Omen: 2, 20

‘Enchanting it is,’ Adam thought, surprised that he had managed to roll another 20 so soon.

Upon finishing his bath and returning to the estate, Adam narrowed his eyes. Jirot was cackling joyfully while standing on Jaygak’s lap. The little Goblin was grabbing all over Jaygak’s face, including the horns which curled up at the top of the Devilkin’s head.

Adam’s eyes met Jaygak’s, and he clenched his fist. ‘Should I Level Up and beat her?’

“She must have missed me so much,” Jaygak said, nuzzling the girl’s nose, causing her to jerk her head back, before she grinned wide.

Adam remained frozen, unsure of what to do. Obviously, allowing Jaygak to play with his daughter to steal her away from him was bad, but could he take away Jirot’s joy? ‘Did she grow craftier during the month she was away? How scary…’

“You have such a toothy smile,” Jaygak said, picking the girl up, staring up at her. “You can stand on your own two feet, and even bounce along to music.” She blinked at the girl, noting how quickly she was growing.

“I don’t know why she’s growing up so quickly,” Adam admitted. “She should stay this small and cute forever.”

“She won’t grow much taller, and she will remain this cute for some time,” Jaygak stated, before blowing the girl’s stomach, as her father would.

“Jaygak?”

“Yes?”

“Are you starting a fight with me?”

Jaygak’s lips formed a wide, guilty smirk. “How am I starting a fight with you?”

Adam remained silent. For once, he realised that he had lost the round. “Nothing.”

Jaygak pulled Jirot in for a hug, rubbing her cheek against the girl’s forehead. “Your father is trying to bully me, Jirot. Won’t you save me?”

“You deserve to be bullied after how much pain you’ve caused Elder Zijin,” Adam retorted, before reaching up to tickle Jirot’s hair. “Are you still going to mess around when the Iyr is in such a dire situation?”

“Is the Iyr in a dire situation?” Jaygak tilted her head, allowing Jirot to grab her horns, feeling their hardness with her tiny hands. The girl squealed with joy, almost bouncing while she stood on Jaygak’s lap.

Adam rubbed his forehead. “Seriously, Jaygak…” ‘Why is she being so annoying? Did she miss teasing me? It’s only been a few weeks.’

Adam went to enchant, plucking a Thread of Fate, and thus Fate was forever changed. He still needed to enchant once more, and then he could passively enchant the rest of the item until a week passed.

He continued to enchant throughout the week, though took a break whenever he rolled poorly for both of his Omen rolls.

The light strumming of a lute filled the shared estate in the morning, and as the triplets greeted their father at the entrance on his return back from the bath, Adam’s eyes glanced around to find the source of the music. There he found two things he didn’t expect. The first was that Jaygak, the troublemaker, was playing a lute. The second was that his youngest son, Jarot, was busting a move, wiggling to the music.

‘Is she trying to steal them away from me?’ Adam thought, before lifting his triplets up, carrying them to their youngest siblings.

Jirot grabbed onto Jaygak’s shirt, squatting and standing as the Iyrman played her lute. She squealed noisily and continued to make all manner of noises while Jaygak played the lute. The Devilkin stopped playing the lute, and after a moment, the twins stopped their dancing. They blinked. They waited and waited. They whimpered and made to cry, and Jaygak could feel the pressure Adam was placing on her to continue playing.

“I didn’t know you could play the lute,” Adam said, furrowing his brows.

“Isn’t it because you don’t care that much about me?” Jaygak replied, smiling wide.

“Don’t I?” Adam replied, frowning. “I mean, sure, I don’t know that much about you, but you don’t know that much about me, do you?”

“I know enough about you,” she retorted.

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“You’re a troublemaker who slipped peppers into Jurot’s food when he was growing up, and even now continue to give a headache to your parents, and Elder Zijin. You know stuff about jewellery and gems, and you’ve got a queer love for horns.”

“My love for horns is not queer,” Jaygak snorted back, stopping her strumming for a moment, but she picked it back up at Jarot’s expectant gaze. “I know plenty about you too. You’re an idiot.”

Adam waited to hear more, but Jaygak left it at that. “Even if you’re right, that doesn’t mean you know a lot about me.”

“I don’t need to state the more obvious things.”

“It’s not obvious I’m an idiot?”

Jaygak narrowed her eyes. “I suppose it is.”

‘Wait, hold on…’ Adam frowned again. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me in front of my children. Konarot, can you believe this?”

Konarot glared at Jaygak, before she hugged her father, resting her head against his neck. Kirot and Karot also squinted their eyes suspiciously at Jaygak, before hugging their father’s arms.

“Jirot, Jarot, come to me,” Adam called. Jirot continued to squat, and Jarot continued to wiggle his body, the pair squealing in joy. ‘How can you betray me like this?’ Adam had already forgiven them before the thought had passed.

