Senhor_do_gamer

You are lucky to have seen that ad on the market. "Learn at Home! Full Battle Mage Qualification by Mail!" he said. Now, your first battle mage mission is finally here! Finally, you can master the magical arts of elementalism, illusion, healing and necromancy.
Yesterday you were just a squire, but today you are an aspiring battle mage! But Sir Kelton says squires aren't allowed to practice magic, so you'll need to act like you really want to be a knight, at least for now.
With the powers you unlock, maybe you can win a tournament or two, or be fine with the royal family - you might even try your luck at the game of court politics. Or if you really want to be on Kelton's good side, prove your worth on the battlefield by defeating the mysterious invaders that threaten the borders of his kingdom.

SKAR OF WAR THE WAR

He does so, and you make it to the top. You hold your hand out to help him up. You both manage to climb over the wall


There are people selling items at booths everywhere. You take a look at the prices, but they seem a bit exorbitant. Varys points toward the tournament registration. You walk over.


A gruff-looking man looks up and asks what you're interested in registering for. Before you can even say anything, Varys signs up for the darts competition at 2PM. Then he walks away to look at one of the vendor stands, leaving you alone to take a look at the events.


The gruff-looking man sighs and looks at the schedule. Looks like all the rosters are full on that except for the team event.


You ask him what the number of people you need to sign up for as a team is. He thinks for a moment. "Well, the average team size is five, but no more than six people are allowed per team." He takes a brief look to see if you're with anyone else. "I suppose the minimum would be two."


After a few seconds, he says, "It looks like you don't have enough people." The gruff-looking man is about to tell you to leave when you suddenly interrupt him and tell him you do have enough people. You look over at Varys. He's in the middle of eating an overpriced funnel cake and pretending not to notice you. You keep staring, until he finally sighs. "Fine, sign me up." You put Varys's name next to yours. The gruff-looking man examines the two of you. "You still have time to find three or four other participants. You would be at a great disadvantage if it's just the two of you."


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