Omen: 16, 20
Lanarot stared up at Adam, her eyes wide, w how this could possibly be.
Adam had pleted his typical routine. He woke up, worked out, bathed, auro eat. However, he was inspired by Katool, who had shaved the sides of her head, and decided to take dawnval in stride with a fresh new beginning.
He shaved his beard.
“What’s wrong, Lanababy?” Adam asked, holding his sister beside him.
Her eyes tio look around Adam’s face. Everything seemed so familiar, yet so different. Adam’s freshly shaved face looked so different, and Lanarot tio s his features.
The girl looked to her mother. Her face began to twist. She shook. Her screeg cry pierced the air as tears fell from her eyes, and she tio shake and cry, reag for her mother.
Sonarot took her daughter away from Adam, who remained frozen, also in shock by her behaviour. Lanarot had never rejected him like this before, and he rocessing it, just like how Lanarot had processed the stranger holding her.
“I ’t believe you’ve dohis,” Adam whispered. “I’m not even Bck.”
Jurot threw Adam a look, trying to uand what he meant by that. From what he gathered, he assumed Adam was talking about the colour of his skin, referring to the Aswadians who made their home in middle Aswadia.
Lanarot hid herself into her mother’s chest as she calmed down, sug against her thumb.
‘Shaving was a mistake,’ Adam thought. He hadn’t realised his adorable little sister would have reacted so harshly towards him.
“I felt so lucky today too,” Adam said, quietly.
“How lucky?” Jurot asked.
“Really lucky,” Adam replied. “I’ll probably try and ent twice, even if it hurts.”
Sonarot patted her daughter’s back gently, and remaione faced as she stared at Adam, whereas he tried to ignore her look. He uood that she didn’t want him enting so much, especially sidering how much it had hurt him previously.
“Ah, speaking of which, are there any spears i family vault?” Adam asked.
“Why do you need a spear?” Sonarot asked, rubbing her daughter’s back.
“I was thinking about enting one,” Adam replied, vaguely. “I had a really nice idea about what to ent it with.”
Sonarot assumed he wao practise with it, but could tell there was much more to it. However, Adam didn’t keep mas from her, save for those which were used to surprise her. He had told her his life story, which was the most ridiculous and dangerous thing she had heard, so she trusted him enough with smaller secrets.
After breakfast, Adam was taken to the family vault, following Sonarot through the lowork of tunnels. Eventually they came across tunnels with letters of the Iyr’s alphabet. R. O. T.
The pin wall ahead had forty slots, and Sonarot pced her ten s within the slots, with Adam looking away.
Sonarot smiled, w why he tio look away, but she left the matter. ‘In case you are ever kidnapped and tortured,’ she thought, remembering his excuse st time.
The wall shuddered and fell, revealing a rge treasury, full of pouches, ons, most of which were axes, armour, and all manner of treasures, all illuminated by small gems which had sparked to life ohe door had opened.
Adam he spellbooks, and the thought came to him. ‘Does the Iyr really have no Scribe Mages?’
There were all kinds of furs, hides, leather and scales withi family vault, though Adam he amount had increased si time.
“How did you get so muew stuff?” Adam asked. The entire room felt so much smaller than st time, though it was easily a hueps side to side, and fifty deep. The doorway which led further inside seemed to have disappeared.
“Yht so much back,” Sonarot said, noting the white wolf furs, the auroch furs, and the dusk hawk feathers.
“Oh,” Adam replied. “Right.”
However, Adam here was so much more than just what they had brought back. He decided against asking more about it, not wanting to know things he shouldn’t know.
“ I take any of these spears?” Adam asked, noting the handful of spears which lihe rack to one side.
“Yes,” Sonarot replied, simply.
Adam eyed up the different spears. They were all well made, as he had expected, and were made from all kinds of different materials. Staring at the ten spears, he noted just how different eae was, from the materials used, to the lengths of the shaft, to the designs of the heads, and evets of each spear.
“Do you wish to take multiple?” Sonarot asked.
Adam rubbed his bare , which felt so different now that he had shaved it. He almost missed the feeling of his beard. “No, no. It’s awkward if you treat me that well,” Adam half joked.
“Awkward?”
“Yeah.” Adam cleared his throat. “It’s awkward when you’re so o me.”
“Should I be less nice?”
Adam rubbed his neck with his knuckles. “No?”
Sonarot smiled.
Adam picked the spear which was the most average ih after being uo choose which spear he wao ent.
Sonarot wondered if she should ask why he was enting the spear, but decided against it.
“Once we’re out questing, we’ll bring back more for the vault,” Adam assured her, taking the spear with him.
