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There was no prohibition. But there was a warning from Alex that using magic wouldn't look very good in the eyes of the NPCs. And that's what happened. I also played out this moment with my character. And personally, I continue the theme that the victory wasn't entirely fair because magic was used. You're laughing, saying, "Well, the GM didn't forbid it." The GM doesn't forbid Cassius from stabbing a feather under Sandar's ribs or Aidan. Should I do that and then mock you when you get upset about such actions?
Before it started, I didn't say anything and didn't plan to, because Alex initially indicated this point, which means he anticipated this kind of micro-conflict to create content. Content within the game world.
Should I advise a player not to play the game? I don't know, maybe I should have. But would he listen? (No).
Rape ✔️ GM's character ✔️ Favoritism ✔️ Traps ✔️ Gray text argument ✔️ Finally, I'm approaching Revan's level.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The Constable, not entirely pleased with having to leave his comfort zone, approaches Sandar – now unburdened by armor, wearing a doublet and holding a cup in his hand.
-- My congratulations. An unusual technique! Many won't approve, but as long as the chance of encountering a mage and a master of hand-to-hand combat simultaneously at the Arran tournament is negligible... Everyone has learned a lesson that any effort, status, and equipment can crumble due to the blind will of the great Nothing, simply because the wheel of fate has yielded one in a thousand chances of an unfavorable outcome. However, I'm not here for philosophy. Influential people have been following your successes, and tonight you are invited to the Stronghold.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Gautier takes his place in the lodge between Geoffroy and Zuricha, doing his best to maintain proper etiquette while concealing his embarrassment, fatigue, and injuries.
"Yes, brother," the marshal said, patting his adopted brother on the shoulder and offering him wine. "Who would have thought... Three years of unbroken victories in the Knight Tournaments, and the first time you compete in a foot tournament, you suffer such a disappointing defeat. Well, there's always room for improvement."
"I'm not getting any younger, Geoffroy. Of course, I'll train harder. Of course, I'm glad for a worthy challenge, but... this is already the twilight of my career."
"Twilight awaits us beyond the sea... And I'm glad that fate has offered us a new warrior today—whatever the nature of his strength, it will serve the expedition well."
"Do you want to deprive me of even a glorious death?" Gautier smiles sincerely, draining his cup. "Yes, yes, I haven't forgiven you for warning me about your plan at the last minute, and now this... another blow below the belt."
"Are you going to cry?..." The marshal winks at Zuricha. "I know you won't. Maybe it's too early for you to die in the abyss; so many people would be upset. Right, Lady Silkweb? Forget it. You'll never be the best at everything. And neither will I. And neither will this strange newcomer. We are all always losers in something."
"But why?"
"It's simple..."
...
With these profound words, the brothers' dialogue ends. Fortunately, the wine smooths over the awkward silence.
Added 13 minutes ago Sky
- I will come, - Cassius replied briefly.
The silent warriors silently disperse, and Cassius, no longer of interest to the crowd, is left to himself.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers