Omen: 1, 2

  ‘Wow, you really don’t want me enting, do you?’ Adam thought, staring at his Omen. ‘I suppose it is the end of the week.’

  During his early m workout, Adam hat the children were assisting Katool more than typical. During their py, they allowed her to go first during their games, and plimented her for her py.

  ‘Oh! No! Damn it!’ Adam rubbed his forehead. ‘They won’t get mad if I…’ He go the other parents. ‘No, they’ll definitely get mad.’

  After his m bath, he returo the shared family estate, where his sister was furiously dev a bread bun, one which had been buttered for her that day. His triplets waited for him to sit down before they sat near him.

  Adam peeked at Katool, before leaning towards his Aunt, whispering loudly. “Aunt? Who is that big girl over there?”

  Katool snickered at him, c her mouth. “Cousin Adam!”

  Adam smiled. “Oh dear, oh dear. What am I meant to get you…” Adam tilted his head. ‘Didn’t I…’ His eyes fell to Turot. “Turot, e here.”

  Turot, Adam’s Cousin, and Lanarot’s cousin, approached, standing in front of Adam awkwardly. His eyes were dark, and so was his hair, just like the other members of his family. Adam reached up to the boy’s head and rubbed it, trying to recall what had happened.

  “I’m sorry, Turot.”

  “Why?” Turot asked.

  “I missed your birthday, didn’t I?”

  Turot furrowed his brows, trying to remember. “Yes?”

  “It was midway through st month, wasn’t it? I robably smithing or something, and I missed your birthday.” That didn’t seem quite right to Adam. Even if Adam was smithing, they would have certainly have told him about Turot’s birthday. ‘Do they only celebrate some birthdays?’

  “Jirot was cured on that day,” Sonarot expined, as though she had read Adam’s mind. “It was the greatest gift.”

  Turot nodded. “Niece Jirot is okay now.”

  “That’s right…” Adam smiled wide, ruffling the boy’s hair a little harder. “I feel reassured when she has a lovely Uncle like you, Turot.”

  Turot snorted happily, befng aside shyly. He sat down nearby, a smile pstered across his face. Mirot, his mother, said nothing of the matter, since Adam had earned such rights.

  “Sorry, Katool.” Adam offered her some fruit. “What is it that you want for your birthday?”

  “I want to see kaka,” the girl said.

  “You want to see Kitool?” Adam wasn’t sure if that was something he was able to give the child. “What else do you want? Cousin Adam will try to get it for you.”

  The girl thought deeply as she ate the fruit Adam had given to her. “I want…” She looked to her mother and father. “I want to py Warriors and Wanderers with mother and father.”

  “I do that,” Adam said. “Do you want to py with Faool too?”

  “Okay,” the girl replied.

  “What about the other children? We could py with everyoer breakfast, and then in the evening I run a game for you and your family? When everyone’s back from work?”

  “Okay,” the girl said, hiding her shy smile before her fruit, eating it slowly.

  ‘Should I start w on making their magical ons?’ Adam thought, the girl more fruit. ‘No, no. Gifting children magical ons is a little silly, even for me.’

  Lanarot swiped Adam’s bread, causing him to blink at her. “I ’t believe you’ve dohis.”

  The days tio pass as Adam ented, pleting more fire swords. It was midway through the month when it happened.

  Omen: 1, 20

  ‘Nice.’

  Adam decided against enting a fire sword.

  “You must be lucky today,” Sonarot said, gently patting Jirot’s back after her feeding.

  “I am. I nning on enting an axe for myself today. I was w if I could have one of the axes from the Rot family vault?”

  Sonarot smiled. After breakfast, she took Adam to the family vault. He followed his Aunt through the lowork of tunnels. Eventually they came across tunnels with letters of the Iyr’s alphabet, and they stepped through eae to arrive at the vault.

  R. O. T.

  The pin wall ahead was marred by forty slots. Sonarot pced her ten s within the slots, in a very particur order. Adam looked away as he always did, not wanting to give anything away in case he was tortured.

  The wall shuddered and fell, revealing a rge treasury. Tiny gems sparked to life, illuminating the treasures within. It was full of pouches, ons, most of which were axes, armour, fur and hides, and so much more.

  Adam’s eyes fell across the items which he had personally sent back to the Iyr, his fingers brushing along the furs and hides. He picked up a few of the Dragon scales, white and blue, reminisg about the pair ons he had assisted in sying.

