Role

Chapter 7

The many runners and magical messages disseminated themselves across the lands.
There was to be a tournament, a gathering of talented gold gatherers
throughout the lands.

Within the large Inn, known as the Eternal Star, the masses gathered. It was a
place of smoke, drink and good food. Certainly as jovial of a group as any to
grace its' hallowed halls.

Soon followed the oddly cordial presence of Morius, Lord of indulgence. Not
long after his arrival, he quieted the crowds and began laying out the rules.
So few as they were, it was a brief speech.

Before long, all available were sent off running in various directions, headed
out to gather coins and compete with one another. Guaryaten was almost
immediately attacked by Battle's Commander.

This forced his change of plans from dragon slaying to simply picking up and
selling various trinkets. When the time allotted was over, he returned and was
first to arrive, trying to be prompt.

One by one they made their way back to the Inn, which was quietly bustling
along, various patrons and even an Outlander standing by to condemn the various
uses of money.

As the tally added, each passed their coins to Morius for counting and the
standings ended up what seemed to be poorly. He was in last place in total
coins and the Commander was top.

However, as it turns out, the largest loser was the biggest winner amongst the
participants. It was after the standings were announced that Morius proclaimed
all coins to go to his church.

That could only mean that those that didn't participate were the biggest help
to the lands and those that donated more were more of a hinderance. In this
case, his assault luckily helped him.

Maybe it was because he only found thirteen various trinkets, weapons and arms
to sell, but luck was certainly with him. And, this was the only time he was
glad his mercantile skills slumped.