Omen: 2, 11
Jurot and Vonda had taken the lead the day. Vonda held the map, which assisted Jurot slightly. However, even with Vonda’s map, Jurot had realised he had been moving in the wrong dire. It was firmed when the group came across them.
They were tall and rge, easily dwarfing even Adam, and they were thick with fur. Bears, one may have called them, but they moved on two feet. Their fur was a deep red, almost like bloodied rust on a bde. There were a half dozen of them.
Jurot stared at the Bearfolk and wondered if they were a group the Iyr had made dealings with. A half dozen of them meant that they could threaten the group, but Jurot was sure that they would think twice about trying to fight.
“Jurot,” Adam whispered. “What are those?”
“Barmun,” Jurot expined. “Bearfolk.”
“Are we cool?” Adam asked, pg his fiips at his shield. Even though his axe was in its ring form, he still wore a warhammer at his side, one of Dwarven make.
There was a low growl, but the Barmun stepped backwards, away from the Iyrmen. Adam raised his brows in surprise, sihe growl was Iyrspeech. It was a warning to Adam’s group, telling them they were in the wrong nds.
Ohe Barmun had disappeared, Jurot led them around, headiward for some time. He and Kitool checked the sery around the area, and Jaygak decided to keep out of their way sihey khe signs to chebsp;
“We should be fine,” Jurot said, before he tinued.
That evening, they made up camp as usual, creating a small fortress. Adam thought about taking a trick to help the process, but he still came to the clusion that it was best to use one’s body.
Omen: 4, 7
“We should leave soon,” called Jurot.
Adam’s eyes were narrowed, almost his entire body was submerged i bath. ‘Damn it.’
“What’s wrong?” Vonda asked, noting how sour Adam was as they were trekking through the dangerous forest.
“I feel unlucky today,” Adam said.
Vonda threw a look to Dunes, whed his shoulders. Only Adam would be upset and ahat he was unlucky in a forest which held a myriad of things which could kill them.
Jurot stopped, noting a mark on a tree branch, before he turned his head slightly. Kitool had spotted the same mark, and with some help, so had Jaygak.
The trio drew their ons, causing the rest of the group to do the same, and soon they followed Jurot and Kitool, who walked cautiously twenty paces ahead of them.
Ahead of them was a stoatue, which stood in front of a stoemple. The statue was cracked in multiple pieces, with only a single arm, and the temple fared little better. The temple was long, though much of it had sank into the earth below.
“Is it your temple?” Adam asked.
Before Vonda could ahe statue creaked, and turo face the group.
Adam blinked. “Excuse me?”
Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 8 (7)
Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2
Attack - Wizard’s Axe, FnkingD20 + 8 = 24 (16)D20 + 8 = 27 (19)Critical hit!Mana: 18 -> 17Ability: Divine Smite4D6 + 4D6 + 5 = 35 (1, 2, 5, 6)(2, 4, 4, 6)35 damage!
Attack - Wizard’s Axe, FnkingD20 + 8 = 16 (8)D20 + 8 = 18 (10)Hit!Mana: 17 -> 16Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 5 = 18 (2, 5)(1, 5)18 damage!
Jurot was first to move, grunting towards the group, and soohers followed him. Jurot’s axe swiped across the stoatue, before he mao cut into the statue’s thigh.
‘Too light,’ Jurot thought. Though he had mao find the creature’s oint with his axe, Phantom was made to deal great damage to the mind, but this creature held no mind.
Lucy wailed with joy, screaming like a banshee as she leapt into the air and smmed her axe into the statue’s face, causing it to miss its blow.
Dunes called forth his magics, summoning a group of bdes around him. “The Good Lady smites you!” he ted, his floating bdes tearing into the statue, causing it to crumble.
Javelins and arrows pelted the statue, while Adam and Jaygak both dashed towards it, magical axe and bde in hand. Jaygak’s bde crackled with lightning as she cut into one leg, and Adam’s axe sank into its other, fshing white hot with his holy smite.
