Adam mao keep his breakfast down as they barrelled their way along the river. They were definitely moving much quicker than just walking as they followed the raging river.

  “Sit,” Lokat said, as she grabbed a hand hold on the sail.

  Adam fell back against the side, grabbing onto a handhold. The boat eventually slowed, though was still moving at a much quicker pace than walking.

  “Brace!” Lokat called.

  Adam did as she asked, and the boat floated in the air for a moment, before dropping down into the river once again as they crested over a small waterfall.

  The boat passed by the vilge outside the Iyr, the vilgers swiftly gathering around. They stared as the boat swept by, waving at the Iyrmen as they passed.

  As they tinued along the river, Okvar noted something in the distance above them. “Careful,” he said, motioning his head up towards the flying creature above them.

  “What is it?” Adam asked, squinting his eyes.

  Spell: Guidance1D3 = 1 (1)Perception CheckD20 + 3 = 12 (9)

  He could barely mao make out the rough shape of the creature, which seemed to be feline, with rge wings and a thick tail.

  “Manticore,” Jurot said, nodding his head.

  “Manticores?”

  “It must be hunting,” Okvar said.

  “So close to the Iyr?” Rokat asked, staring up at it.

  “It must be desperate.”

  “If it’s desperate, will it attack us?” Adam asked.

  “We only hope so,” Wujyn said.

  The hours passed as they tio ride on the boat, before Lokat started to slow down the boat. “We must leave soon,” she said, before she stopped the boat by dropping the anchor, allow the people to get off before the boat shrunk into her palm.

  “Does it o recharge?” Adam asked.

  Lokat didn’t respond, instead stepping beside Okvar.

  “We will head to the nearby inn,” he said, turning to lead the party. The other Iyrmen each took their pces, with Arging up the rear, behind the pair of young men. Once again, the Iyrmen were surrounding the you pair.

  “An inn?” Adam asked.

  “You’ll see,” Dargon said.

  They followed one of the small streams of the river, before finding rge walls around the top of a hill. It was less of an inn as it was a small vilge of a couple hundred people.

  There was someo on watch, wh a bell, and then another person appeared, loading up a bolt.

  Ohe guards saw who it was, they heir heads towards the Iyrmen. “What’s with all the Iyrmen?”

  “We are on a special task for the Iyr.”

  “What kind of special task?”

  Okvar tossed up a small pouch to the guard, who snatched it out of the air with a practised swipe. He ghrough the poud nodded his head. “e on in, Iyrmen. No funny business.”

  The gates opeo reveal a fence which seed off one half of the vilge, and a path leading te inn with some stables nearby. The buildings were made of stone, which surprised Adam sidering how much it would have cost, though there were a handful of wooden buildings.

  The Iyrmen approached the inn, smming the doors open. There were already a few visitors here, about three dozen, and they gowards the Iyrmen. A travelling inn was home to all kinds of seedy individuals, a good pce to escape from the w, and to do all kinds of dodgy dealings. Even so, seeing almost ten Iyrmen appear, the ne’er do wells within the iurned back to their shade.

  Okvar approached the innkeeper, a man in his forties, who narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the Iyrman. “Iyrman,” he said in his gruff voice.

  Okvar pced doouch full of gold s and gems, worth over a hundred gold s. “Five rooms, ten meals.”

  The innkeeper peered through the poud nodded his head. “You keep your hands away from your ons, you hear?”

  “We do not need our ons to spill blood.”

  “Don’t go causing trouble in my inn. I’m just an ho man trying to make a det living for myself, like my granpapi before me.”

  Okvar just nodded his head.

  “Bertha! Ten meals for a bunch of Iyrmen, now!” A bell rung from behind him to firm the order, and the Iyrmen stepped to the side.

  “They don’t like Iyrmen around these parts, do they?” Adam asked.

  “Keep close,” Okvar said. “They might try and y a hand on you.”

  Adam gnced around, before Dargon tapped the table in front of him.

  “You might see something you shouldn’t,” he said, nodding his head slowly.

  Adam stared at Dargon, before slowly nodding his head. “Alright.”

  The air remaiense, until Galooj, one of the Iyrmen with them, began her own tale. She was an Iyrman who wore the furs of the Iyr, with a greatsword at her back.

  They ate ao bed, and Adam stared at Wujyn, who was bunking up with him. Okvar had shared the room with Jurot, the stro pair with the weakest, just in case there was any funny business.

  “Is this inn that expensive?” Adam asked.

  “It is the Iyrtax,” Wujyn said. “We pay more in pces like this.”

  “Why?”

  Wujyn smiled. “Why do you think?”

  Adam wondered if the Iyrmen caused trouble in pces like this, but didn’t dare to ask. “Was your family a part of the Bckwater Crisis?” Adam asked.

  “No,” she said. “The Jyn family was made after the devilkin arrived in the Iyr, not long after the end of that war.”

  “I was w why there was ion of devilkin iory,” Adam thought. “So the devilkin came after.”

  “You don’t know?” Wujyn asked, staring at him.

  “Know what?”

  “How the devilkin joihe Iyr.”

  “No,” Adam replied, early.

  Wujyn’s lips grew into a smile. “What a shame.”

  “How did the devilkin appear within the Iyr?”

  “It’s not a story for me to tell,” she said, ing her b around herself. “My aor made a name for herself in the war against the giants when the Iyr opened up with the sed treaty. The name Jyn was bestowed upon her and she created a new family.”

  “Will you tell me that story?”

  Wujyn smiled.

  Omen: 1, 3

  They set off immediately in the m, hundreds of eyes watg them as they sailed away, with Adam once against spending his Mana in the m.

