The soup was a simple one but the pilgrim had barely sat down before some kind of madman stumbeled into the Church's camp.
"Hear me my fellow men! Run and Flee before it's too late for I have seen the end with my very eyes! the gods have bestowed upon me visions of humanity's doom!" He cried out and almost immediatly a pair of priests approached him inorder to calm him down but he would have none it and statred to shake them off
The fiddlers started to back off at the armored womans threat "Fine fine!" The fiddler that had approached the violin-playing little girl started to back off "We'll let her play."
"You little whore!" Spoiler growled and pulledo ut a knife of his own and turned to Elizabeth. "I will have you, even if you resist!" He started to approach her menacingly
With a small smile to herself, Mary shut her eyes once more, and brought the bow up. Soon, she was once again playing. It was a slow, drifting, sad tune now. One of Mavaci's songs, known for being sad. Mary was going to counter the sadness of this song with her next song, which would be one of her more cheerful tunes.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up.""There... please settle down. We are all safe. Look at the sky, no dragons there right? Besides, we have the goddess to Protect us. Would you please sit down for a while, maybe have some soup and try to be calm? You're safe among us, good man" said Samantha in soothing tones as she smiled reassuringly at the man.
Mary continued to play. The song she played was written after Mavaci's wife died. It was a mourning, funeral tune, a song of bitter sorrow and despair. Deep sadness, beyond what an attempt at simply writing a sad song would usually yield. Mary had made occasional attempts to write a sad song, but found that she was never able to write something as sorrowful as a song written by a musician who really was sad.
It wasn't long before she reached the conclusion.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."Wiliam was wandering through the fair enjoying a rare time between cases when he heard what sounded like and argument. he might have left it for the Civil Guard except that one of the voices sounded like a child and that then he heard sounds of threats and blows. he started walking in the direction of the fight and saw a sleazy looking man squaring off against a yong girl.
"I know it's a clche," he growled, "But you really should pick on people more your own size." He loosened his sword and dagger but didn't take them out. he doubted he'd need more than the threat to send the man away. He looked like a coward.
Trump delenda est"Thanks for the music, girl, but it's probably time for the melee to start. If you have any trouble, come find me," the knight said, climbing to her feet and working a few kinks out of her neck, as well as returning her sword to its proper position. So... the grounds for tournaments were over there and the registration was that way. Hmm... she was on the wrong side for the tournament, she'd best get going.
The white-haired female strolled off, arriving a few minutes later—last to arrive at the melee—and was instructed to use one of their silly little practice swords. Fine, it wouldn't do her opponents any good; they'd lose regardless. Though she might have to get a new sword halfway in, this one looked a bit flimsy...
As it turned out, the first round of the melee was simple: a brawl, with wooden facsimiles of each combatants' preferred weapons, and being knocked down meant you were out. In a real battle, falling would get you trampled on, stabbed in the eye... all sorts of horrible fates. Naturally, with non-lethal weapons, it had been chosen as the condition for being knocked out.
Sir Tequila waited a minute, listening to the herald's droning as they announced each new combatant and any interesting facts about their lineage. Finally, it was her turn, causing quite a stir as the black-armoured female strode onto the field. Black was easier to maintain than the shiny stuff so many of the popinjays present wore and... well, what did a lich have against the god it was associated with?
Finally, the melee started. As expected, it was fast, brutal, chaotic, and she had to steal someone else's sword because hers broke after being slammed particularly hard into somebody's back. Entirely unsurprisingly, it broke on the penultimate man standing, leaving only one person charging at her with a wooden club and an 'axe'.
Pity he didn't have longer arms, getting punched in the face took him down easily enough.
Somewhere in the festival crowd was a sorcerer, waiting. What was he waiting for? A commotion that him and a number of other magic users were planning to cause. All he had to do is wait for the signal, when the signal appears in the sky, he can act.
It was a shame he couldn't do anything about the execution but he had to be practical. Risking a good number of men for only one man is likely to cause more losses than gains and would increase the security of executions.
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.Spoiler turned towards the newcomer and pointed his knife towards him "Don't you meddle in affairs which is none of your buissness!" He told William "This girl belongs to me!"
Some of the crowd walked away as the fighting had been resolved by now there was even more people listening to the violin playing girl, throwing more money into her violin case.
The Emperor himself sat in the V.I.P cubicle placed in the middle of the audiences terrace and he nodded approvingly to Sir Tequila as she knocked down the final contestant in this round. There were going to be four rounds before the winners of those brawls got to duke it out.
"I think she has a different idea about who owns her than you do," William said. He looked sternly at the girl. "If you run now I'll be too busy bringing him to a healer to pursue you, call the guard or even remember what you look like. Leave the knife." He was sorely tempted to leave the man to die, pimps were far from his favorite people and one who would prey on a child even less so. But being a servant of the Goddess was about doing what was right even when it stank. He picked the, pimp, up in his arms leaving the knife in to slow the bleeding. Fortunately he knew where all thechurch booths and stations were and headed for the nearest one. Not until he left the immediate area did he yell for the crowd to get out of his way.
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Trump delenda estMary smiled cheerfully at her audience. This was going to very well so far! She had earned quite a bit of money already... On that note, she began to play once more. This song was very cheerful, and upbeat, a contrast to the mournful tune she had been playing only moments before.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

"I wish to cause no problems, I suppose. If you insist on staying at this spot..." Mary sighed. All she wanted to do was play and earn some money, she hadn't intended to upset anyone, "I will move."
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."