Omen: 7, 14

  “Adam,” Jonn called, adorned in his breastpte, carrying his bde at his side.

  Adam pced Lanarot down, the girl panting from her ughter. She pointed up, wanting to fly again, but Adam brushed her hair, eyeing up the other Half Elf. “Jonn.”

  “I wish to speak with you,” Jonn said.

  Adam noted Jonn wao step aside. He fixed his sister’s hair, and her clothing, before he stood, ready to follow the Half Elf out.

  Jonn, however, stopped in front of Jurot. “Will you witness it?”

  “Okay,” the Iyrman replied, before following the Half Elves out.

  Johem out to one side, to where a group of s y. One housed a tinkerer who was in the middle of tinkering. Uhe shade of a tree, Jonn turo face Adam. “Please allow me the honour of finally swearing my oaths to you.”

  “Finally, eh?” Adam smiled at his joke. “It’s been a while since you promised.”

  “I decided long ago, but I wished to wait until after your sister’s birthday,” Jonn said.

  “Why?”

  “I did not wish to take anything away from her.”

  “Mmm,” Adam replied, nodding his head. “That’s a good response.”

  “I wish to swear to you the Oaths of Vengeance.”

  “Vengeance?” Adam replied, raising his brow. He hadn’t expected to hear that, though he was unfamiliar with the various different oaths.

  “I will swear my oaths to protect your children,” Jonn said, having figured out the most optimal ce of finally swearing his oaths. He was still an Oathbreaker, having given up his oaths when he had been abahough he knew Adam loved his children, he was still an enigma, and Jonn wasn’t sure that Adam would allow him to swear such oaths. “If anyone dares to harm them, I will be the first to act.”

  “The sed,” Adam corrected.

  “The third,” Jurot further corrected.

  “I take the Oath of Siy, or the Oath of the Watcher, if you so prefer.”

  Adam chewed on his thoughts for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he sed Jonn. Jonn, who wore a breastpte, and carried at his side a sword, had duelled him long ago. They had met randomly, as if by Fate, and they had made a bet. The bet was won by Adam, and sihen the Guardian had yet to keep his promise. Adam had allowed the Guardian to follow him, and though they had fought side by side, the Guardian had yet to swear his oaths.

  “You know…” Adam go one side, looking towards the past. “You promised me almost two years ago. You promised to swear your oaths, and I promised my armour, I think. Puthral pte mail, which probably would have fitted you. I shouldn’t have bet it, but I was a bigger fool than now. I don’t like liars. If you have already broken your oath, and you’ve already lied to me, what says you won’t lie now?”

  “I-,” Jonn began.

  “But,” Adam interrupted the Half Elf, who was a few years his senior. “They say that as speak louder than words. You broke your promise, yeah, and I probably would have refused you, but… do you know what I’m thinking abht now?”

  “The Lord of Fmes?”

  Adam slowly nodded his head. “He was a hell of a monster.” Adam threw a go Jurot. “I fell right away, but Jurot and you, you stood. You had the ce then to surrender, but you helped Lucy, and you tried to let her escape. She died, sure, but you still stood up for her, a Demon, when the odds were against us.”

  Jonn remained silent. Jurot, too, remained silent. He remembered the mohey had faced that day, a creature which would have been sidered a tender for stro across all the nd, even including the Iyrmen, the A Gold Dragon in Bckwater, and Lord Stokmar, the Lord of Earth.

  “Vengeance is good,” Adam said. “There’s nothing like vengeao spur a man to it atrocities. If you break this oath, though, I’ll take it as you admitting you’ll harm my children, and I’ll hunt you down personally.”

  “I uand.”

  “Alright. I’ll accept your oaths, Jonn.” Adam looked to Jurot, and then back to Jonn. “So, is there some kind of ritual?”

  Jonn dropped to his knees before Adam, clutg at his amulet, that of Baktu, the God of Death. The God was more familiarly known as Lord Sozain within Aldnd, but the Iyr had their own name for the God. The amulet had been gifted to him by the Iyr, more than eager to share the faith of their patroy, he whose presence was felt in its every nook and y.

  Jonn began to mutter a prayer, his words almost a whisper, though Adam could barely make out hearing their names. After a short while, Jonn raised his voice slightly, allowing the pair to hear him. “My sword, yours, I swear. My magic, yours, I swear. My future, yours, I swear. I will right the wrongs you face, I swear. If there are those who would harm your honour, your life, your children, I will draw my bde, I swear.”

  A small pulse of magic emanated from the kneeling Half Elf. Adam could feel it, the electric feeling of magic. It ihrough his body, and caused his heart to pound harder. It grew hotter, so hot that Adam couldn’t help but clutch at his chest. He looked to Jurot, who stood steadfast, staring down at Jonn.

