Omen: 16, 17
“You must return quickly tonight,” Sonarot said. “You have been w too hard.”
“Alright,” Adam replied, feeling awkward that Sonarot was still babying him like this. It wasn’t that she was babying him, but that he made it so she felt the o baby him. ‘I really should take it easy sometimes.’
Mana: 18 -> 16Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 17 (10)Omen: 16, 17 -> 1617 + 7 = 24
Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.
A harsh rain fell from the darkening sky. The fishermen had retreated to nd, and the vessels at port were well protected by the pier and the walls around.
The captain of one ship, The Jaunty Pearl, kept his hat over his eyes as he y in is hammock. He had a perfectly usable bed right beside him, but there was something about the gentle rog of the ship during a terrible storm which calmed his salty heart.
“Captain!” came a shout. “We’ve got ers.”
ers during a storm? It was an ill omen, but not one which the captain dared to refuse. For if there were ers during a storm, it meant that they were in trouble, and trouble meant heavier pouches.
The ragtag group of exhausted zealots had e aboard the ship, surrounded by all manner of burly looking sailors, each with various tattoos, but there was at least one which was the same, a pearl of bck with a scimitar pointed downwards behind it.
The captain eyed up the zealots, noting their dishevelled appearances. No doubt they wao leave immediately, but there was busio discuss.
“So, what are you pay-“ the captain began to say, only to be rudely cut off by a heavy pouch, which he caught with ease. He felt how heavy it was, and stared at the young man who had thrown it towards him. ‘This kid looks like shit.’
The young man was heavily injured, but the smile of his face wasn’t forced in the slightest. There was a saying about injured men with smiles on their faces. They were crazy.
“There’s a storm, so I hope it’s a pouch full of gold,” the captain said.
“A storm?” The young man looked up, watg as lightning fell in the distance. Lightning fshed again, causing the sailors to cover their eyes, and the captain looked away, lightning falling across the young man for only a moment.
The young man crackled with lightning, which ran across his body, before disappearing. His wounds had healed, and he looked right as rain, as the captain would say.
“If my family khat I was stopped by a storm, I’d get bullied,” the young man said. “Now, let’s get out of here before that hungry rat es and kills you all.”
The captai out a sigh. Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy. This young man robably one of those, the dark myths of the strangers which must be accepted at all costs. ‘So it’s like that. The mome, I became a target.’
The captain motioned with a hand, and the sailors darted to their positions, and within moments, they were beginning to set sail, with a sailor leaping on board after clearing the business with the port master.
The young man, who had carried the baby the entire way to the ship, looked out towards the nd ohey were a mile away, and iive safety. Lightning fell, illuminating the rge figure which had been on their heels.
“What are you going to do now, eh, little ol’ Champion? Gonna swim? Fly?” The young man ughed, before crossing his pinkies across one another in an obse gesture.
The Champion who had been so close, watched as they left on their ship. There was a fisherman’s boat not so far away, but even he didn’t dare to sail, even on a seaworthy vessel, not when it was st around that young man.
Thus Fate was forever ged.
[Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]
‘I should,’ Adam thought. ‘I shouldn’t be stingy si’s for Paul’s kid, and they’ve helped me out so much. 500.’
XP: 7775 -> 7275
LongswordRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on. Once per day, you use an a to state the and word and summon a dragon made of fire. Upon the formation of the dragon, you may choose to send the dragon ahead of you five metres long in the shape of a e, or twenty metres in a line. Creatures must succeed on a DC 13 Dexterity Save or take 3D6 fire damage, half on a success, causing the dragon to dissipate. This feature recharges at dawn.
[Would you like to he on?]
‘Polban’s Dragon.’
Polban’s DragonRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on. Once per day, you use an a to state the and word and summon a dragon made of fire. Upon the formation of the dragon, you may choose to send the dragon ahead of you five metres long in the shape of a e, or twenty metres in a line. Creatures must succeed on a DC 13 Dexterity Save or take 3D6 fire damage, half on a success, causing the dragon to dissipate. This feature recharges at dawn.
