Omen: 11, 13

  Mana: 8 -> 5EntingD20 + 7 = 24 (17)

  Adam spent the m enting Jaygak’s sword, before heading out to quickly bathe and ge into the same set of fine clothing as he had dohe first day of the festival.

  “It’s time!” Timojin decred once Adam joihem, his eyes full of excitement.

  “Time for what?” Adam asked, gng between the pair of young men who were staring at Adam with beaming eyes.

  “The st two days were for enjoying ourselves and ing all the food,” Amokan said.

  “The spars begin today!” Timojin grinned wide, leaping onto his feet, eager for a fight. “Let us spar, son of Fate!”

  “I refuse,” Adam said, raising a hand. “I don’t want to. I’m just a weak little mage boy.”

  “We wish to face you!” Amokan excimed, causing the Iyrmen nearby to gheir way. “We know you are strohan you suggest! We’ve seerength of your fists, yreat abilities with enting, and we have heard how you are brave though you pretend not to be!”

  Adam gnced aside, trying to deflect the words away from him. “No, no, I’m not that…” Adam noted Sonarot staring at him, with Lanarot within her arms. The girl ying with a ribbon, sug on it. The ribbon was tied to Sonarot’s finger so she could pull it away from the baby, redug the ces of choking.

  ‘Seriously,’ Adam thought. ‘Did you have to call me out in front of my aunt and little sister?’ Adam sighed, reag up to rub his head. “Damn it…” He stared up at the pair. “I really don’t want to lose in front of my sister.”

  “There is no dishonour in losing against an Iyrman,” Amokan said, leaping onto his feet beside Timojin. “e, Adam! Face me!”

  “Face me!” Timojin butt in, the pair pushing each other from shoulder to shoulder.

  Adam sighed again. “Si’s a spar, does that mean I have to hold back?”

  “You need not hold back against me!” Timojin said.

  “Nor me!” Amokan said, the pair still wrestling each other with their shoulders.

  Adam tapped his knee. He could probably face them and win, but he didn’t want to fight the Iyrmeed all the eyes on him from their noisiness. ‘Hey, Bell. How much is it to get the Martial options and my Archetype for it?’

  [600XP total.]

  ‘That was much cheaper than I expected.’

  [They are abilities within your preferred option.]

  “Hmmm.” Adam hummed, letting the Iyrmen wait, tapping away at his knee. Even strangers were being ied in this fight, staring at the half elf, mutteriween one another.

  “ I wear my armour and use my magical sword?” Adam asked.

  “If it means you will fight!” Timojin said, far too excited now to let him run.

  ‘I’ll spend the XP on Onward Soar and the Archetype.’

  [Which Archetype?]

  A long list appeared in front of him and Adam sed through them with his eyes, which caused the Iyrmen to stare, w why his eyes were twitg. For a moment they thought he had bee sick.

  “Adam?” Sonarot called out, w if the enting had finally gotten to him.

  “I’m fine,” Adam said. “Just thinking.”

  He was reading through the list, trying to find the same Archetype as st time. ‘Eastern Bde, please.’

  [Whiguage would you like to pick?]

  ‘The Iyrman’s tongue.’

  XP: 1300 -> 700Gained Onward Sained Iyrian nguage!Gained Warrior Spirit!

  Adam then noticed that more eyes had fallen onto him. ‘I want to win, but using all my abilities would be a little mean, right? No, no, it’s their fault for pressurio fight.’ Adam paused and thought for a moment. ‘Hold on. Couldn’t I use this to my advantage? I should use this opportunity to impress my little Lanarot.’

  Adam inhaled deeply. “Then,” he decred, pointing towards the duo, but also passed them. “I’ll face the four of you!”

  Timojin stared at him. “The four of us?”

  “Amokan, Timojin, Jaygak and Kitool!” Adam wondered if he’d be able to face them at his level, but sidering his spells and abilities, he’d at least make a good show of it. It didn’t matter about winning or losing, but about making a good story. Lanarot was still too young to remember, but she’d hear the story about how her elder brother went against four Iyrmen at ond fought valiantly. ‘I’ve beeending to be a coward for too long, so I should at least begin my fighti with a bang.’

  “Isn’t that too much?” Amokan asked. “Timojin and I are some of the best fighters of e.”

  “We will tire you out before you face Jaygak and Kitool!” Timojin roared, grinning wide. “You will regret it!”

  “Who said I was fag you one by one?” Adam asked. “I’ll face the four of you together!”

  The Iyrmen began to murmur between one another, hearing the nonsehe half elf was saying.

  “How dare you challenge me in front of my adorable sister! I won’t let this matter rest!”

  The Iyrmen tio murmur between one another, but Adam had finally learnt their tongue.

  “This son of Fate is hirious!”

  “What a fool, challenging four Iyrmen at once!”

  “I like his guts!”

  “Isn’t he a cook and an enter? What does he know about fighting?”

  “I’ll bet ten gold on him!”

  Sonarot cleared her throat, cutting through the murmuring. “Adam has been enting today, and has lost much of his strength, so he will not fight.”

  Adam turned her way and smiled. ‘Well, I guess that works just fine. Now I don’t o fight them. Sonarot, you’re the best aunt a half elf ask for.’

  “He will fight tomorrow, as he will not ent in the m,’ she said.

  Adam’s smile dropped. ‘Sonarot, why would you do this to me?’

  Jurot grinned wide and stood. “Then I will fight! I will face the four of you!”

  “No thanks,” Jaygak said. “It would be embarrassing to fight with so many against one.”

  “I will refuse too.” Kitool bowed her head.

  “I will fight you!” Amokan and Timojin both decred, and the bets began.

  “Then e at me together!” Jurot grinned wider, excited to fight. The festival’s atmosphere had filled him with adrenaline.

  Amokan and Timojin both drew their greatswords, though Jurot pced down his axe. “I will not use this magical axe! I wish to face them with my strength and skill alone!”

  The Iyrmen cheered at his boast, and someone from nearby tossed Jurot their axe, which he caught with ease.

  “Don’t fet your shield,” Sonarot called out, tig Lanarot’s h the ribbon.

  Someone else tossed him their round shield, painted with their family’s symbol. Jurot dohe shield and walked forward, axe in hand.

  “Ten gold o boy!”

  “Five on the pair!”

  Adam inhaled deeply. “I’ll bet ten on my brother! Who dares to bet against me! I’ll take all your !”

  “Make it twenty boy!” an Iyrman called, and Adam gnced her way.

  Adam narrowed his eyes. “Wujyn! Do you really think it’s wise to bet against me? You should know my luck!”

  “Indeed, but I also know Jurot’s luck,” the woman said. “Do you dare to bet against me?”

  “The’s make it a Tiger Eye,” Adam said. “Don’t cry to me when you end up losing yem.”

  “How much?” Elder Zijin asked.

  “A Tiger Eye?” Sonarot asked.

  “Sure,” the Elder said, nodding his head.

  The trio faced off against onother, full of excitement. Jurot grinned wide, raising his shield.

  “e!” Juro roared, leaping into the fray. He wound up his blow, but waited for a moment as the other pair filled with rage, and his wild swing was barely caught by Amokan, who skid back.

  Timojin brought his greatsword down and mao deal a heavy blow onto Jurot’s shield, causing it to shake wildly.

  Due to Timojin’s heavy blow, Amokan had the opportunity to slip through Jurot’s guard, and cut across his side deeply, blood spttering against the floor.

  Jurot only grinned wider from feel the blood run down his thigh. “Hahaha!” Jurot ughed.

  “Jurot, be careful! Sonarot called, brushing her daughter’s hair.

  Lanarot could hear the sounds from afar, hearing the g of bdes and the sound of her brother’s ughter. She didn’t know what they were, but the sounds drew her attentions.

  ‘I barrass mother,’ Jurot thought, gripping his axe tight within his hand and raising his shield. His strike now was more methodical than reckless, as he cut across Amokan’s chest during a rge wind up, bringing his shield to Timojin’s greatsword. He caught Timojin’s blow and downed Amokan, who went down with a wild grin on his face.