‘I love criticals,’ Adam thought, gd he had spent his XP on Improved Criticals. He had barely used it, but it was such a great ability in bat.
The stoatue crumbled to the ground, and Adam looked to Jurot, who had noted a blood sptter on the wall. It was a blood sptter made by an Iyrman, that was for sure.
“It is still dangerous,” Jurot said. He had not yet fallen into his Rage Dance, unlike Lucy. With a single foe, who was already heavily ihere had been no need for it. Jurot stepped up towards the open doors, and peeked inside.
The light flooded the temple from its slight angle, allowing even Jurot’s eyes to see further inside. He quickly stepped inside, and the rest followed him.
The inside of the temple was trashed, with rge pieces of stone having falling towards the end, blog the doors. There was an old smell which g in the air. A single skeleton y at the end, though it was missing its skull. It had been picked by the wildlife, and even the clothing had barely bee alone.
Jurot dropped down beside it, toug the cloth. Whoever it was, they had died with bde in hand. Jaygak lifted the bde up, being able to see it clearly even with the low light, which was currently being blocked by a rge number of people.
“Jurot,” Jaygak said, handing the rge bde over to the Iyrman. Jurot lifted it up towards the light.
The bde was made of Iyrsteel, there was no doubt about that. It wasn’t just made out of Iyrsteel, for the wood was familiar to Jurot. Jurot looked down to the bohe skull which had been shattered.
“It was a good death,” Jurot said, noting that there were at least three other statues, and there were several blood sptters around the area, which had beloo at least four bodies.
Jurot pulled out a sack from his pack, and Jaygak began to collect the bones, since she could see best in the dark.
“What are you doing?” Adam asked.
“We must return the body to the Iyr,” Jaygak replied, simply.
“Is it an Iyrman?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Timojin’s elder sister,” Jurot said, his hand rubbing along the handle which he had worked years ago.
“Timojin? You mean our Timojin?”
“Yes.”
Adam inhaled sharply, tasting the air. It was a rancid taste, one which caused him to cough. “Damn,” he said, though not because he tasted the air.
“It was a good death,” Jurot said. “Even we would struggle against four statues, but three had beeed before we arrived.”
“How long ago did she die?”
“She left the Iyr five years ago,” Jurot said. “This must have happened some time before I left the Iyr.”
Kitool held the Bronze Rank tag in hand, rubbing her finger along the name which had been carved into it. Rojin. She pced it into the sack with the rest of the Iyrman’s bones.
Adam crossed his arms, squeezing them. ‘Right. This is that kind of world. Even a group of Experts find trouble if they e across enough monsters.’ There was a vast differeweerong foe, and two moderate foes. Luckily, there was over ten of them, so most threats could be dealt with easily.
Vonda and Dunes righted a statue which had fallen over, whiehow hadn’t shattered. Adam tensed up, before seeing it was in a vague shape of a woman, rather than in the more detailed warrior which they had faced.
Vonda dropped to her knees and prayed before it, g her hands together. Duook to one knee, and bowed his head, mutter a much quieter prayer towards the statue.
Adam dropped to a knee before the statue too. ‘I assume you’re Mother Soza. I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for all you’re doing.’ They were here to help bring the loot back from the temple, half of which would go to them, but Adam felt far more awkward about it.
He pced down a gold before the statue, one which he would leave behind after the loot was taken away. ‘It’s probably bad luck to take everything from a temple.’
“Where are the other bodies?” Adam asked, noting that there were a few packs around, but no other bodies.
“They must have been raised during dawnval.” Jurot expined.
“Dawnval, eh?” Adam wondered why the Iyrman hadn’t been raised, but decided it would have been rude to ask.
Jaygak pat Adam’s back. “Who would dare to cim what belongs to Baktu?”
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It was a good death.
