Omen: 2, 11

  Chief Iromin was gd he was born within the Iyr. If something had occurred like st night within Aldnd or any other nd, there would be those with power trying to find out what had happened. Yet, within the Iyr, things moved smoothly, for what they must know, they know.

  He had to spend his time figuring out how to deal with the most pressing issue, but he had the peace to do so without the additional stress of suspis cast against the Great Elders.

  “It’s cold,” Adam said, gng around. His triplets cuddled up against him, not wanting to leave his presence. Even Lanarot was holding her mother’s hand as she stuck bread into her mouth, looking up to check that her mother was still there.

  “Will you py with the children today?” Sonarot asked, looking out to the other children, who had stuck closely with their own parents.

  “Sure. We read and py some WaW, and maybe read some more…”

  Adam did as he promised, allowing the children to read to him. The children sat clether that day, and tried to sit right up beside the Half Elf.

  ‘How cute.’

  It was during the evening that they approached. More than thirty thousand strong, with banners and cloaks denoting their legions, trekking through the snow. They were not quite as fresh as the beginning of the month, already hardened from the various Beast Waves.

  Duke Lio rode he King, his Lionguard a short ways away. The King was surrounded by his King’s Bdes, assuring that if the Duke did decide to betray his liege, he would die moments ter.

  They approached the huge walls of the Iyr, noting the greater walls beyond. The King swore he had not seen such walls before, but he smiled. ‘The Iyr does fear me.’ There was only ohing the Iyr could possibly fear, for their walls were built to keep the Aldish away, and had stood solely for that purpose.

  At least, that was what the King assumed.

  Standing atop the gate was a single figure, though within the hidden bunkers nearby, there were at least another few hundred Iyrmen, ready and eager for blood.

  The King leaned back, refusing to raise his eyes, and stared across the handsome Elder. “Opees, Iyrman. I, King Justinian Bckwater, ruler of all the nds from Drakkenn to Aswadasad, have e to speak with your Chiefs.”

  Elder Lykan was an Iyrman, which meant he khe value of patience. He was an Elder of the Front Iyr, which typically developed over the course of years, and had been taught with that in mind. This year was an anomaly, of course.

  “ates are closed, Lord Justinian.”

  The King narrowed his eyes at the words of the Elder. Of course, he had started by belittling the Iyrmen, but to think they would dare to return such words ba. “That is King Justinian to you, Iyrman,” the King stated, his words calm, full of authority. “What do you mean yates are closed?”

  “We will not opees,” Lykan replied, simply. “To you, or your army.”

  “Iyrman, my army is thirty thousand strong,” Justinian warned. “What do you mean you will not open yates? I have e for supplies for the war!”

  “ates are closed,” the Front Iyr Elder repeated.

  “What treachery is this, Iyrman?” Lio shouted upwards. “How dare you refuse your King’s words!”

  “Lord Bckwater is a great King within his nds, but these are not Aldish nds, for these are the nds of the Iyr, as romised by blood and steel. It was your aor, King Solomon the Wise, who had promised the nds beyond the Five Bends.”

  “It is your honour to serve such a great King,” Lio called.

  “There are no Kings within the Iyr,” Lykan stated, firmly. “If you wish to break the treaty, then you need say no more. I will call the Chief.”

  “You speak of breaking the treaty, but it is you who have brokereaty,” Justinian stated, firmly. “One hundred soldiers were promised for war, and we have e for such warriors, which have been promised.”

  “I will call the Chief,” Lykan stated, before raising a hand, and g his fist.

  The King did not notiything peculiar at the sign, though the King’s Bdes tensed up.

  The Chief arrived not long after, having already made his way to the Front Iyr before the King’s army had arrived at the gates of the Front Iyr.

  “I have heard that you wish to break the treaty which has saved Aldnd for millennia,” the Chief said. “We Iyrmen have always show favour to the good Bckwater family, but it is no shame to gain such fertile hunting grounds at our borders.”

  The King narrowed his eyes, notig something within the Chief’s eyes. “I have not e to break the treaty, Chief. I have e for what romised. A hundred soldiers for war, as romised by your aors.”

  The Chief remaiaring down at the King. The Great Elder of the Iyr wore a bde at his side, the hilt made of bone aal, magical of course. The King was adorned i magical gear from head to toe, even the rings on his fingers were magical. Even so, it was the Chief who looked down at the King like a predator staring at the most delicious prey.

  The Chief let go of the bloodlust within his eyes. ‘It would be difficult to war without Elder Peace.’ “It is good hat our treaty tio stand. As promised, I will send word for one hundred Iyrmen to support you.”

  The King called for his men to make camp around the snowy nds of the Iyr. The snow had loed within Aldnd, though it somehow g to the Iyr.

  Bells rung within the Iyr, causing Adam to stop his game. “First drums and now bells?”

  The children listened ily, before looking to Taygak.

  “War,” Taygak said.

  “What?”

  “King, e,” she said, certain the bells were due to the treaty.

  “The King has e?” Adam asked.

  Jarot appeared at the shared family estate not soon after the bells began ringing, wearing Jirot and Jarot against his chest in a leather traption.

  “I must go to war,” Jarot said.

  “What?” Adam bli the one armed old man, pig up his babies. “Yoing to war? Are you pnning to die, old man?”

  ‘Should I beat him?’ Jarot thought. “Jirot and Jarot should stay here with you while their babo is gone.”

  Adam frowned. “I hear the King isn’t the best at making good military decisions.”

  “He is not bad,” Jarot admitted. “He has made mistakes, yes, but he is not a terrible leader.”

  Adam raised his brows.

  “It does not matter for Elder Wrath will lead us.”

  Adam frowned. He couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about this. “Good luan. You ’t die, otherwise my kids will cry.”

  Jarot smiled. “I am not so easy to kill.”

  “Say that when I have Phantom in my hand.”

  Jarot burst out into ughter, before he pat Adam on his shoulder. He brought Adam into a hug, hugging the twins too, before embrag the other children nearby.

  Gangak and Otkan appeared too, embrag each of the children, including Adam’s twins and triplets.

  “We will return soon,” Gangak assured, hugging the Goblins tight to her chest. They stared up at her with rge smiles, g quietly. She looked down to the triplets and smiled, petting their heads. “Grow up well.”

  “Thank you for helping with Jirot,” Adam said, shaking Otkan’s forearm. “I will be sure to repay the debt.”

  “I still owe you a debt,” Otkan said. “This did not t.”

  “A debt?” Adam asked.

  “I lost the bet.”

  “Ah.” Adam smiled. “Well, even if it doesn’t t to you, it ts to me.”

  Otkan brushed his hair.

  Health: 65 -> 59

  Jarot spped his back. “Just accept her debt, you brat of a grandson.”

  “Whose yrandson?” Adam rubbed his back, feeling the pulsing ache.

  The trio of elderly Iyrmen the, going off to grab their gear. Soon, they would be led to the Front Iyr.

  “Granduncle and that old geezer are gone,” Adam said, quietly. “So, whose the stro i family now?”

  “Uncle Kalrot,” Sonarot thought.

  “How strong are they?”

  “They are firmly a Master.”

  ‘What was that, Silver Rank?’ Adam thought. “What was granduncle Sarot?”

  “Firmly a Grandmaster.”

  Adam whistled. He hadn’t expected that. ‘That’s Gold Rank, isn’t it?’ “The old geezer?”

  “He was almost a Grandmaster,” Sonarot said, smiling down at the Half Elf.

  “Damn,” Adam whispered. “He would have been way stronger if he didn’t retire…” Adam recalled their bout. He retty certain he had dealt well over one hundred damage, even without Phantom, ahe old man wouldn’t drop. “I o get stronger.”

  “You will,” Sonarot said, running a hand through his hair. “You, who stantly surprise us, will tio grow more powerful.”

  “I’ll…” Adam felt too embarrassed to say more. “It’s going to be lonely without that old man.”

  “Jirot and Jarot will be looo.”

  Adam frowned, before kissing his twins on their foreheads. “Daddy will give you more attention, okay?”

  They cooed in response, reag up with their tiny hands.

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  First Lanarot's baba dies and now the twins' babo leaves.