Omen: 4, 19

  Mana: 18 -> 14Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 23 (16)Omen: 4, 19 -> 419 + 7 = 26

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.

  The winds tio whip harshly, and Sir Harold Merryweather sighed. He had waited for a long while already, the winds too harsh to fly through. He had spent too long away from the vilge, and he was worried, especially after being informed that Sir Royce had left.

  No doubt the King would not leave the vilge be.

  Yet, though it appeared the winds would tio howl, they suddenly died down. He did not spend the moment thanking his good fortune, instead leaping off the mountain, before his steed caught him, the gryphon’s wings beating hard as they flew back towards their vilge.

  Thus Fate was forever ged.

  “Finally!” Adam stretched out his arms. “That should be good. Hey, Bell, if I leave it and e back to it aime, will the entment be ruined?’

  [No.]

  “Sweet!”

  Adam yawned, before taking the greatsword back to Elder Zijin. “I just need five days of bad lud it’ll be done.”

  “Bad luck?”

  “Yeah, I don’t o think to focus too hard on it, I just o spend the time and Mana.”

  Zijin stared at Adam. “Are you certain?”

  “That’s how it worked st time,” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulders. When making Phantom, he only had to work hard for three dice rolls, and the he was able to finish by going through the motions.

  A thought crossed the Elder’s mind. “Perhaps you do not o ent it any longer.”

  “What do you mean?” Adam asked.

  “I would like to see whether you are required to finish the bde,” Zijin said. It was quite a costly procedure, but it was something which could be useful for the Iyr to know.

  “I am,” Adam said, nodding his head.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, because I…” Adam stopped. ‘Am I really o finish the entment?’

  [No.]

  “Oh,” Adam said. “Perhaps I’m not, but…” ‘What about the XP?’

  [That is uo you.]

  ‘It is?’

  [Yes.]

  ‘Oh. Cool.’ “Apparently, I’m not,” Adam eventually said, the Elder staring at him as he had talked to himself.

  “I will speak with the Great Elders.”

  “Alright. Let me know if it works out.” Adam tapped his forehead in a casual salute, before leaving the Elder to his business.

  ‘If they finish off what I do, that would be nice,’ Adam thought. ‘I o figure out how to teach agic still.’

  Adam sighed as he returned back to the shared family estate. There, everyone was waiting for him, from his brother to his panions, the rest of Fate’s Golden, his party.

  “Yo,” Adam said, waving a hand towards the group, pig up his sister, who had been sug on a blobsp;

  “Good evening,” Jurot replied, inviting Adam to sit with them.

  “Oof.” Adam could feel the ache from sitting in one position for too long. “I’m gd that I have the day off tomorrow.”

  “Have you prepared yift?” Jurot asked.

  “Yeah, what about you?”

  Jurot nodded slowly.

  “I’ll bring more than enough gifts for the rest of you too, so don’t worry about it too much,” Adam said to the rest of the group. He had wondered how weddings worked in the Iyr, and had invited everyone else. The children of the other Iyrmen had also been brought along for the wedding, though the teens and the adults were going to work as normal.

  Adam looked to Dunes, but hat he didn’t seem too different. ‘Your old man’s getting married and you’re ag like it has nothing to do with you.’ Adam looked up towards the sky, w if his children would be so apatheti.

  “You are thinking again?” Jurot asked.

  “That’s just how I am,” Adam replied, slowly f a smirk.

  “Thinking too much is bad for the heart.”

  “Yeah?” Adam chuckled. “You’re certainly n.”

  Jurot wondered what Adam was thinking to make him so mencholic. Was it about that thing again? Just how dangerous was it for Adam to stantly think of it?

  Meanwhile, Zijin finished his report to the Great Elders.

  Adam’s behaviour was aleculiar, the Great Elders didn’t think too much about that matter. However, the Chief remained silent.

  “That is a little too ve,” Elder Forest eventually said. “To be able to ent for two days and allow ao finish the on, to form a greater enhanced on.”

  “It is a small price to firm,” Elder Gold refuted.

  Elder Forest couldn’t deny that. “Sihis matter falls to you, I will follow your lead.”

  It was quite the thought which Zijin had thought of.

  “If it is true that Adam is able to ent for two or three days, and we tinue his entment…” Elder Gold left the question hang in the air.

  “How is it that he is always causing us trouble?” Elder Forest asked.

