Session 2: “What Game Are We Playing?” | Defenders of Kathrakopolis

Wildflower & Vinnie

Wildflower stood up from the trophy-goblet of ambrosia, still burning. Cordwynn met their eyes from the ring. “Do we keep wrestling?”

The referee raised her hands, unsure.

“No matter. I concede.” Cordwynn bowed to Wildflower. “I have faced you, now. You know my strength now, and I know yours. I shall be glad to test you again — another time.”

The referee lifted the kylix, and held it out to Vinnie. “This is somewhat irregular, but — I declare you tournament champion! Hail Wildflower!”

Still somewhat dazed, Wildflower carried the trophy into the city.

It was about then their shirt caught fire.

***

The silver glow faded, and the room was dark. Vinnie could barely make out the shape of the now-dry pool — and was that a metal ring around it? Silver? Gold? He leaned in closer.

It was lead. Worthless.

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