Omen: 2, 14

  “Will you begin today?” Sonarot asked as Adam awoke.

  “I should,” Adam said, noting his Omen. Once again, he aimed for a minimum number for the enting, as it was the most important on he had to make to date.

  “I will prepare the items,” Sonarot said.

  Adam went about his daily routihis time joining Jurot and the others during training, watg as Kitool and Jaygak sparred with one another. Kitool used both fist and staff, whereas Jaygak used her sword and shield.

  During breakfast, Turot raised his bread to Adam. He was allowed some cheese, but he wanted his bread to be fvoured.

  Spell: Tricks

  ‘That was easy,’ Adam thought, thinking about how he had been accepted into the family, and how easily Turot was trusting the half elf to not poison him.

  “Here,” Sonarot said, revealing an axe made of a red and silver metal, with a handle made of a dark wood. She also handed Adam a number of gems, simir to those he had used previously, but also a single amethyst. “I wish you the best of luck.”

  “I won’t let you down,” Adam said, nodding his head. With that, he left to ent.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 18 (12)Omen: 2, 14 -> 214 + 6 = 20 (14)

  Adam plucked one of the Threads of Fate in order to empower the on.

  The beastly jaws barely missed the woman’s neck, g against her shoulder instead. The dwarf beside her smmed his warhammer against the savage blue wolf’s head, causing it to drop beside them, as they tio strike into it.

  He sighed, feeling the drain of magic. He had trated to instil the on with a healing entment. Once he was doh enting, he returo the Rot family estate.

  “Jurot and the others are assisting the Iyr,” Sonarot said. “They will be busy for the hree days.”

  “What are they doing?” Adam asked.

  “They are helping to cut dont trees.”

  “Oh, okay,” Adam said. “Is that normal?”

  “Yes.”

  Adam remai her side, eating the sb of meat. “Iyrme well,” he said, noting how much meat he had mao eat.

  “ week is fish,” she said. “Jurot and the others will o hunt if we want to eat more meat.”

  “Fish isn’t so bad,” Adam said, w if he should introdue of his favourite foods.

  Adam wrote down more recipes in his book, befoing to sleep.

  Omen: 4, 16

  This m he pyed with the children. Katool would stare at him suspiciously, but Adam decided to go easy ohere was o bully children, no matter how fun it was.

  This time a child had brought a ball which had been stitched together out of eight pieces of leather.

  “Do you know how to py kickwall?” Turot asked Adam.

  “No? What is it?”

  “You kick the ball at the wall,” he said, grabbing some chalk and drawing on the wall. “You get more points if you hit this part,” he said, motioning to a circle the size of his head, and then he drew a rge oblong around it, “less points if you hit this, and if you hit the wall outside the chalk, you lose points.”

  “Huh,” Adam said, nodding his head.

  Athletics Check (Dexterity)D20 + 2 = 11 (9)

  Adam mao score a few points, but lost most of them from kig the ball outside the chalk. “It seems I’m no good.” He helped the children t their points, managing to e in sed pce.

  Katool was the best at the game, managing to strike the inner circle several times, and only missing the chalk once.

  “You’re very good,” Adam said.

  Katool nodded her head slowly, before stepping behind Turot.

  ‘Is she really that scared of me?’ Adam rubbed the back of his neck. ‘What should I do?’ As the children redrew the lio be bigger, Adam thought about the ball. He recalled what the Elder had called it and shuddered. “Let’s py some football.”

  “Football?”

  Adam sched up his fa disgust. “Sockball.”

  “Oh, sockball!” Turot nodded and then put together the two markers, before he kicked the ball at the wall, only for another child to kick it after. “You have to wait until after Katool. If you miss the wall, you’re out.”

  Adam thanked Eveil within his heart. ‘I’m okay if this is called sockball.’

  Once he had missed the first shot, quite purposefully, he said his goodbyes ao ent.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 18 (12)Omen: 4, 16 -> 416 + 6 = 22 (16)

  Adam pulled ohread of Fate.

  Jurot grabbed the rope, which chafed against his arm, tearing into his skin, and pulled it hard. The tree shook violently, threatening to fall upon Jaygak, who mao pull back just in time with Jurot’s assistance.

  Adam sighed, feeling the numbness within his mind. Enting for so much did take a toll on his body. ‘I should be careful,’ he thought, only to think about how amazing the on would be once he was done.

  “Was football a game you pyed often?” Sonarot asked over dihat day. As she had said, they had sed over to fish, which had been roasted over some fire. The smell of it had filled the air, but the spices were more fragrant, thankfully.

