There were certain advantages to having lots and lots of money.
For one, one could afford proper castle-forged plate, all enchantment-laced, runic-inscribed and moontouched with the proper Falwoodian spells, etcera. Secondarily, one could also afford lots and lots of time in the training...
"Impudent dog. I shall teach you a thorough lesson for your insouciance. Then you might learn how to address your betters!"
All intimidating promises, to be sure. Sadly, it lost some of its effects being cried through his helmet, barely audible outside his own armour, surrounded by the roar of...
Fanfare. Drums, horns and all the other paraphernelia of chilvalric sports thumped and blared. The crowds cheered and roared. Ah, yes -- the arena was singing its siren's song to him.
Clanking, rattling armour preceded him, each joint-link and layered plate bringing out a tinny tune of their...
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