  “Do you witness, Ju of the Rot family?” Jonn asked.

  “I, Jurot, son of Sonarot, witness you,” Jurot firmed.

  ‘Hmm?’ Adam thought, having noted something off about Jurot’s words.

  Jonn reached to grab the bde, a across his palm, before using his fio paint a crude symbol of Baktu using his blood. Jurot undid the dagger at his side, before holding out his hand. Adam held out his hand towards Jurot, assuming the Iyrman . Jurot tur face up, and cut across Adam’s palm.

  Health: 65 -> 64

  The blood pooled within Adam’s hand, and Jonn held out his hand, allowing Jurot t Adam’s hand over, to drip the blood onto the Guardian’s bloody palm. As Adam’s blood dripped onto Jonn’s hand, it sizzled, and the blood withdrew into their body. Jonn winced, as though he had been struck, before he exhaled.

  Adam felt his body stiffen for a moment, before he rexed. He stared down at his palm, where the cut had disappeared, before looking to Jonn’s hands, which were unmarked too, as though none of it had happened.

  Several Iyrmen swiftly marched onto the se, hands at their ons, before noting Jurot standing with the Half Elves.

  “Okay?” one asked.

  “Okay,” Jurot replied.

  The Iyrmen gnced between the Half Elves, before withdrawing. They had felt it, the pulse of magic, which had spread a short way. They went to calm the other Iyrmen nearby, who checked to see what had happened, and exged nods with Jurot.

  Adam remained silent, gng between the pair before him, who seemed to know what they were doing.

  Quest plete: Oaths SwornXP Gained: +100XP: 19 500 -> 19 600

  Jonn inhaled deeply, before letting out a long sigh. “It is done.”

  “Well that was… alright, I suppose?” Adam said, quietly, gng around the area, as though Baktu would appear. ‘I do o speak with you, so why don’t you e out?’ Adam looked around, trying to coax the God to appear.

  “You should rest,” Jurot said to Jonn.

  “Ah, before you rest though…” Adam led Jurot and Jonn towards the shared estate. Adam entered a room on the first floor, where he had kept it bundled ever since he had ented it.

  The bde was long, long enough that it was obviously made for an Iyrman. The wooden handle which was white, something only Jurot could admire. The bde held a silver pattern across it like waves.

  “I ented it before Churot’s birthday, a few weeks before we eve Shama. It rovided by Elder Zijin, who promised me to inform you that it was gifted by the Jin family.”

  “Did you think I would swear my oaths back then?” Jonn asked.

  “If you didn’t, then I’d find someone else to gift it to,” Adam said, holding the bde out to Jonn. “It’s a Greater Enhanced on. It strike true more easily, and if you are heavily wounded, you will strike harder.”

  OathkeeperYou gain a +2 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.You critically hit on a 19 or 20. When you are below half Health, deal an additional 1D6 holy damage.

  Jon and accepted it from the Half Elf. “I will use it well, mast-,”

  “Heughya!” Adam shouted, shuddering. “Don’t you ever call me that.” Adam almost gagged, wing heavily. He hadn’t ged this hard before during this life. “Call me boss, or sir? No, Sir is a le, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Jurot said.

  “Damn. Alright, then how about…” Adam thought for a moment. “Boss?”

  “Yes, boss,” Jonn said.

  Adam frowned. It didn’t feel quite as good when Jonn said it. “Alright, I suppose it’ll do.” Adam motioned his head for Jonn to leave, and after watg the Half Elf go, he turo Jurot. “Are you alright?”

  “Yes. It was my honour to witness a right.”

  “Right, right, but…” Adam paused for a moment. “I’ve never heard you say your name like that.”

  Jurot go Adam’s side, noting the axe for a moment, before he bowed his head. “Father has been missing for too long. He is presumed dead. I must honour my mother when I .”

  “Oh,” Adam whispered. “I’m sorry, Jurot.”

  “Father would not die easily,” Jurot said. He swallowed. “He would die a good death.”

  “Yeah.” Adam pat Jurot’s arm.

  “Why did you give him a sword?” Jurot asked, noting hoard it had bee for his brother.

  “He’s not a Rot.”

  Jurot bowed his head, accepting the logic.

  “He’d be fifth, wouldn’t he?” Adam asked. “There’s also Aunt and the old geezer.”

  Jurot bowed his head, accepting the logic.

  Finally! It's been what? 400+ chapters?

  Also Oathkeeper is around 100+ chapters old too.

  Now I wonder how long it will take to reveal Wraith's abilities...