Omen: 13, 18

  Adam went through his m motions, though this time also assisted the ox like Nobby, who had been training with him every m. Adam tio teach him the basics of using a shield and spear.

  “Once Jurot gets back, he’ll teach you the axe properly,” Adam assured.

  “Okay, mister boss,” Nobby replied, the same as he always did.

  Adam smiled. There was something about being called mister boss which filled him with a greater sense of purpose. It also stroked his ego, which he supposed was the real reason.

  During breakfast, he hat Katool was back to normal, eating with her mother and father as she always did. The girl ehe pe her parents had made, with a spsh of honey, and a side of her favourite fruits.

  Lanarot spped Adam’s side, the juices of her own fruit dribbling down her face as she held out her hand for her older brother’s bread.

  “What, are you feeling sad I didn’t py with you?” Adam asked, some of his bread for her, before nibbling on the rest.

  Lanarot stuck the bread into her mouth with half her hand, before reag for more bread as she ate.

  “Slowly,” Adam said, trying to make sure his baby sister didn’t choke.

  “Are you enting today?” Shikan asked. He assumed Adam was going to since he had taken a rare day off the day before to humour Katool.

  “Yeah, I am feel extremely lucky today,” Adam said, stretg out his arms. “Hopefully I’ll be doh Vonda’s maorrow.”

  Some of the Iyrmen were still not used to how quickly Adam ented. Some of them already knew what he was, but others decided against thinking too deeply about the situation. They were Iyrmen, and they should know what they should know, and no more.

  Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 19 (12)Omen: 13, 18 -> 1318 + 7 = 25

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.

  The young woman stared at the city ahead of her, seeing the distant figures all bustling from street to street. They were her people, the very same people she would rule one day once her father would pass the throo her. She sighed, uanding that the uping year would be difficult, as-

  She slipped to the side quickly, narrowly dodging a dagger meant for her heart. There had been a chill in the moment before, causio react. The ring of her finger morphed into a sword, which lit afme as she caught the sed blow of the dagger with her Deep Fme Bde.

  “Assassin!” the young woman called, waving her fming sword ahead of her violently, causing the figure, who was the same light sand colour of the castle, to hesitate for a moment.

  The moment of surprise was gone, and so the figure quickly turo flee. A nearby Faris, ithin the reach of a shout, quickly dashed towards their dy. As the Assassi off the baly, the Faris followed upon the shout of a sed Faris who had appeared, bde out.

  Thus Fate was forever ged.

  Adam sighed, at the end of his enting, feeling the drain of losing his Mana. ‘I o be careful, otherwise I’ll get sick again.’ Though he had warned himself, he had no iion to stop.

  Omen: 15, 16

  ‘Damn,’ Adam thought, looking at the pair of rolls. His Omen today was great, but it wasn’t good enough for the likes of Vonda’s mace. ‘I should try and make some mohen.’

  Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 17 (10)Omen: 15, 16 -> 1516 + 7 = 23

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.

  The stranger looked out to the small ti who had rode out to meet him. He had been walking through the mountains, alone.

  He was an older man, adorned in light clothes, which was to be expected for even the mountains of Aswadia were hot, though they were of fine make. They looked simir to the clothing of the Iyrmen, though the stranger was no Iyrman, for though his forehead was tattooed, it was a colle of four dots in the tre whied a diamond.

  The Captain stared down at the stranger from atop horseback, though the stranger was so tall that the Captain was only an inch taller whilst on his horse. He was keenly aware of the strangers bde, which was strapped to his side.

  “These are dangerous nds, stranger,” the Captain said. “The mountains are full of horrors, from Swordbeaks, to Mountain Lions, and even Drakes if you’re unlucky.”

  At the mention of Drakes, the stranger’s lips formed a small sneer. His eyes fell across the Captain for a moment, and though the Soldiers behind the Captain fell out of sight from the path, he still could sense how many there were.

  ‘A dozen,’ the strahought. It was a trivial enough enter, but they had stopped him on his journey.

  “State your ranger,” the Captain called. When he did not reply, the Captain ged his nguage to Aldish, w if perhaps that worked. When that did not work, he switched to Drakken, though it was not quite as refined.

  After a few moments, one of the other Soldiers whispered to the Captain. “You think he’s deaf?”

  The Captain made a few gestures with his hand, but the stranger did not answer.

  “Maybe he’s slow?” the Soldier said. “My cousins kid’s a little slow. He pys with his blocks and doesn’t tend the field, even though he’s twelve.”

  “I don’t know,” the Captain replied. “We ’t just let him walk the path alone. Let’s escort him to the post and interrogate him.”

  “Ye should step aside while you are able,” the stranger finally called, iongue of the Aswadians, though it was stra was defihe old tongue of the Aseople, though it had not ged much over the turies.

  “State your name and business, stranger,” the Captain called. There was something in his gut which told him he o pay attention. ‘There’s something wrong.’

  “Merely passing by,” the stranger said. “I’m making my way to the try.”

  The Captain stared at the old man. ‘What?’

  “Step aside,” the stranger repeated.

  “You are heading to Aldnd?” the Captain asked. “What is your busihere?”

  “I…” the stranger began, only to pause. ‘Why do I o expin myself to you?’ He wao state it aloud, but he uood that it was a terrible idea to break the agreement in dealing with the earthly realms of the mortals. “I wish to see the sights.”

  The Captain remaiaring at the old man. His duties were to make sure that the mountains were safe, and to report anything iing. This area was not one whiyone could walk around safely, but here was an old man who wished to walk by the nd, wanting to head to Aldnd, which was hundreds of miles away from East Aswadia.

  ‘No,’ the Captain thought. Though he could have stopped the stranger, he decided against it. “If you travel along this path for three days you’ll find the main road towards Baytsuth. A ship take you to Aldnd in a couple of weeks rather than months.”

  The stranger bowed his head, and the Captain brought up his hand to motion for them to return back to their post.

  “Captain, we ’t just let him walk through the mountains,” the Soldier said. “He’s suspicious. Even if he isn’t, the mountains are dangerous.”

  “He will be fihe Captain said, slowly rubbing his horse’s neck gently. “You would not worry for East Scimitar trekking through the mountains, would you?”

  “Of course not,” the Soldier replied, almost indignantly, though he remembered he eaking to his superior. “Other than the handful ons, who could threaten the East Scimitar?”

  “Do you think the Dragons are the only ones who roam freely?” the Captain asked.

  “There’s West Scimitar too,” the Soldier added. “Maybe a few of the Bck Hands, and some of the Adventurers. General Halwe.”

  The Captain shot a gre back to the Soldier when he mentiohe name of the disgraced General, which caused the Soldier to quieten down. “There are many who could walk these trails by themselves. Those you mentiohe greater of the Iyrmen, unless you’ve fotten that we lost hundreds of our brothers and sisters wheole the Awakened Forest from us.”

  The Soldier cleared his throat, gng aside to avoid the gre of his Captain. “Right. Sorry, Captain.”

  The Captain sighed, wiping his face, trying to uand how he came to this position. ‘Just how many monsters walk these nds?”

  Meanwhile, the stranger followed on foot, though the Soldiers were drawing away. He sighed, staring up at the sky, w if he should take to the air instead. ‘No. I o uand what the realm is like,’ he thought. It had been some time since he st came to Aswadia, and he would o uand the situation here in order to take a position, even if it was to remairal.

  Thus Fate was forever ged.

  Adam stared at the longsword he had made during the Twilight Month, well crafted as most of the ons he made were. ‘I o ent the Ban’s ons too.’ He stared up at the sky. ‘So much to do. So little time.’

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