Part 2: Steps Towards Home.   Posted by Fate.Group: 0
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Wed 4 Oct 2017
at 04:23
Part 2: Steps Towards Home
"It is rare for any man to make many foes, and strive against them, only to find a victory so clear and mighty that he vanquishes them forever, and is shut of them cleanly, at a single stroke. Indeed, one may say that such clarity of resolution is found only in the tales of minstrels. In the endlessly unfolding tapestry that is real life in Faerūn, the gods plague folk with far more loose ends--and all too many of these prove as deadly as the decisive battles that preceded them."
~Antarn the Sage from The High History of Faerūnian Archmages Mighty, published circa The Year of the Staff



It was a new day.

A new day, with a new victor of Melee Magthere.

The previous day had wrapped up in a blur of activity; finishing what he had started in the Grand Melee was easy enough; the final combatant was a commoner who happened to have been lucky enough to primarily avoid others; no match whatsoever for Jevan. Upon his decisive victory, Jevan was whisked away to stand beside none other than First Blade Faen Tlabber himself, looking over the peers of his entire school; everyone from the grades below, and those of his own class now healed and staring at him with predominately hate-filled eyes. Only Satou and Da did not seem to seethe at Jevan's victory; the former watching with a cool detached look as if the results mattered none at all to him, while the latter looked up with curiosity and possibly respect.

Malaggar droned on for some time with a grand speech, commending Jevan for his deadly prowess and setting the Freth son up as the bar to strive for for all drow to follow; almost word-for-word the same speech Jevan heard after his own very first Grand Melee, and the crowning of that year's top student.

The rest of the day followed by quickly; the nobles all dispersed, untrusting of one another more now than ever. While they sulked their normal grounds, Satou himself seemed to disappear altogether, off the map entirely.

That night in the grand dining hall, the commoner who had managed to make it to second in class fell over dead from natural causes... having taken in enough poison in a single bite of his meal to naturally kill a whole herd of Rothé.

Thus, the fifteen remaining students beneath Jevan each found themselves bumped up a spot higher on the chart; just in time for the end-of-year ceremony.

That night, Jevan took his much-needed reverie, albeit perhaps with some added caution. Regardless, the night passed without a peep. The new day came, and that night, Jevan knew, would be the end-of-year ceremony. They would thank the Spider Queen for all the challenges and the lessons she had put before them that year, and then be off before Narbondel's Black Death to return home for the first time in a decade or more.

Upon waking that morning, however, Jevan found a written note scrawled upon Rothé hide impossibly placed upon his own boots.

Inexplicable Note:
     It's time to call in that favor. Directly after Breakfast hour, find your way back down to the Grand Melee chamber. Head to the chamber where you watched Billarius fight with commoners. You're not one to disappoint, First Student Jevan.
~Satou

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Thu 5 Oct 2017
at 03:42
Part 2: Steps Towards Home
The night before Jevan had stood with eyes practically glazing over while Faen Tlabber rehashed his usual paean to the virtues of drow kind as embodied by the schools graduates, but this morning he awoke clear eyed and fresh faced. After ten long years Jevan was about to step beyond the confines of Tier Breche into the glittering jewel that was Menzoberranzan and the world was his for the taking.

The son of house Freth dressed in his second finest clothes (his finest would have to wait for later that evening) and fussed with the fall of his coat and the hem of his cuffs before the dressing mirror as he read Satou's note.

A favour paid and a favour owed, Jevan considered. And one must repay their debts.

"Very well, Satou," Jevan said to the otherwise empty chamber, happy at last with how his collar looked from the side. "I shall see you there."

Leaving his room behind and locking the door at his back, Jevan went to take his breakfast (and claim his winnings from Pharn, all 95 gold pieces of it, if the head cook wasn't purposefully sidestepping him in the dining hall).
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Sat 7 Oct 2017
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Part 2: Steps Towards Home
Jevan headed to breakfast; he actually found Pharn there with a big smile on his face, bringing out a plate especially for the son of Freth. "Jevan! A thousand congratulations on your victory. Your winnings, of course. You could have made me much more if you had simply admitted to allying yourself with a backstabber like that Hekar."
Jevan Freth
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Sun 8 Oct 2017
at 00:41
Part 2: Steps Towards Home
"Ah, but where would have been the fun in that, Pharn?" Jevan said with a smile to match the other man's. "We all have our own little secrets to keep."

He glanced down at the plate reflecting on the fate of the nameless commoner who had finished behind him. Jevan's noble birth offered him some protection. Anyone hoping to poison the victorious son of a noble house risked the wrath of his entire family. Still, the drive towards greatness sometimes made the desperate seem cunning.

"Will you join me for breakfast?" Jevan continued, his gaze sliding back to Pharn's face. The cook was tacitly vouching for the food's sanctity; if Jevan dropped dead after the first bite Pharn would likely meet an unfortunate demise shortly thereafter. Not to mention Jevan had likely made Pharn quite a lot of money yesterday. His own bet aside, anyone who had put money down on Tuith or Gul'tal had walked away with empty pockets.

"I don't expect I'll have much company besides."