Realistic or Modern Bastard's Tale

[Mewmewcatfish]

Rose remained quiet skinning a few more rabbits and handing them to Shaun to put on the fire, to replace the ones cooked. She cleaned her knife on her pants and shrugged, "A tournament sounds like jolly good fun to me! I enjoy a good fight or two now and again, might as well put all the aggression to good use."

She settled against a stone, pulling out her ponytail and shaking out her long silver hair. She brushed it back, eyeing the woods in case someone was keeping watch. It seemed as if they were alone, but she kept her boots and axes on, just in case. She thought of her early curse work with Shisa hoping that the man she had cursed was suffering right now. Another debt settled. A few more to go before she decided she was good enough to die. She eyed Shaun and held up an empty plate before he sat down, "Mind getting me some rabbit. My bones are weak sonney.."

She smiled up at him teasingly.

 

[TheAdept]

Jesse paused at hearing Shawn's remark.

"3000 years ago people flew on giant metal birds and could exchange paper for food and ammo." His idea of the world 3000 years ago was, of course, a little bit off "Things seem to be going downhill. Regardless little do they know they'll have a Bastard fighting in the tournament."

Shingo would know, however, and there was a chance Shingo would call him out. There was a chance he wouldn't, however. As far as everyone was concerned, the Bastards were all dead or defected to the Nobility. To break that illusion could incur punishment for Shingo, especially since he was once a Bastard as well.

 

[ScalpelsNSaws]

Shaun sighed before taking her plate, filling it with a hunk of dead rabbit, cooked over a fire pit to perfection*. By perfection it actually is mostly charred at this point, but at least it is cooked. "Last time I do you any minor favours." Shaun responded jokingly, walking over and sitting down, sharing his meal with Shisa.

He just sighed at how off Jesse's statement was when he talked about the old world, it hurt his soul a little but he couldnt blame the lad. It's not like he knows any better. All Shaun has are books written by biased authors or Government funded doctors of the various sciences.

 

[TheAdept]

Jesse's concept of the past was indeed inaccurate, but his concept of the tournament was not. The group settled into their encampment and achieved an amount of rest, but Jesse was insistent on finding out about the upcoming event. Despite the hurdles they faced, the group managed to show up to tournament a day and a half later.

It was unlike Jesse and likely some others in the group imagined. The tower the tournament was hosted stood out apart from the surrounding buildings. The architecture of it was from a time long past and a place far away which only now existed beneath the waters of the uncaring ocean. Jesse could tell people from all over the Culrud territory were here to compete. He noticed men from Todd's territory, men with the black patches of the Impaler's territory, and men with strange head dresses. The men from William's territory donned full sets of armor crafted from junk, and carried equally savage weapons. In their hands were massive blades crafted from welded together mower blades, or morning stars made with clumps of nails, razors, and miscellaneous sharp objects such as scissors welded to a center which was typically an Old World piece of technology which had no use in this world. Competitors from Todd territory were not much different, but carried massive shields which looked like metal torn from the metal carriages of the Old World but tiny swords. Men from the Sultan's territory carried curved swords.

It was fascinating, if a little sad. It resembled an illustration from a history book written after the collapse. Jesse smirked, hoping other targets besides just Shingo were present.