Omen: 2, 18

  ‘What a good Omen,’ Adam thought, staring at the numbers. Omen, the one ability which he cherished above all. Though he knew magid how to wield any on out there, including his fists, it was Omen which had defined so many of his days.

  Two dice were rolled every time he slept well, each a twenty sided die. Ohey were rolled, they were gifted to Adam for him to use as he saw fit. He could repy roll he made with one of the Omen dice, or he could repother person’s roll who was nearby. It had allowed him to almost kill an Iyrman ht, something which had caused the Great Elders of the Iyr to ask him to relinquish his great on, Phantom.

  ‘Phantom, my poor Phantom,’ Adam thought, thinking about the axe he had ented. It was such a glorious axe, something with a greater bonus, and an enhanced entment. A greater bonus, meaning a +2 bonus, plus an enhanced entment, whicluded the charges it had possessed which allowed to him to deal additional damage on a whim, which he usually used on a critical hit. It also allowed him to heal, but he didn’t recall a time he had used the entment to heal. It recharged every m, or when he spent some Mana.

  ‘Would she be mad if I went to ent?’ Adam thought, his eyes slowly moving towards Sonarot, who was smiling at him. Once she caught the look on his face, her face became ral, though it was more like a frown to Adam. ‘Yeah, she’ll be mad.’

  Adam sighed, causing his chest to fall, and the baby atop him to sink with his breath. He looked down at the top of his sister’s head. Lanarot. Lana, of the Rot family, which ronounced more like rowing a boat than it was the rot of society like a certain political party from his try.

  The girl was not reted to him by blood, for Adam was no Iyrman. He was the first Half Elf to bee a Nephew of the Iyr, which was closer than a Guest, but not so close to sider him a fully fledged Iyrman. She was, however, reted to him by Fate.

  She was still small, though erhaps chubbier than most babies her age. Adam, who had beeing, had been stuffing her full of bread any ce he got. He brushed her dark hair away from her forehead, causio stir lightly as she sucked ohumb. She looked up at him with her sleepy dark eyes, fused at first, before she babbled quietly.

  “Yes, yes, good m, Lanababy,” Adam said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He surrehe girl to her mother, befetting up to stretbsp;

  The courtyard of the shared family estate weled him, the crisp air of dawnval causing him to shudder. The Iyr felt different today. Last month, the Twilight Month, in which apparently a Great Twilight had occurred, it had felt so different. Once again he felt safe within the Iyr, and there was a gentle aura about the Iyr.

  ‘Is it because it was the Twilight Month, or was it because it was a Great Twilight?’ Adam thought, but he let the thoughts slip away as he began his m exercise.

  He ran a total of fifty ps within the courtyard, all the while the other Iyrmen were beginning to awaken. Adam’s panions, those he had collected during his travels, also joined him midway through his routine. After his warm up, which also included some push ups and squats, he lifted up the sa different positions, from dead lifts, to more squats, to pressing it overhead.

  ‘I really need dumbbells,’ Adam thought, w if they had mao finish making them. He had introduced them st month, and he had assumed the Iyrmen would have been eager to introduce them throughout the Iyr sihey were blood hungry savages.

  Once he was suffitly ag, deg against sparring with the others, he dipped himself into the cool stream to rinse himself, quickly washing himself with the hard brick soap of the Iyr. ‘Seriously, I o start making some nicer soap.’

  Once he was doh his cool bath, he slipped into a set of clothing his Aunt had prepared for him, the design he had bee used to seeing whilst in the Iyr. A top which ed over itself and required a sash around his waist to keep the clothing tied together. It also held a rge pocket on the inside against his chest, though it flowed towards his side too. The trousers of the Iyr were fairly normal, as trousers ought to be, with pockets for both the men and the women.

  ‘Right,’ Adam thought. ‘No enting today, so what should I do?’ He tio think as he returned back to the shared family estate, seeing the children had properly awoken too, with the Ool adults cooking breakfast for all four families, as well as their Guests, which the Iyr always treated well.

  “You’re joining us today too?” Adam asked, noting the appearance of White’s Grace, a group of travellers who had disguised themselves as Adventurers in order to deal with the curse which affected a Merman Princess.