XP Gained: +400XP: 7275 -> 7675Great entme!XP Gained: +200XP: 7675 -> 7875
Adam retty chuffed he had finished such a great little on. It wasn’t the best on he had made, but it was no doubt something which Polban would like. He carried the bde to the Ban family, asking his Iyrman escort for dires, before appearing before the shared family of the Ban family, who lived with three others.
“It’s Unrivalled,” called a child, pointing at him.
Adam coughed quietly. “I’ve e to pay up the first on to Polban.”
The young Ban boy darted up towards him to accept the bde which had been given to Adam from the family, with six hundred gold’s worth of gems. “What does it do?”
“It holds a basius and summon a dragon,” Adam said.
Polban tilted his head the way Turot did whenever he doubted Adam. “It summon a dragon?”
“Well, it’s more like, you know…” Adam mumbled. “For a moment it summon a dragon to hurt people, but then it disappears.”
Polban nodded his head excitedly. “How may I do that?”
“You set the and word after meditating with it,” Adam said.
“Then I will meditate with it now,” the boy said, trying to leave with the sword.
The sword quickly left his grasp as Aizaban, his mother, pulled it away from him. “You may meditate with the sword when you are older, little Polban.”
Polban huffed out of his nose. “Mother.”
“Polban,” the woman replied.
“Yes, mother,” Polbaed, though his eyes were still glued to the longsword.
Aizaban wondered just how powerful the dragon would be. “Thank you for enting, Adam.”
“You don’t have to tha’s all a part of the deal,” Adam replied. “I’ll try and finish mad the maul soon, but I’m not sure when I’m leaving.”
“When do you pn to leave?”
“Early month or so? It’ll depend on when Jurot gets bad what other preparatioo be done before we go and adventure.”
“Will you be heading to Red Oak?”
“Probably,” Adam nodded. “I’m still not hated iow.”
“Are y to be hated?”
“I’m just a person whose easy to hate,” Adam replied, motioning to his ears. “Especially down south.”
Aizaban slowly bowed her head. “Then I wish you good fortunes, in case you leave before your debt is paid.”
“I alay my debts,” Adam said. “You call me Adam Lan…”
“Yes?”
“Nothing, you wouldn’t get the joke,” Adam replied, sighing, shaking his head slowly. “Alright, I should be off then.”
Adam was escorted back to the shared family estate of the Rot family, where he found Lady Elowen and her panions sitting nearby. Princess Mina stomped over to Lady Elowen, showihe block she ying with.
“Good evening,” Adam said, waving at the group. “It’s good to see you.” He hadn’t seen them since earlier in the month.
“You as well, Adam,” Elowen replied.
Adam shook their forearms. Last time they had seemed to be pletely healed from their inal appearance, but this time they seemed much healthier too. Redboulder’s beard had returned, a few ihick though it hadn’t been long when he had lost it. Somehow his face hadn’t scarred to the point he could no lrow a beard.
Adam lifted Princess Mina up. “Hello, little Mina,” Adam called.
“Ashashasha!” the girl replied.
“Did you miss me?” Adam asked, feeling a pair of small hands against his trs. He looked down to see Lanarot, who was staring up at the little Princess who was being hoisted up, beginning to groan as she wao py too.
Adam pced the Princess doicked up his sister. “Why are y, hmm? Are you jealous.” He kissed the girl’s forehead and brushed her hair. “Silly girl.”
“Sorry we’re te,” Vonda called, appearing with the rest of Adam’s group.
“It is fine,” Sonarot said, greeting the group and guiding them to sit nearby.
Adam she air, smelling pizza.
‘Weird.’
It was rare to see Elowen and the rest of White’s Grace. It seemed that his own group, Fate’s Golden, had also been ihen there was the matter of pizza, which was usually made on special occasions in the Iyr. His eyes fell to the food, which was an assortment of meats and cheese, which meant that Sonarot was the one who had cooked, though it was not the fourth week.
‘Something’s wrong,’ Adam thought, noting Sonarot smiling at him. ‘No. Could it be? Sonarot, have you betrayed me?’
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I'm rereading this chapter and even I have no idea what the ending is about.
