Omen: 11, 20
‘Should I make a greater entment on my axe?’ Adam thought. He wasn’t sure how much time he had, but he wao make it a perfect on, and he needed a week. He was fairly certain he wouldn’t have enough time by the time Jurot returned and they’d o go deal with Vonda’s request.
After exging his cold hard gold, he decided to spend seven hundred gold on his axe, a fairly det k of gold for a basic on, though he wao make sure it was enhanced with certaiures.
Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 24 (17)Omen: 11, 20 -> 1120 + 7 = 27
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
“Uncle Az, guest has e,” called the young boy, who was no more than seven years old.
The man pced down his book. “Ask your mother to make some tea,” he replied, strapping his sword to his side, before stepping out the which he had built the previous year.
A fence had been built around the , which sat atop a small hill, overlooking the small vilge nearby.
The guest who had arrived had e from Gryphon back, from far to the West, even beyond Aswadia. He wore a breastpte, a long cloak over his shoulders, and a sword at his side.
‘What a handsome guy,’ Azazel thought, staring at the guest. Even from here, he could feel the sense of the holy magics which permeated throughout the older man. The Gryphon also gave a great sense of holy magibsp;
Harold remained silent, staring at the man before him. His dreams had led him here, causing him to even leave his vilge during a Great Twilight.
“I wasn’t expeg a guest,” Azazel said.
“I am Sir Harold Merryweather,” the older man said.
“What does the previous King’s Sword want with me?” Even all these miles away, the name of the King’s Sword had travelled.
Harold remained quiet for a long while. There was something off about the man before him. It hadn’t taken long for him to uand why.
The man before him was a Demon.
‘Two Demons?’ Harold thought, w why they had seemingly returned.
“How rude,” Azazel said. He reached for his bde, and Harold reacted by reag for his own, the pair almost drawing their on in the blink of a was in that moment, Azazel felt it again.
“Uncle Az,” called the boy, peeking his head through the window. “No milk.”
The pair of men remaianding, hands at their sides ily, as though they hadn’t tried to cut dowher.
‘Again,’ Azazel thought. ‘Someone keeps pying with Fate.’
“I’ve e to speak with you,” the older man said.
“Sure,” Azazel replied. “I’ll go get the milk. Why don’t you sit inside?”
Harold stepped past him, entering the . Azazel wondered if he should travel the thousands of miles to find the one who ying with his fate, but decided against it.
Thus Fate was forever ged.
‘I really hope nothing bad is going to happen,’ Adam thought, guiltily. He was messing with Fate even for just a few points to make a greater on, but it would have been such a waste to not use it.
Adam tio ent and smith throughout the early days of dawnval.
Omen: 16, 17
Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 15 (8)Omen: 16, 17 -> 1617 + 7 = 24
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
“Hey, did you hear?” whispered a voi the er of the inn. “They say that some old monster’s awoken. Lord Stokkar or something.”
The old stranger with the tattooed forehead pced a hand at the table, t over the small huddled group.
“Hey, whatcha doin’?” replied the dark skinned patron, narrowing his eyes at the tall stranger.
The stranger pulled his hand away from the table, revealing a small ring made of silver, easily worth a few silver pieces. “That story of yours, could you ti?”
The fellow quickly scooped up the ring. “Of course! Take a seat, mister.”
The old man sat down at the table, and soon drinks were brought.
“They say some old monster awoke. Lord Stokkar. He swim through the nd like its water, and he’s led up in the mountains of Aldnd.” The patron tinued his tale, speaking of all the rumours he had heard from the sailors and travellers who passed by.
‘What a mess,’ the old man thought. ‘Stokmar’s awoken?’ Later that night he sent word back before cutting off tace more. He had stated firmly he wouldn’t return for some time, and that he wouldn’t tact the cillors unless it was of extreme importanbsp;
“East Scimitar, shouldn’t we take a break?” called the soldier, staring at the inn ahead.
“We will tihrough the night,” East Scimitar replied, andeering a fresh horse, before tinuing on, narrowly missing a meeting with the old man.
Thus Fate was forever ged.
Omen: 2, 17
Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 20 (13)Omen: 12, 17 -> 217 + 7 = 24
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
West Scimitar grunted as a wyvero his scimitar, dug uhe sting of another, all the while the soldiers behind him hid behind their shields, slowly poking their own wyverns down, though as the seds passed, there were fewer and fewer soldiers.
‘Damn it,’ he thought, catg a stinger with his bde, before rolling uhe creature. There, he saw it, glinting from the er of his eye.
A soldier cried in terror as a stinger went for his face, before the cry cut off. The soldier’s body whipped up towards the air, before the wyvern thrashed it about. The other soldiers, cold with fear, trembled and broke.
“No!” West Scimitar shouted. “To me! To me!” He had found the core of a wyvern, and not just any wyvern, but a greater wyvern. Such a core was invaluable, and would increase his abilities greatly if they could mao take it.
If it was under any other circumstahe soldiers would have broken. However, the wyvern’s stinger was stuck, a Scimitar, who was battered and bruised, was still eager to fight. The soldiers threw away any sense of self preservation and charged forward, spears pierg through the wyvern’s body, before it fell to the ground.
With his soldiers rallied, West Scimitar sshed across the greater wyvern’s stomach, pushing forward to cim the core.
Thus Fate was forever ged.
[Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]
‘500.’ Adam was gd he had rolled so well for the on, keeping the average above a 25.
XP: 7600 -> 7100
AxeRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on. Deals 2d6 sshing damage.You may use this on as a po for spells which requires no item worth a moary cost.This on transform int at will.
[Would you like to he on?]
‘Wizard’s Axe.’
Wizard’s AxeRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on. Deals 2d6 sshing damage.You may use this on as a po for spells which requires no item worth a moary cost.This on transform int at will.
XP Gained: +400XP: 7100 -> 7500Great entme!XP Gained: +200XP: 7500 -> 7700
Adam smiled. It wasn’t the best on he had made, but it was quite useful. He had half a mind to call it Utility Axe, but chose against it si was so silly.
“Where is your axe?” Sonarot asked. She was certain he wasn’t going to sell it off since he had wao make his own axe.
“What do you mean?” Adam asked.
‘He did return te,’ Sonarot thought. “You should have fihe axe today. You did not spend enough to ent a greater on, and you did not wish to sell it.”
“It’s right here.” Adam raised up his hand, and as he did, the ring shifted into ahin his grip. He had spent an hour meditating with the on to attuo it, just so he could make the joke.
Sonarot raised her brows in surprise, but smiled. It was the same entment he had pced on Lucy’s Destroyer. “How amazing.”
“Right?” Adam said, her the axe. “It’s a little strohan a normal axe, and the other features are more useful to me. I use it to el my spells, and it turn t at will.”
Sonarot swung the axe, cutting into some wood, finding the axe could cut through it like butter. “It is quite the axe.”
“Aren’t they all?”
Sonarot smiled. “Did you not wish to ent the on with fire, or another?”
Adam gnced around, noting the other Iyrmen’s faces. He uood she was talking about a very specific damage type. “Even I learn my lesson, Aunt.”
There was an awkwardness within the air. Adam had lost his greatest oo the Great Elders, who did not trust him with it after he had defeated three of the Iyrmen before him, two of whom he had faced back to ba the same day.
Adam smiled and winked.
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