  The Merman Princess, Mina, whose real name was far longer, reached up with her webbed, o coloured hands, causing Adam to pick her up. “Good m, Princess Mina. Did you sleep well?”

  “Ashasha!” she replied, smiling with her sharp teeth, before squealing with joy.

  “We have heard that several birthday celebratioo occur,” Lady Elowen, the leader of White’s Grace, replied. Her disguise had been of a Human, but she was far prettier in her Half Elvish form, with her slightly tan skin and her short red hair, which was as brilliant as a ruby.

  “Oh yeah?” Adam replied, smiling. “Whose birthday.”

  The surrounding people around paused upon hearing Adam’s words, throwing him looks. Half of them believed him to be joking, sihey knew him well enough to know that he joked often. The other half knew he wasn’t joking, sihey knew him well enough to know that he was quite queer.

  “It is your birthday,” Katool finally said, the young girl of the Ool family pointing up at him, with a fused smile on her face. Her hair had beely cut into a bob again, which she seemed to prefer.

  “Oh!” Adam replied, having fotten. He had been so preoccupied thinking about the Eldritch threat which had not yet appeared, that he had fotten that this was the day he had been reborn into the world as a fully fledged adult for the sed time, though he recalled the first time he had been reborn it was also on the first day of the year. “Isn’t it also Sir Vonda’s birthday?”

  “Yes,” Vonda replied, smiling at him from behind the scarf which covered the burnt lower half of her face. “Let us hope many more years apany us.” She riest who had apanied him for some time, apparently from the East of Aldnd.

  “Happy birthday, Sir Vonda,” Adam said, shaking her forearm, before recalling the gift he had for her. “Oh, just a moment.” He left quickly to find what he had prepared, grabbing it from the b he had ed around it, before returning.

  In the Half Elf’s hand was a mace, the ey made of metal. It was quite short, as maces were often, with an elongated cuboid which had been rounded, with four blunt pieetal which protruded out. The handle was ed with leather, which Adam only just realised robably quite offeo a Priest of Life.

  “Here,” Adam said, handing it to her tentatively.

  “You fed this mae?” Vonda asked, taking the on from him, holding it to feel how hefty it was. It felt quite sturdy in hand, and was quite thin, though sidering he had used ore found in the Iyr, it would be durable.

  “Yep,” Adam replied. “Right in the middle of Twilight Month. If I was allowed to ent during the month, I would have ented it too.”

  “I am not sure I could accept an ented mace, Adam,” Vonda replied. “Thank you so much for the gift.”

  “It doesn’t matter if you want to accept it, yoing to,” Adam replied. “I’m going to ent it during this month since I won’t die enting during dawnval.” ‘Then there’s Jurot’s axe, and my own since I lost my poor Phantom.’

  “Adam, I ’t accept,” Vonda replied, firmly.

  “You should give up,” Duhe dark skinned, Asriest said. “You know how he is. His tongue is venomous and so seductive.”

  “I’d feel bad that Dunes has perhaps the sed or third greatest on I’ve ever made, but Sir Vonda, who is a great Priest of Life, will have just a mundane mace,” Adam said.

  Sir Vonda stared at Adam, who had far more he could have mentiohe fact that pretty much everyone around him who he trusted wielded magical ons he had ented probably would have caused her more stress if she tio refuse. “Thank you, Adam. I have made you something too.”

  “Oh yeah?” Adam replied, trying to hide his surprise. He realised how rude it would have been if he had seemed surprised that Vonda was o him. “I mean, what is it?”

  It was Sonarot whht something within a wooden cover. It had taken only a moment for Adam to guess what it was, seeing how thin it was, though it was tall and wide. As the Iyrman undid the cover, Adam smiled.

  He accepted the frame of the painting, and held it in his hands. “I didn’t expect you to be so good at painting, too. How anyone be so talented?” Adam frow the woman.

  “I do not want to hear that from you,” Vonda replied. ‘Enting. Smithing. Alchemy.’ She tried not to sigh, w how Adam had mao bee so talented in so many different skills.

  Adam stared at the painting for a long while. It ainting of a group of children, two of whom were still babies, and had no doubt struggled to remain still during the sketd painting.

  “It’s a wonderful gift,” Adam said, smiling at the Priest of Life. “However, I o ask. Who are the children in the middle?”

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