  “Not that often,” Adam admitted. “I pyed it a little as a child and sometimes during my lunch break in school.”

  Sonarot nodded her head slowly, trying to paint a picture about Adam’s previous life.

  “Did you py kickball often?” Adam asked.

  “Yes, when I was a child. I was best at sockball.”

  “Will you py with us tomorrow?” Turot asked.

  “Sure,” Adam said, f a using the fish and some vegetables.

  Turot stared up at him and then tried to make his own .

  “Make sure you hold it tight at the bottom,” Adam said. The other Iyrmen stared at him, w what he was doing, but he ate his in peace.

  Omen: 16, 20

  “Hah!” Adam grinned wide. “Today is a great day!”

  “Are you feeling lucky?” Sonarot asked.

  “Yes, the best,” Adam said. “I should be doh the on, though I’m not sure if it will be finished since I’m trying for a different kind of entment.”

  “Let’s py sockball,” Katool said, crossing her arms as she stared at Adam, a smug smile on her face. Last night she had spoken with her parents, and had received some encement on how to decre her superiority over the half elf.

  Athletics CheckD20 + 4 = 11 (7)Omen: 16, 20 -> 2016 + 4 = 20 (16)

  In order to put Katool in her pce, Adam bent Fate to his whims.

  An arrow narrowly missed the dwarf, who charged forward towards the bandit, crushing his shield against their khere were shouts between him and three others as they were caught by the bandits unaware.

  “Do you think he’s cheating?” Katool asked Turot, panting heavily for air..

  Turot anting beside her too. “Adam would not cheat.”

  “I think he would,” Katool said.

  The pair of them were ying down on the ground, beside the other children, who were uo keep up with Adam that day. Adam had been kig the ball in the worst ways for the children, so they had to bolt to try and kick it, only to miss their kicks awkwardly, or to bst the wall far away from the markings.

  “Well, I should be off!” Adam waved at them, whistling as he walked off to ent, in the best of moods.

  Sonarot he gaze of the other Iyrmen parents, trying to ighem. “Will the others py with the little ones?”

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 8 (2)Omen: 16, 20 -> 1616 + 6 = 26 (20)

  [Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]

  ‘Yes, the maximum amount I .’

  XP: 2050 -> 1550

  BattleaxeYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 sshing + 1D6 fire damage.When you are below half Health yain 1D3 Health on every hit with this on.

  XP: 1550 -> 2150

  “I dub thee…” Adam thought long and hard. “Fming Sanguine.”

  Fming SanguineYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 sshing + 1D6 fire damage.When you are below half Health yain 1D3 Health on every hit with this on.

  Adam smiled. It wasn’t the best on in the world, but it was a on he had created to keep Jurot alive. He only hoped that it would assist the Iyrman.

  When he finally returned back to the Rot family, he saw Jurot there, being mothered by Sonarot, who was rubbing lotion against his arm.

  “What happened?” Adam asked, returning with the axe.

  “Rope tore into my arm,” he said.

  His mother kissed his cheek and said something iongue, causing Jurot to smile like a proud little boy.

  Adam held up the axe. “It’s done.”

  Jurot stared at the axe, nodding his head slowly. He took it ao practise with it.

  “What does it do?” Sonarot asked, ahat Jurot wasn’t resting with his torn arms, but she uood how excited he had been waiting for the axe.

  “It’s simir to the st axe, but it heals him when he is wounded and mao nd a blow against his foe.”

  Sonarot turo face Adam, smiling at him. “Thank you.”

  Adam nodded, smiling like a proud little boy.

  “This on is great,” Jurot said. “The Iyr will Identify it to see its full effects.”

  Adam just nodded, sihat was what happeo his previous axe. “What do you think?”

  “It’s a on too great for me. It is easily worth thousands of gold.”

  “I did a great job, didn’t I?” Adam smirked.

  “Are you sure you don’t wish to charge.”

  Adam raised his brow. “I may be no Iyrman, but my word is important to me, Jurot.”

  “I don’t deserve this on.”

  “Then bee strong enough to deserve it.”

  Sonarot brushed Adam’s hair. “Jurot?”

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “Let’s eat,” Sonarot said, pulling the pair to eat.

  The other Iyrmen also swung the magical axe around, getting a feel for it.

  “What happeo your arm?” Adam asked.

  “I had to pull a tree,” Jurot said. “It nearly fell.”