  ‘Bit weird now that I have Half Dragon children,’ Adam thought.

  “Adam,” Sonarot called, holding up an axe Adam only vaguely remembered seeing the times he had stepped into the vault. The wooden shaft was grey, though not quite greywood, and the bde was made of a steel which was the colour of dark night, with a small streak, like lightning, across it.

  “Stormsteel,” Adam whispered, rubbing his thumb along the metal. It was cool to the touch, and Adam swore he could feel something greater within it.

  “Take it, Adam,” Sonarot said, pg a hand over Adam’s.

  “Are you sure?”

  Sonarot smiled. “It is a great on, and it deserves to be in the hands of someone like you. You will give it a great story. Perhaps, one day, you will pass it down to one of your children.”

  Adam gripped the shaft, bowing his head. “Thank you, as always.”

  Sonarot rubbed his head. “If you wish for another, you may pick from any that you see.”

  “I’ll take this one.” Adam swung it oo the side, feeling its weight. It was ever so slightly heavier than the average battleaxe. “I’ll be sure to sy something good with it, so you fill the void its left within the vault.”

  ‘You ot,’ Sonarot thought, but she did not speak the words aloud.

  Ohey returned, Adam grabbed a nightval bear core, and six amber gems. The core would the pce of one of the gems he would need. He looked back to the htval bear core he still possessed, but decided against it. Two nightval bear cores seemed like overkill for what he wao make.

  “Damn, I’m running out of amber…” Adam squinted his eyes. ‘I have been spending several hundred gold on each fire sword.’ He looked to his ems, some of which were worth several hundred gold each. ‘I guess I’m still not poor, though.’

  Mana: 18 -> 15Enting Check (Intelligence)(Iyr Shrine)D20 + 7 = 9 (2)Omen: 1, 20 -> 120 + 7 = 27 (20)

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate, and thus Fate was forever ged.

  He swung the axe, feeling the gerickle of magic within it. Just two more days like this, as well as four more to solidify the magito it, and the on would be plete. Greater magical ons required at least a week for Adam to ent, whereas Basic magical ons required only three.

  “Papa!” Lanarot poi him, huffing angrily.

  “What is it?”

  She babbled angrily towards him, wagging her finger, before she motioned a hand to Jirot, who was holding her nana’s hands, and was cautiously stepping around. As Sonarot let go, the baby Goblin dropped down and giggled happily, g her haedly.

  “Are you jealous because she’s so cute?” Adam asked. “You don’t have to be, since you’re so cute too.”

  Lanarot stared up at Adam for a long moment, before huffing out again, and smiling. “Yes.” She walked off, hands behind her back as she went off to think oter deeply.

  Adam picked Jirot up, blowing into her tummy. “What happeo her?” Adam asked, motioning his head to his sister.

  “She wished to py with me, but I was busy with little Jirot,” Sonarot replied, holding baby Jarot’s hands as he squatted and stood, smiling up at her with utter joy. “How was your enting?”

  “It retty good. I’m running out of gold, though. I only have, what, less than two thousand now?”

  “Is that not enough?”

  “These little babbies are always so hungry fold, aren’t you?” Adam pnted a firm kiss against Jirot’s cheek, causio cackle. “You see? Only two thousand gold, she said. How dare you cim to be my father with only that little!” Adam peppered his daughter’s face with kisses.

  “Will you ent tomorrow too?” Sonarot asked.

  “Probably,” Adam replied, rubbing Jirot’s stomach as the girl squirmed. “I o make more fire swords for the Iyr. Even if they ’t make the fort now, I still o show them I’m thinking about my end of the deal.”

  “You do not o work so hard.”

  “It’s only the beginning of the year,” Adam said. “Plus, I have beeing, haven’t I?”

  Sonarot sighed. “What am I to do with you, Adam?”

  Adam smiled ily, before he furrowed his brows. “I literally took a break yesterday.”

  Sonarot sighed again.

  Omen: 11, 17

  Adam went to ent the day, plug a Thread of Fate to assist him in enting, before he finally returned back to the shared family estate. Excited chattering shot out from the estate as he approached.

  There, Adam found his triplets swarming him, while his sister was currently embrag another young man. ‘How could you do this to me?’

  Adam inhaled deeply. “You ’t do that!”

  How dare they steal Lanarot away from Adam!