  “Is he okay?” Adam asked, noting just how eager the Iyrmen were for killing one another.

  “He is fine,” Wujyn assured. “He will not die this day.”

  Now it was Jurot and Timojin, who were both sizing one another up, cirg away from Amokan’s unscious body, whieone picked up and pulled aside to bandage.

  “You have grown much stronger,” Jurot admitted, missing a swipe with his axe, whereas the greatsword mao cut the top of his shoulder, causing the boy to grunt.

  Amokan was more like a wild beast, always swinging his sword back for the heaviest of blows, even if it meant he rarely hit, but whe, he would strike gravely.

  Timojin, oher hand, aimed to strike true with his greatsword, g with Jurot’s axe and shield, whilst stepping aside to prepare for another blow.

  However, Jurot was too eager to fight, and so swung wildly, striking down onto Timojin’s bde, which shuddered uhe impact, the sound of steel striking steel filling the air, like music to the Iyrmen’s ears.

  Even Lanarot cooed happily at the sound, smiling as she heard it.

  “Your brother is winning,” Sonarot said. “Mama is going to make a Tiger Eye.”

  “Don’t t my nephew out yet,” Elder Zijin said. “There’s a reason why he’s a didate for Chief in a few decades.”

  His words were like a premonition, as he mao cut through Jurot’s side, causing blood to spray out, though Jurot mao cut into the orcish Iyrman iurn with his axe.

  Timojin slid back, his vision blurry, but he charged forward. Jurot cut across the Iyrman’s side, causing him to drop to a knee. He had nearly fallen unscious, and were he a human like Jurot, he would have dropped. However, his orcish blood gave him a sed wind, and he swung his bde wildly with one arm, almost dislog his shoulder.

  Jurot ma his shield up, but the blow was so heavy, that the bde’s side gnced off of Jurot’s head, causing him to drop, eyes rolled back as his mouth foamed.

  “Jurot!” Adam shouted, as Timojin pnted his bde into the ground and leaned against it, the victor. “Oi! Jurot! Our sister’s watg!”

  Mana: 5 -> 4 Spell: Healing Word1D3 + 3 = 6 (3)

  Jurot grunted as life filled him, and he reached up to his head, which was throbbing wildly. He grinned wide, staring at the battered Timojin, who was seds away from falling.

  “That was a good fight!” Jurot decred, ughing wildly, and the Iyrmen cheered.

  Amokan was eventually brought back from unsciousness, opening his eyes to see Timojin standing. Timojin grinned down at Amokan, who ughed.

  Turot walked up to Jurot. “Are you okay?” the boy asked, resting his hand on Jurot’s head where he had been hit, trying to put pressure onto it.

  Jurot smiled. “I am fine,” he said, but felt something within his gut. He recalled the voice which had filled him with magic, bringing him back up to sciousness.

  ‘Our sister’s watg,’ it had said.

  Jurot sighed, uanding the feeling in his gut. It was a feeling he hadn’t quite felt before. ‘I didn’t want to lose,’ he thought. There was a differeween not wanting to lose and wanting to win.

  Adam puffed out his cheeks.

  Currency: (19) Tiger Eye -> (18) Tiger Eye

  “You earn it baorrow during yht,” Wujyn said.

  Adam noted Sonarot handed em to Elder Zijin too. “I will,” Adam said. “I ’t lose in front of Lanarot.”

  Wujyn smiled.

  Jurot remained aloo drink, and Adam didn’t bother him. Instead, he focused on how he was going to win tomorrow. There was one spell which would help him most, but he didn’t dare to take it.

  When night came, Turot was fast asleep in bed. Sonarot was out, sleeping in the with Lanarot, to.

  Jurot, Adam, and Lucy drank and stared up at the stars.

  Jurot stopped at the door, blog Adam’s way. “You must win,” he said. “Our sister will be watg.”

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  The rolls for Jurot were so terrible, it was insane. He missed by 1 multiple times, and Timojin barely squeaked out the victory.