  “Is it that he is causing us trouble, or that trouble follows him like a foul stench?” Elder Gold asked.

  “He may not believe it is trouble,” Elder Teacher said. “He has a different sehan we Iyrmen, as we have a different seo the Aldish.”

  “There are onalities between our people still,” Elder Peace added, wanting to moderate the discussion so that it did not end up with the Iyrmen speaking ill of the Aldish.

  “Romaezi should take charge of the task,” Elder Gold said. “If there is anyone who could tihe enting process, it would be him.”

  “If it still requires four week, then it would be a disappoi,” Elder Forest said.

  “Unless Adam ents the on with an entment whiaezi is uo ent,” Elder Gold refuted.

  Elder Forest paused. “Is the entment not one whiaezi ent?” She tried to recall all the entments Romaezi could ent.

  “No,” Elder Gold said, certain of the fact. “He ent to deal greater damage to one when the enemy is wounded.”

  Elder Forest held her . “Adam’s entment is far more useful.”

  “If Romaezi is able to ent such a on, then…”

  “Adam could begin the enting process and allow us to plete it.”

  “Allowing we Iyrmen to create more ons which hold entments which are desirable.”

  The pair of Great Elders tio speak between one another, speaking of what they could do if this entire process worked. Si was about resources for the Iyr, they were the most eager to discuss the topic.

  Chief Iromiually tapped the table, causing them to stop speaking, all the while the Chief thought. “You said that Adam spoke to himself?”

  “It was reported by Fawyx,” Zijin firmed. “He had heard Adam talk to himself at the end of his enting.”

  “You are certain he said Belle?” Iromin asked.

  “Yes.”

  Iromin remained silent for some time. The reat Elders uood that this was a matter which reted to Adam, something whily Iromin rivy to as the Chief.

  Iromin thought about the name for a while. It was undoubtedly the name of the God of Chaos from Adam’s previous life, but he wasn’t familiar with the name in the text of their own world.

  The name Belle caused Iromin to think about what he was doing. He, the Chief of the Iyr, held the greatest position in the Iyr. Elder Story outrahem all, teically, though they did not aywhere near as much as any of them. He outrahe reat Elders, only until they would use their own title for their limited domains.

  When it came to calling for war, Elder Peace was the supreme authority, and it was the same for making peace. Elder Wrath would hold final and the armies of the Iyr. Elder Teacher made the education which all children would follow. Elder Gold held and over the resources when it came to trading and spending gold, and Elder Forest held and over how to spend the resources to expand the Iyr.

  However, it was the Chief who typically led the Iyr in almost every matter. When it came to Adam, he was the supreme authority. It was the Chief’s decision as to whether Adam lived or died.

  It was his duty to safeguard the Iyr by making the correct decisions day to day. He had invited Adam in, and had heard the tale from the Half Elf’s own lips, one of a handful of people who khe story.

  The Chief couldn’t help but feel that whatever decision he made would have a profound effe the Iyr, something which the Iyr couldn’t stop o had begun.

  “What’s wrong with a little chaos?” called a voice from the rooftop. Strom tio sip his drink. He had assured the Great Elders he would not eavesdrop on important discussions, but since Adam’s name had popped up, he couldn’t help it.

  The Great Elders were unsure of what Strom truly meant, but the Chief thought deeply about what the old man had said. Strom had been vouched for by Elder Story, so the Chief had allowed Strom uered access to the ey of the Iyr, though he had mostly stuck around to do as he pleased.

  Strom’s identity was known to the Chief, and to Elder Peace, but not to the other Iyrmen, as all secrets worked. Each Great Elder had their ows, some of which were shared with others, some which was theirs to keep.

  There was something which Strom and Iromin shared, and that was Adam’s story. Strom, too, knew what the name Belle meant.

  Iromin wondered if mention of the name would cause Strom to act up again, but he had been so tame retly. After his escapade to the west, Strom had returned a ged man, no longer even suggesting to cause trouble.

  ‘What’s wrong with a little chaos?’

  It may have been a statement of iion by Strom for the Chief, or it was Strom’s approval for them to allow Adam to tinue causing trouble in the Iyr.

  Iromin sighed. Whoever would end up as the Chief would have quite the trouble on their hands.

  At the very least, Strom would die by the end of the year.

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  Strom causing trouble. He's one of my favourite characters. It's a shame he's going to die.