Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

504. Enchanting II

Omen: 1, 2

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

During his early morning workout, Adam noted that the children were assisting Katool more than typical. During their play, they allowed her to go first during their games, and complimented her for her play.

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

After his morning bath, he returned to the shared family estate, where his sister was furiously devouring 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, covering 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, come 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 last month, wasn’t it? I was probably 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 explained, 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, before glancing aside shyly. He sat down nearby, a smile plastered 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 play Warriors and Wanderers with mother and father.”

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

“Okay,” the girl replied.

“What about the other children? We could play with everyone after breakfast, and then in the evening I can 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 working on making their magical weapons?’ Adam thought, offering the girl more fruit. ‘No, no. Gifting children magical weapons is a little silly, even for me.’

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

The days continued to pass as Adam enchanted, completing more fire swords. It was midway through the month when it happened.

Omen: 1, 20

‘Nice.’

Adam decided against enchanting a fire sword. 

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

“I am. I was planning on enchanting an axe for myself today. I was wondering 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 long network of tunnels. Eventually they came across tunnels with letters of the Iyr’s alphabet, and they stepped through each one to arrive at the vault. 

R. O. T.

The plain wall ahead was marred by forty slots. Sonarot placed her ten coins within the slots, in a very particular 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 large treasury. Tiny gems sparked to life, illuminating the treasures within. It was full of pouches, weapons, 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, reminiscing about the pair of Dragons he had assisted in slaying. 

‘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 blade 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, placing a hand over Adam’s. 

“Are you sure?”

Sonarot smiled. “It is a great weapon, 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 once to the side, feeling its weight. It was ever so slightly heavier than the average battleaxe. “I’ll be sure to slay something good with it, so you can fill the void its left within the vault.”

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

Once they returned, Adam grabbed a nightval bear core, and six amber gems. The core would the place of one of the gems he would need. He looked back to the other nightval bear core he still possessed, but decided against it. Two nightval bear cores seemed like overkill for what he wanted to 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 other gems, some of which were worth several hundred gold each. ‘I guess I’m still not poor, though.’

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

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

He swung the axe, feeling the gentle trickle of magic within it. Just two more days like this, as well as four more to solidify the magic into it, and the weapon would be complete. Greater magical weapons required at least a week for Adam to enchant, whereas Basic magical weapons required only three.

“Papa!” Lanarot pointed at 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, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“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 on the matter deeply.

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

“She wished to play 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 enchanting?”

“It was pretty 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 for gold, aren’t you?” Adam planted a firm kiss against Jirot’s cheek, causing her to cackle. “You see? Only two thousand gold, she said. How dare you claim to be my father with only that little!” Adam peppered his daughter’s face with kisses.

“Will you enchant tomorrow too?” Sonarot asked. 

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

“You do not need to work so hard.”

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

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

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

Sonarot sighed again.

Omen: 11, 17

Adam went to enchant the next day, plucking a Thread of Fate to assist him in enchanting, 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 embracing another young man. ‘How could you do this to me?’ 

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

How dare they steal Lanarot away from Adam!