, it must die, disgust and repulsion, all in eyes that would otherwise be considered beautiful, he stood up and lost all contact with his supposed role of savior, I parry the blows of his sword more by luck than by true combat skill, we priests are not designed for this, but when the fifth attack overwhelms my defenses, the layers of magic I have placed under the name of Entereza stop the impact, but he continues to attack, he does not stop to see if he has hurt me, One by one these layers fall, when I think that the supreme Capablanca will help me, I see that the king was not alone and now his guards are fighting with the maximum representative of human magic, I hope he doesn't see what I'm going to do, no one in the city must see these magics that he taught me? Lilith.
I met her while I was meditating, with whispers she explained to me that the Priest of Discipline's enteresa were good to survive the attacks of theirs, but what would I do when the attackers were not human, when my life depended on saving me while everyone was wounded or dead, So he taught me, in dreams I learned words I didn't know had that explanation, his eyes always look at me, the severity of his gaze (even in dreams) compels me, spurs me to be much better than I ever was, what I'm going to do to him doesn't exist in any book I've ever read, blind! Immediately some spots cloud the elf's sight, the screams were impressive, then I use a holy whip, this is a normal priest, what follows is not mental torture, I don't know where it came from, but when I understood what I was doing my stomach turned, but when I saw him twisting I didn't feel guilt, but rather satisfaction, a scream lets me understand that he is not the only enemy who is disabled, but the other one comes against me, His broadsword shines under the magic light, my mace is not a good weapon against a sword, but I remember that it is enchanted, I introduce magic and it forms to my hand as if it were part of it, the backhand I give him quickly, more out of desperation, the guard covers himself with the shield, but the blow bursts into flames on contact and envelops him in a storm of fire, leaving him on the ground, agonizing.
People surround us before I realize what is happening, all the Alliance warriors threaten me, but a shrill cry interrupts them, "This man saved my life! "the confused people look at the elven king walking away, at the limp bodies of the guards and do what they do best, they rush to see what they can get out of the bodies, in the confusion someone takes my hand and pulls me into the tower, as the doors close I see the leader capablanca, his face is a mixture of fear and suspicion, He asked me where I got the magic from, that it was forbidden magic, only a few magicians knew it, how could a priest know such a thing, I told him that I was the first of many, that I was tired of being just the support of the games, of being scared rabbits that were robbed, we were ready for the attack, he was a dark priest. He just smiled with his mouth and asked me if a "friend" had taught them to me... even when the terror overwhelmed me, knowing I was discovered, I told him:
My skills are for the city, for my people, for those who defend beyond appearances.
He gave me a long look and replied, "I knew my magic was not wrong, you are honorable in the Stormhammer, you always will be.