Omen: 7, 14

  Smithing Check (Strength)D20 + 6 = 9 (3)Omen: 7, 14 -> 714 + 6 = 20

  Smithing Check (stitution)D20 + 5 = 16 (11)

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate, not thinking of the sequences for a mere 14, and thus Fate was forever ged. He fed an axe, one he would ent iure, either to sell or to hand to one of his future workers.

  ‘How are they doing without me?’ Adam thought, before he made his way to the extended Rot family estate.

  Adam ehe courtyard of the Rot family estate, bringing with him an air of awkwardness. He gnced around to the Iyrmen, nodding his head slowly to them, though hat Jarot, the old man, and Jirot were missing. Baby Jarot was within his basket, staring up at all the faces, nnising them, though once he saw his father, he smiled and cooed.

  “Jarot, my cute little babby, where is your babo and your sister?” Adam asked, lifting the boy up, holding him close to his chest.

  “Jirot is unwell,” Mulrot said, calmly.

  “What?”

  “Jarot is looking after her.” The Family Elder guided Adam to the room where Jirot was kept, the form of the one armed Iyrman casting a shadow over her.

  Jirot was fast asleep, but her breath was coarse and loud, as though it was scratg her throat.

  “I should go get Vonda,” Adam said. “No, I have Healing Word, I -,”

  Jarot almost whacked Adam upside the head, but he was holding baby Jarot, so merely grabbed it instead. “What are you thinking? Trying to cast magi this month, you fool.”

  “Then what am I meant to do?” Adam asked, feeling how tightly the old man was holding his head, not quite hard enough to hurt, but enough for him to feel the pressure of an Iyrman’s strength.

  “She must rest,” Jarot said, letting go of Adam’s head. “There is a herb the forest may hold. It will be brought to the Iyr.”

  “Right,” Adam said. “A team o be formed. I’ll go get…” ‘Who I get? Jurot, Kitool, and Jaygak are all gone. Should I take Lud Mara? No, they’re busy in the Iyr. Vonda? Dunes? No, magic is awkward this month…’

  “A team has already been formed,” Jarot said.

  “What?”

  “Tarot has formed the team, taking with him Experts and Masters of our family.” Jarot’s eyes remained glued to the little girl.

  Adam held his son against his chest, who could feel how quickly his father’s heart was beating. “Where are they? I’ll go too.”

  “Rex, Adam,” Jarot said, calmly. “Otkan has goh them.” Jarot’s heart would have beeing as hard as Adam’s, but after hearing that Jirot was ill, Otkao assist to ease the old man’s heart.

  “Well, if it’s Otkan…” Adam quickly shut his mouth, realising what he had said. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Tarot and the others of the Rot family, but Otkan was someone who he trusted more thaended Rot family. “Thanks.”

  Jarot sighed. He wao go too, but he was needed here, to look after Jirot and Jarot. Tarot had put out the call personally, wanting to earn Adam’s good grace after what had happened.

  Adam frowned, holding Jarot close to his chest. ‘What the hell happened? Is it because she moved to a different po, there’s no way Jarot would have moved her if she was going to get sick.’

  “At times like this, leave it to us, Adam,” Jarot said. “No matter what happens, little Jirot will be fine. I guarantee no one take my precious Jirot from me.”

  “How you say that? She’s obviously sick because she misses her father. What a silly girl, if you missed me, you could have just said. Babo is such a bad influen you…” Adam could see the sweat on her forehead, her thin hair stuck against it. He kissed her forehead.

  A short while ter, Konarot appeared. She pouted up at her father, carrying with her one of the fine furs that Entalia had gifted the triplets as part of their hoard. Kirot and Karot also held their own fine furs, their own personal bnkies.

  “Sorry, sorry,” Adam said, pulling them in close to hug them tight. “I should have e back to you. Thank you, Aunt.”

  Sonarot smiled. “I could not hold against her. She pouted and threateo cry before me, and she would .”

  “You silly girl, how could you worry Aunt Sonarot like this?” Adam lifted his daughter up and showered her in affe. “No matter how cute you are, you ’t do something like that.”

  Konarot ed herself around her father and sucked ohumb, her siblings following suit.

  “They may remain within the family estate,” Sonarot said. “It would be good for the children to know their family.”

