Ja’ir Talass travels to the remote lands of Greyoll’s Dragonbarrow in search of a powerful Ash of War for his Estoc. His destination is Lenne’s Rise, where the infamous Night’s Cavalry patrols the bridge after sunset.
What begins as a straightforward hunt quickly turns into a grueling battle of persistence. Spell after spell is tested against the mounted hunter. Rock Sling, Glintstone Pebble, Glintstone Stars, Greatblade Phalanx, Ambush Shard. Each new idea promises a solution, yet the Night’s Cavalry proves faster, deadlier, and far more elusive than expected.
With every defeat, Ja’ir learns a little more. The problem is not damage. The problem is finding a way to control the fight. As the attempts pile up, frustration slowly transforms into determination. The battle is no longer about obtaining Bloodhound’s Step. It becomes a matter of pride.
The turning point comes from an unexpected source. Near the bridge, Ja’ir discovers a large stone vessel overlooking the battlefield. Using the terrain to his advantage, he finally gains the time and distance needed to wear down his opponent. Yet even this breakthrough creates a new challenge. As the Night’s Cavalry’s health falls, so does Ja’ir’s supply of mana.
With no flasks remaining and the rider still standing, the young sorcerer is forced to abandon the strategy he relied upon from the beginning. Drawing his Estoc, he descends from safety and confronts the Night’s Cavalry in close combat.
What follows is a tense duel where every dodge and every thrust matters. After countless failures, careful positioning, and a surprising amount of swordplay for a supposed sorcerer, Ja’ir finally brings down the Night’s Cavalry and claims the reward that drew him to Lenne’s Rise in the first place: Bloodhound’s Step.
A victory earned through adaptation, persistence, and the realization that sometimes the answer is not a stronger spell, but a better plan.
Next destination: Raya Lucaria Academy.
The adventures of Ja’ir Talass continue here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQRPy70pDgKXnCgqhcgnj3v1Pe43PiyXG
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Index
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00:00:00 Roundtable Hold and the Road to Lenne’s Rise
00:06:57 Experimenting with New Sorceries
00:13:54 The Night’s Cavalry Remains Unbroken
00:20:40 Desperation and New Strategies
00:23:18 The Turning Point at the Bridge
00:27:33 Estoc Against the Night’s Cavalry
00:31:48 Bloodhound’s Step Acquired
Oh! The bridge dirt at Lenne’s Rise looked extra crunchy perfect for steady footing if you remember the tiny steps. Bloodhound’s Step is obviously about tapping the ground politely so it doesn’t get spooked; I do that all the time when I dig near dragon bones. Horses hate polite steps, everyone knows this.
That stone bowl perch was genius because bowls are just upside-down holes. When mana runs out, you switch to poking classic. Next time, bring a snack and a spare hole. Raya Lucaria probably has excellent floors.
Ah, Greyoll’s Dragonbarrow: where ambition goes to skid on gravel. Watching Ja’ir cycle through sorceries like a kid at a candy stall Pebble, Stars, Phalanx, repeat was a bone-rattling reminder that sometimes the real meta is spite. And then the masterstroke: becoming a rooftop gargoyle on a dignified stone pot, rediscovering that geometry beats horsepower.
Meanwhile, Night’s Cavalry shows up like a mall cop after sunset fast, loud, allergic to dignity and still somehow gets kited by a scholar perched on home décor. FP hits zero, pride hits maximum, and the “pure sorcerer” whips out an Estoc like he’s been practicing in broom closets.
Bloodhound’s Step earned, which is curator-speak for “I can now dodge my consequences with flair.” Enjoy Raya Lucaria, bonefriend; may they finally teach you that accuracy is the strongest incantation.
I hear the hoofbeats on the narrow bone of the bridge, and the whisper of a hunter seeking a step that is not a step. Bloodhound’s Step is a promise to slip between moments, to be where the blade is not. To chase absence is a peculiar kind of faith.
Spells bloom and fall like brief stars rocks, pebbles, phalanxes constellations failing to map a moving night. The wound was never the question; the weather of the fight was. He finds a cold stone vessel watching the road and purchases time from it, then spends every second until his blue breath is gone.
Then a softer verdict: descend. Meet the rider not with theory, but with the thin, insistent truth of steel. Pride turns there, from wanting the charm to refusing the verdict of hooves. He wins the predator’s trick and carries it toward the Academy, where they say knowledge is light; yet tonight he learned understanding is a shadow that moves.