  “It almost crushed my leg,” Jaygak added. “Jurot pulled it, giving me a ce to step aside.”

  'How manly.'

  Omen: 13, 17

  Adam awoke in the m, ready to improve his own sword. It was a fairly normal looking sword, but it was the bde which had been with him sihe beginning.

  “What will you ent on the bde?” Jurot asked.

  “I don’t know,” Adam admitted. “Something cool.”

  “Cool?”

  Adam just smiled. “Yeah, something cool.”

  Sonarot had brought some gems for him to ent, another amethyst, which would allow him to ent the bde with something more powerful.

  ‘Hey, Bell, how much is it for Frostbite?’

  [200XP.]

  ‘Sounds good.’

  XP: 2150 -> 1950

  Adam wasn’t sure if he wa to deal cold damage, but he did think it would be cool if it did, not because of the pun, but so he could cover the opposite base as Jurot.

  He focused pletely on his on for the hree days, going about the same routine he had thus far.

  Omen: 13, 17

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 9 (3)Omen: 13, 17 -> 1317 + 6 = 23 (17)

  The dwarf, who was still so far away, waded through the shallow stream. A rge eel emerged, its snapping jaws g around his calf t him down, only to find dwarven steel. The dwarf smmed his warhammer against the beast, st up to the river bank in a rage.

  Omen: 3, 17

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 26 (20)

  Omen: 18, 20

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 7 (1)Omen: 18, 20 -> 1820 + 6 = 26 (20)

  The Threads of Fate tio be tugged by the half elf.A young woman, horned, with rocky grey skin, reached back to catch her panion’s hand, only to slip, and the pair tumbled down into the abyss of the ravine.

  Adam panted, his head throbbing. The exhaustion was beginning to pile up, heavy within his mind.

  [Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]

  ‘Another 500. There’s o skimp on my own on.’

  XP: 1950 -> 1450

  Adam stared at its statistics. He had to rub his eyes in order to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things.

  XP: 1450 -> 2050Great Entme!XP +200XP: 2050 -> 2250

  “Twin Fangs.”

  He was too shocked by the st effect of the on. His lips formed a wide grin and he rushed back to the Rot family, trying to not spring as he power walked.

  “Jurot!” Adam called, seeing Jurot reading a book to Turot. “e, quick!” Even though he had asked Jurot to e quick, he dashed beside the Iyrman. “You o attuo the sword.”

  Jurot stared at the sword, before looking up at Adam. “Okay,” he said, before he grabbed the sword a off to the er of the courtyard outside.

  “Another on?” Jaygak said. “How have you not gotten bored?”

  “I feel a little sick, but I’m fine,” Adam said.

  “You should be careful. Even as a half elf, you still may be struck by a magical siess.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Adam waved his hand.

  “So what does this sword do?”

  Adam smirked, waiting for Jurot.

  “Now, hold out your hand, and call forth its name!” Adam decred, dramatically

  “What is its name?”

  “Twin Fangs!” Adam crossed his arm, smirking wide.

  Jurot did as Adam anded. “Twin Fangs.” A sed bde appeared within his free hand, and he quickly gripped around the ha was almost identical to the other sword, except the runes were more yellow than blue. “It summons another sword?”

  “Yes!” Adam grinned wide. “Two swords for the price of one! BOGOF!” He threw his head ba ughter.

  Twin FangsRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 sshing + 1D6 cold damage.Upon stating the and word, creates a duplicate of the on. Only one duplicate be made. The duplicate has the same statistics, but deals fire damage instead of cold damage. The duplicate sts until dismissed or the one who stated the and word is knocked unscious.

  Jurot stared at Adam long and hard. It was such a powerful entment, something he hadn’t expected Adam to be able to ent. “How did you ent such a powerful entment?”

  "I have no idea!" Adam ughed again. “Isn’t it cool?”

  “No,” Jurot said, feeling the sed bde in his hand. “It is warm.”

  “Right, never mind.” Adam shook his head, still smiling.

  "Let us show mother." Jurot now uood that was the genius of his mother, who had invited Adam to be a nephew.

  Adam nodded, following Jurot to the small . As they approached, they noted a Shaman step out, who stopped when they saw the pair approag.

  Jurot caught the Shaman’s eye and stopped, clutg both ons tight in his hand.

  Adam g the Shaman, the , to Jurot, and back to the Shaman. “What’s going on?”

  “Sonarot is sick,” the Shaman said.

  Adam swallowed, the throbbing in his head only growing more promi. “Sick?”

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