Adam spent one of his days relaxing with his children, doing nothing in particular. He wondered if he should play Warriors and Wanderers, but decided against it, instead reading to the children.

Katool rested her head against her sister’s arm. She had finished a long day of playing and learning, and the warmth of the fire lulled her towards slumber. Kitool reached up to place a hand against her head, causing the girl to jerk awake slightly.

“Sleep,” Kitool coaxed, allowing the young girl to rest her head once more, before the tiny girl closed her eyes.

Raygak yawned, though threw Jaygak a suspicious glance, seeing her hand creeping towards him. She eventually rubbed his head gently, before letting him go. Raygak’s cheeks were flushed slightly, enjoying his sister’s affection with a coy smile on his lips. Eventually he, too, fell asleep against his elder sister.

Jogak exchanged a look with Sonarot, who smiled innocently, before she carried the yawning Lanarot away, to clean her teeth and ready her for slumber. Jogak looked to his daughter and son, Jaygak and Raygak, and sighed. Something was wrong with Jaygak, but she didn’t inform him of what was bothering her. He could only guess what the issue was, but considering how well she succeeded last month, and how she had returned to him alive and well, he could only guess the issue was in relation to Adam.

Citool, the mother of both Kitool and Katool, watched as Adam left, taking his five children with him. He carried both the twins in his arms, while his triplets followed after him, their tails dragging along the ground as they stumbled their way sleepily after their father.

Omen: 19, 20

‘Damn,’ Adam thought, blinking at the Omen. It was one of the best Omens he could possibly ask for. If it was a fight, he could even use the 19 for a Critical Hit, just like when he rolled a 20.

Sonarot smiled, noting his smile on that day. She wondered if she could ask for him to face Morkarai once more, to see the fight before her eyes, but she decided against it. There was no need to stress him out about enchanting, especially since, in her estimation, Adam was nearing the completion of his magical axe, which would be among the greatest he would have created.

Adam continued to enchant the weapon as the week passed by, completing the weapon by the end of the month. When he returned back to the estate, the others waited expectantly. He handed the weapon to Sonarot first, allowing her to swing the axe around. She could feel its magics flowing through her finger tips, feeling a coolness from the axe which it didn’t possess previously. She could certainly feel it was at the same level as Phantom, though she wasn’t sure if it held the same enchantments.

“What does it do?” Jurot asked.

Adam smiled. “What does it do, I wonder?” He tilted his head, before allowing the others to play with it. The children also touched it, with Taygak overseeing them, before eventually it returned back to Adam.

The triplets sniffed at the weapon, before Konarot placed it in her lap. It was cool to the touch, and for the Silver Dragon blood which flowed through her veins, it was nice to touch. She looked up at her father expectantly, holding the axe up to him.

“What is it?” Adam asked, taking the axe from her, feeling how cold the axe had become. He stared down at it, confused. It wasn’t this cold previously. He reached down to touch Kanarot’s hand, feeling how cold it had become. “Konarot?”

The girl’s ears twitched as she smiled up at her father, before resting her head against his arm. She purred adoringly.

“Are you okay?”

Konarot purred again, nuzzling her head against her father’s arm.

“How can you be okay, when you’re this cute?” Adam asked, lifting his eldest daughter up, feeling how cold she was. She was usually a little cold, but she was slightly colder than typical. He kissed her forehead, brushing her hair back.

The tiny girl stared up at her father, smiling shyly up towards him. She reached up to poke his cheek, before she pulled her hand back quickly, rolling up against his chest.

“Aunt,” Adam called, “Konarot’s a little cold.”

Sonarot placed a hand against her forehead. “I will care for her to see if it becomes worse.”

“Thank you.” Adam pinched Konarot’s cheek. “You can’t get sick. Just because your little sister got sick, doesn’t mean you can worry me, you silly girl.”

Konarot pouted, cuddling up against her father once more, sucking against her thumb.

Adam stroked her hair tenderly. “It could be because I used a nightval bear core. She might have reacted to it?”

“It may be the case,” Sonarot replied. “Should I call for a Shaman?”

“If she gets worse,” Adam replied, noting that Kirot and Karot didn’t seem to be too bothered. “I guess I’ll take a break tomorrow.”

Adam spent the next day, the last day of dawnval, with his children. Konarot was only as cold as she usually was, allowing him to sigh with relief. He watched as Jurot trained the children, assisting them with their physical education, as well as how to use various weapons. Jaygak was assisting him, but he noted that Kitool was nowhere to be seen.

The young Iyrman eventually returned, glancing towards Adam, bowing her head, before she assisting Jurot and the others.

“I suppose I might as well let them play Warriors and Wanderers too,” Adam said, preparing his notes for the game.