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In the heart of Teml Awyr, the magnificent capital of Alistia, a grand spectacle unfolded within the opulent Palas Nefol—the hosting grounds for a remarkable jousting tournament. The resplendent amphitheater shimmered with banners, and the air was charged with anticipation as warriors from across the empire, noble and common alike, gathered to partake in this extraordinary event.

The tournament, convened to celebrate a bountiful crop yield, had drawn participants from all walks of life, eager to showcase their martial prowess beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial palace. The bounty from Alistia's fertile lands served as a symbol of prosperity and unity, bringing forth not only the elite Imperial Guard, draped in silver armor bearing the engravings of Alistia's victories, but also a diverse array of warriors donned in iron and cloth, each with their own story to tell.

Yet, the tournament held an additional allure beyond the celebration of agricultural success. It was also an occasion to seek the hands of noble Alistian women, a tradition intertwining the festivities with the prospect of courtship and alliances. The Palas Nefol, adorned with lavish decorations, bore witness to the convergence of martial prowess, nobility, and the hope for future generations to be forged through the bonds of love and kinship.

As the heralds announced the commencement of the jousting tournament, the atmosphere within the amphitheater crackled with excitement. The clash of lance against shield, the thunder of hooves, and the harmonious blend of psionic energies and arcane forces became the symphony of this grand celebration—a testament to the vibrant spirit and traditions that shaped the heart of Alistia. The echoes of each bout resonated not only in the annals of the empire's history but also within the hearts of those who sought victory, honor, and the promise of a shared future beneath the beautiful skies of Teml Awyr.

Within the splendid Palas Nefol, the grand jousting tournament unfolded beneath the watchful eyes of dignitaries, nobles, and commoners alike. Warriors from all corners of the empire, clad in armor that told the tales of Alistia's storied past, had gathered to compete in a spectacle that celebrated not only a bountiful crop yield but also the prospects of courtship and alliances with noble Alistian women.

Among the distinguished participants was a young half-elven guardsman, donned in humble iron armor that bore the unmistakable signs of wear and rust. Hailing from a very minor noble family, his presence among the elite Imperial Guard spoke volumes of his determination and the aspirational spirit that fueled his desire for recognition.

As the jousting bouts progressed, the atmosphere crackled with the energy of each clash, each lance strike, and each strategic maneuver. The young half-elven guardsman, despite the odds stacked against him, emerged as a rising star, defeating opponents with a combination of skill, agility, and the latent psionic powers that marked him as a true Alistian.

The pivotal moment arrived when he faced a seasoned Inquisitor, a noble warrior draped in dark robes and symbols of unwavering allegiance to the Ecclesia Hominibus. The crowd, enthralled by the prospect of an unconventional match, watched as the half-elven guardsman, his iron armor barely recognizable, squared off against his formidable adversary.

In a dramatic turn, the underdog guardsman skillfully maneuvered his horse, deflecting the Inquisitor's lance with uncanny precision. The clash of the wooden pikes rang through the air as the half-elven warrior seized victory, shattering long-standing expectations and making history as the first non-Inquisitor to best one in the tournament for hundreds of years.

However, the grandmaster of the Inquisitors, witnessing the unexpected outcome, harbored extreme dissatisfaction. The defeated Inquisitor, now off his horse, met a tragic end. In a scene shrouded in secrecy, the Inquisitor lay in a pool of his own blood, a wooden pike having found its mark.

The echoes of the jousting tournament reverberated through the celestial palace, leaving an indelible mark on Alistian history. Whispers of foul play and political intrigue mingled with the echoes of applause, and the fate of the young half-elven guardsman became entwined with a shadowy undercurrent that hinted at deeper conflicts within the heart of Alistia. The Palas Nefol, witness to this momentous event, stood silent, as the grand celebration turned into a tale of unexpected triumph, dark secrets, and the uncertain destiny that awaited the courageous half-elven champion.