“It is fihe wealth of the Rot family has been built over many geions.”
“I hear the Ool and Gak family don’t have quite as much?”
“They hold less than the average in the Iyr,” Sonarot admitted. “However, they are still ripared to those of Aldnd.”
“What about the Nobles?”
“They are richer in different ways.”
“Fair enough,” Adam replied with a nod. “I may be back a little ter tonight because of my enting.”
“Be careful, Adam.”
Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 20 (13)Omen: 16, 20 -> 1620 + 7 = 27
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
“Your Imperial Majesty!” called the fidant, taking a knee before his neointed Emperor. “They say the Fme Emperor is missing.”
“Missing?” the Emperor replied from atop his throne. He had thought about the way to stop his empire from crumbling, and he resented with such a great opportunity. He tapped the throh his finger.
What a perfect opportunity it was. With the Fme Emperor missing, they’d be able to at least mount a small skirmish against the Fme Emperor’s nds, rallying the people together under his banner. He could spin even a minor defeat into a victory, and with the Fme Emperohey’d be able to at least manage something of note.
‘No,’ the Emperor thought, with uncharacteristic thoughtfulness. ‘Why would he go missing at this time? After grandfather abdicated and…’ It hadn’t taken him more than a moment to realise what had happened. ‘No doubt he’s goo py too, that old man.’
He leaned his head back, as though he were looking down on his kneeling fidant. There were two pathways before him. Rallying the army for a small skirmish with the empire beside their own, or to keep the unsteady peace, tinuing their game of sending a handful of warriors to one ao show off.
‘I shouldn’t give any of my siblings or cousins the ability to raise their own armies,’ the Emperor thought. ‘Not while my pce isn’t ted yet.’
“Sihe Fme Emperor is missing, send word that we will send any informatiarding the Fme Emperor if we find any.”
“Yes, your Imperial Majesty,” the fidant replied, quickly leaving his position.
Thus Fate was forever ged.
Mana: 16 -> 12Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 20 (13)Omen: 16 -> 016 + 7 = 23
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
“Yrace!” called the fidant to the future Emperor, taking a knee before him. “The Thunder Emperor sends his best wishes, and has sent word he will assist with information about his Imperial Majesty.”
“So news has already spread so far,” the First Fme King replied, poking his head up from his book. “So he’ll help us? I was sure that he would have started a bother with us, sidering his behaviour.”
“A ploy, yrace?”
“Perhaps.” The First Fme King wondered how he should take the news. “Or it could be the first step in him showing that he wishes to keep the peace between us.” ‘He should know about the agreements which were formed back then.’
The King sighed. ‘Father, to think even you had a childish side to you.’ “Tell the soldiers at our borders to keep a, just in case.”
“All the borders?”
“Yes,” the King replied. “All of them.” He wasn’t sure what it was about the day, but he felt as though it was the right move to make.
“As you wish, yrace.” The fidant quickly stood, bowing before his King, before leaving.
“And…” the King called, the fidant stopping, spinning on his heel to kneel. “Take my sword and pce it withione.”
The fidant raised his brows in arm. “As you wish, yrace.” At first he had thought the King was taking the news in stride, but to think he would go so far t back the First Fme Legion.
Each King had something in their possession which would allow them t forth their own legion, though it was a great price to pay. He was allowed to summon his own legion, but only at the cost of losing his sword, a great artefact.
The fidant held out his arms and accepted the sword from his King. It was made of drakkenfyre, not to be fused with the numerous things in the world called drakkenfyre or something simir, as the material was fed from the Embers and Sparks of an a dragon. It was a deep red, like dried blood, with specks of gold which pulsed with great magics, soon to y dormant.
The fida with the sword, something which he didn’t dare to drop, for the sake of his entire family.
The First Fme King inhaled deeply. “War is on the horizon again,” he supposed. However, without his father, things would be more troublesome. ‘You won’t go off to die, will you, father?’
Thus Fate was forever ged.
Intelligence SaveD20 + 5 = 23 (18)
Adam felt the spear e his Mana from him, draining him of his strength. He felt the raging magics as they tried to invade his mind to fill him with a siess for his btant disrespect of using so much magic to ent, to disregard Order and Banbsp;
Adam roared out, pushing away the pounding of the magic which assaulted his mind. He panted, feeling the sweat against his forehead. He wiped his brow, looking aside to the Iyrman, who had approached him after hearing the shouting.
“Yo,” Adam said, stretg out his babsp;
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Adam replied. “Couldn’t be better.”
The Iyrman could see that Adam could, indeed, be better.
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