  Adam held onto his triplets, not allowing the children a eet them, but he couldn’t help it sihey slept so well against him.

  Omen: 10, 14

  Konarot narrowed her eyes at the old man who had appeared i family estate, clutg at her father’s sleeve tightly.

  “What are you doing here?” Adam asked, raising his brows towards Strom. “More trouble?”

  “I don’t want to hear that from you,” Strom said, pg down a barrel of ale for the Rot family. “You shouldn’t tempt Fate this month. It will be chaotiough without you.”

  Adam stared up at the old man for a long moment. ‘Did I tempt Fate and make Jirot sio, that’s too tal, isn’t it? No, is there anything tal when it es to me?’ “Alright.”

  Strom sighed. He couldn’t believe that he had e to tell someoo have less fun, but he didn’t want anything to happen to his six little stars, who would cause havo the world if they grew up well.

  It was ter in the day that Jarot huffed angrily at Adam, who was sitting beside him, frowning over the tiny ill Goblin. “I already worry enough!” Jarot whispered angrily. “You will only further sour the mood!”

  “I’m her father, old man!” Adam replied, his voice also a whisper. “How you ask me to leave? I ’t! What if something happens to her?”

  Jarot rubbed his forehead. “You do not o worry. Not even Baktu take her away from us.”

  Adam raised his brows, w how an Iyrman could invoke Baktu’s name so easily. Every time he did it, he got into trouble, but to hear Jarot say it, it caused the tension in his shoulders to release.

  ‘I guess I’ll go smith…’

  Smithing Check (Strength)D20 + 6 = 10 (4)

  Smithing Check (stitution)D20 + 5 = 18 (13)

  Adam’s smithing oor as his heart that day, though he was able to stave away the effects of f a barely passable axe.

  ‘I ’t even go see my poor little babby…’

  Adam spent the evening with his triplets, holding them close to him. He fed them and washed them for bed, before sleeping with them ed around him.

  Sonarht a b for them, but decided against it. ‘They are Half Silver Dragons.’

  Omen: 6, 13

  Smithing Check (Strength)D20 + 6 = 7 (1)

  Smithing Check (stitution)D20 + 5 = 8 (3)

  The Rot family decided against sending him back that day, seeing the stress and haggardness overwhelm the Half Elf. They had heard stories about Adam, how he had flung himself forward to sy Vandra, the White Dragon who would cause difficult even for Jarot, and even a Blue Dragohe Half Elf was just a shadow as he held his daughter’s hand, feeling how hot her body had bee.

  Omen: 1, 20

  ‘Damn,’ Adam thought, w how he could use the 20 to help his daughter. However, Strom’s warning repyed within his mind, and he sighed.

  Jirot fell asleep after beihough Adam remained with her for a short while after. He kissed her forehead, and brushed her hair gently, befoing off to smith.

  Smithing Check (Strength)D20 + 6 = 25 (19)

  Smithing Check (stitution)D20 + 5 = 23 (18)

  ‘I ’t be moping around,’ Adam thought as he fed another axe. He returhat evening with a less hollow look, more like the Adam the Iyrmen knew.

  “Which story do you wao read you?” Adam asked, holding up two books. Jirot’s left hand twitched first, so Adam picked the book in his right hand. He had chosen two stories which had happy endings, and very little drama or sorrow.

  “Huuuu!” Baby Jarot sniffled, threatening to cry. He could not see the baby who was always beside him, so stantly cried. He was already in an unfamiliar pce, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Where were those who used to look after him and give him his milk? Where was the old man who would tell him so many tales?

  The other children wondered why the Goblin cried so much, and as he was taken away, they muttered between themselves.

  “Is it because he is a Goblin?”

  “He is not a Goblin, he is an Iyrman.”

  “He ot be an Iyrman.”

  “Why not?”

  The children argued between one another, befoing to Churot, who was reading a book. He hadn’t done any maths ever since Jirot had been ill, finding the mood too dark.

  “Cousin Churot, is baby Jarot an Iyrman?” a child asked.

  Churot blinked. “He is cousin Jurot’s nephew.”

  The children stared up at the Devilkin teen, befng between one ahinking about what had been said.

  “Yes,” a child said. “He is cousin Jurot’s nephew.”

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  My poor Jirot! How this happen to you?

  Also Churot has a point.