  The town’s walls greeted them, and Adam could feel the sense of civilization. The Iyrmen came along the river to pay the fees, before the half elf followed them to a tavern, where they paid for a room and meal for him, as they had previously. He noted all the flora around him as they walked through the town, but his thoughts were ed by his o cast his spell.

  He borrowed a brazier from the inn, spending a gold for the privilege. He ted the words quietly, willing the fmes as they took form.

  Wujyn watched silently as he cast his spell.

  Spell: Find Familiar

  The fmes verged together before f an owl, as bck as the starless night. It stared at Adam, eyes unblinking.

  “It’s good to see you again,” Adam said, only to realise it wasn’t the same owl as st time. “Or I suppose, this is hello?”

  The owl stared at him.

  “An owl is one of the best familiars,” Wujyn said, nodding her head.

  Adam nodded his head. “I hope you’ve been well, Hades,” Adam said, brushing a finger along its head.

  “Hades?”

  “It’s his name.”

  “The name of an a Demon Lord,” Wujyn said. “Do you know of him.”

  “No,” Adam said. ‘A Demon Lord?’ Adam hadn’t expected to hear that there were Demon Lords within this world.

  Adam ate dinner with the others, though the Iyrmen were all listless.

  “What’s wrong?” Adam asked.

  “The previous King’s Sword lives nearby,” Okvar said. “He has finally allowed Iyrmen to spar with him.”

  “Oh?” Adam stared at Jurot, whose eyes fell on Okvar.

  “He is allowing Iyrmen to spar?” Jurot’s voice was full of excitement.

  “The price for the spar is a magical on.” Wujyn nodded her head.

  “A magical on to spar?” Adam raised his brow. “Is he really that great that he ask fical ons?”

  “He may have been the greatest King’s Sword in the Kingdom’s history,” Okvar admitted. “Even the Chief would have to be careful if they were to fae another.”

  “Who would wiween them?” Adam asked.

  Okvar rubbed his . “It would be a close fight. her of them have fought in some time, but the Chief regurly practises.”

  “He will no longer have his equipment, so the Chief would win,” Wujyn said, simply.

  Okvar nodded. “If it was at his peak, only a handful of Iyrmen could have faced him with a ce of winning,” Okvar admitted.

  “He’s that strong?”

  “The most dangerous time for the Iyr was back when he was King’s Sword,” Wujyn said. “Now, that danger has passed. He does not hold as much love for King Gerald as he had the previous King.”

  “Why?”

  “He retired,” Wujyn said. “The current King tried to coax him back to no avail. However, there is a deeper rift between them now, after what happe the massacre."

  “The King’s Sword had something to do with it?” Adam asked.

  “Sir Merry did not, which was the issue,” Wujyn said. “He retired, and he held much love with the elves. He would never raise his swainst them, and the King still tried to war with them. The elves destroyed Rock Hill, but they wouldn’t dare to march towards Ever Green, not with Sir Merry at its doorstep.”

  ‘Damn, he sounds so cool.’

  “We shouldn’t talk about it so openly,” Okvar said, noting the looks from the other people around them.

  Omen: 2, 9

  When m came, Adam noted all the greenery around the town. There were so many parks, and the buildings each held a small garden.

  “Whoa, what a beautiful pce,” Adam said as they stepped out.

  “Ever Green has been affected by the elves long ago,” Wujyn said.

  “They say Ever Green was one to an elven town, but it had long fallen before the humans stepped on this nd,” Okvar said.

  They made their way to South Fort on their boat, though this time Lokat took charge of the boat the entire day. They moved swiftly, much quicker than they had previously. However, they still o march for hours to head to South Fort, and by that time, Adam’s entire body was ag.

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  Exhaustion: 0 -> 1

  The party was greeted by a rge town surrounded by a dozen small forts, and wall which went all the way to the horizon, but Adam didn’t spend any time admiring it. Instead, he followed them to the inn before passing out.

  Omen: 4, 7

  Exhaustion: 1 -> 0

  "It's dangerous beyond here," the guard said uhusiastically. It was a stupid thing to say to Iyrmen, but he had to say it.

  The Iyrmen, who had bought a carriage from the fort at an exorbitant price, began their journey forward. There were four horses which pulled the long carriage.

  “It’s dangerous,” Okvar said. “Once we are withioill speak about our steps.”

  “Is the herb out in this pin?”

  “Somewhere,” Okvar replied.

  “I will be able to find it, but we should make a base withiown first,” Lokat said.

  “The Pins Terror?” Jurot asked, leaning in to listen to them ily.

  “Excuse me?” Adam asked. “The what now?”

  “The Pins Terror,” Dargon replied, simply. “It is the name for the reasons as to why this pin is uninhabited.”

  “And what are those reasons?”

  “Magic. Beasts. Magical beasts. Curses. Legendary creatures which lurk in the shadows.” Dargon shrugged his shoulders. “Too many things.”

  Adam shook his head. “You could have told me that before, you know?” Adam stared out the carriage, seeing the empty pins.

  They tinued along to the pins, where there seemed to be no life.

  Things seemed so tehough Adam wasn't sure why. An Iyrman had told him the part of the journey would be dangerous, so he took the matter seriously.

  Hades flew freely above and around them, and Adam would take to his senses every so often, but he found nothing of note.

  It was midway through the day when the Iyrme it, the hairs on their necks standing up. Even Jurot, the you of the Iyrmen, could feel it.

  “Jump!” Okvar excimed as the Iyrmen tore into the carriage with their mighty ons to open up a path for the you pair.

  The horses cried in terror as the earth beh rumbled.

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