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Today, I was looking down at my people, the very ones who had chosen me to be their leader after so many years of travelling and looking for the best possible land, until we got it, it was mine now- I mean, ours.
I got at the podium and started talking about the power we'll soon have, through a strong economy, which will let everybody live the best possible life, with full freedom and no oppression towards me- I mean, us, with the whole power to control our destiny and set ourselves as the greatest nation in the world - But, step by step, that must be done.
In my first meeting with the congress we had to discuss a megaproject, for the country as a whole, for the whole of our term, and to be continued by many other past me.
I thought about how the magistones were such a great source of power, richness, and may be used to bring justice, so I had to show them the idea- And so I did.
"Gentleman, we must ensure the future of our people, else we're nobodies anywhere from here to the future, so I must present to you an idea.
We all know Magistones hold such a great power, it's impossible to fathom it.
Well now, I think the best course of action for ourselves is to control the market itself, so that our people will have it at a really good price and other nations will fall to our feet."
The congress was really divided with the idea, so I took the word again, talking with a strong voice.
"If we do it, we're gonna do it right, we're gonna start a megaproject, and another one as a normal one. The megaproject will consist on the biggest possible mining industry ever seen, we're gonna get all of the stones in that so great mountain range at the north of us." Most congress was alright with that idea, and then, I said the next one "Now, we're gonna use our mages, witches and these new era, so called alchemists, to find out the secret which gives the power to control the world, the secret, of creating the Magistones".
The congress was really divided on the idea, with many arguing that they came from god itself, and we'd be playing with much greater forced than those of our comprehension.
"Don't worry at all, people, please, this project will investigate it as much as possible, even if we don't get a way to produce them, we'll be able to use them to their best! There's no way of losing in this kind of situation, is the best for our country, and our citizens. Imagine how powerful the common folk will be when they get the lowest possible price for a Magistone. They'll be able to have many, and so, they'll be able to maximise their production output, finish off crime and be a real force to deal with in any war!"
After these words, most of the congress calmed down, and finally, after a way too long voting session, both the project and the megaproject were approved by the congress, barely making the 2/3 majority needed.
"Trust me fellas, you will see how great this'll be" I said, knowing that all of these rich merchants were putting their necks against the blade thanks to this project, but if it came out well, I'd be the great hero and founder of a legacy in our beautiful, free, fair and powerful country.
When finally leaving, I shouted words I'd live and die for:
"¡Libertas, Iustitia et Postestas!"

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Screams, lots of screams split the normal nightly sounds. I lifted my head from the floor of my cell. I was still groggy from earlier and it took me a moment to realise what was happening. Fighting lots of fighting at first I thought it was the usual stuff this clan did but no it was the sound of battle. As I looked up I could see orcs battling what looked like children, human children. As I watched one of the fights I saw the human child turn and could see the beard.... they were Dwarves. This must have been who the Clan had planned to fight. Yet the Dwarves had found the Clans home and had attacked. As I watch I saw Orc women with their children flee into the marshland. With the Clan warriors trying to cover their retreate whilst trying to flee themselves.

After about 10 minutes, the Battle was over and the Dwarves were the only ones left standing. They were securing the town when a couple trotted up "look at that a Green Orc.... don't see these around these parts." One of them remarked. "I came from abroad, my ship was boarded and my crew killed baring a human male." The Dwarves turned and shrugged and opened the cell and throw one of their cloaks to me. I dropped it over my naked form and exited the cell. They lead me to the centre of the Clan village. There I saw Jack sat on the floor with a Dwarve talking to him, I realised quickly that he was the commander. He turned "Ah Captain Sraak I presume. The merchant guild in Greela have been looking for you..." I sat down next to Jack not quite believing what was happening. "... Well Jack has filled me in on what's been happening since your contract begain. I won't ask you for the time being for your account. We need to get back to base before the Grey Skins come back in force.
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This Clan is a particularly nasty bunch when compared to a couple of the other Orc Clans in the area." With that he walked off and within moments me and Jack were helped to our feet and we begain walking evidently back the way they came from. I looked at Jack and he reached and squeezed my hand in reassurance. "It will be OK Captain"