253. Tasks In Life

253. Tasks In Life

Omen: 10, 18

Lanarot shook as she cried, screaming as her mother picked her up, slowly rocking her.

“It’s not that bad,” Adam said, pulling away from the pan flute. “With my bonus it was higher than a twenty.”

Sonarot slowly furrowed her brows, wondering why he was trying to use Warriors and Wanderers terms with her. ‘It must be a, as you say, British thing.’ “She is sleepy. Nightval is a time of rest, and she requires more hours to sleep. She has been playing too much.” She tapped her daughter’s back, trying to calm her down.

“Go to sleep, little Lanababy,” Adam said, brushing her hair gently. “I’ll be back after enchanting and we can play then, okay?”

Lanarot sniffled, and sucked on her thumb as she was placed down. Her mother lay beside her, rubbing her stomach gently.

“I thought your playing was very good,” Jurot said.

“Thanks,” Adam replied. “I’ll spend some time learning it when I’m not busy.”

Mana: 18 -> 17

Enchanting Check

D20 + 7 = 16 (9)

Omen: 10, 18 -> 10

18 + 7 = 25

The man looked up towards the sky, the heat of the fire flickering against him. “I should have brought the dead rat here,” he said. “Then I’d be able to hunt more of you.” He stood up, patting the snow from his bottom. All the while, a Nightval Bear began to paw its way towards him. Lightning crashed, and thunder rumbled, as several other creatures darted from the shadows towards him.

Longsword

You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made with this weapon.

You gain a +3 bonus to damage rolls made with this weapon. You may pick between fire or poison for this damage.

[Would you like to name the weapon?]

‘No, I’m good.’

XP Gained: +300

XP: 6150 -> 6450

‘Not as much as I expected,’ Adam thought. ‘Is my XP being reduced slightly because I’ve enchanted too much? Ah, well, I didn’t use very expensive gems either. Shame. Could have gotten some additional damage.’

Adam stared at how much XP he had gathered so far. ‘Now that I think about it, wasn’t the improved critical hit chance something like three thousand?’

[Yes.]

XP: 6450 -> 3450

Adam smiled, staring down at the sword. “I should have named you something cool, now that I think about it, but it doesn’t matter.” He sheathed the blade and made his way to the warehouse, where he found the Elder.

“Elder Zijin,” Adam said, holding up the sword. “A basic bonus, as well as a choice between some additional damage.”

“Which damage.”

“Fire or poison,” Adam said.

Elder Zijin raised his brows to Adam, who winked. “Poison is not well liked.”

“Then stick with the fire.”

“Very well.”

Adam was attacked by two Dire Wolves once he had returned back to the estate. “Jay’a, Kit’a!” Adam fell onto the snow as the pair of them lapped up at his face. “How do you girls love me so much? I barely played with you and fed you.” ‘Is this what they mean by the first mover’s advantage?’

The Dire Wolves, who had grown so big, continued to hop around him, until Adam managed to flee from their love.

Spell: Tricks

Once he had cleaned up the saliva, he walked over to Jurot and the others, who had gathered together.

The older generation had grouped together, with the children near them. Jurot and the other young adults were also sitting by themselves, chatting away.

Lanarot was with Jurot, however, his mother having forced him to sit with her and feed her.

“Since you’re here, you should take some trinkets back for the kids.”

Dargon nodded, having not expected that Adam had brought more gifts for the children, but it did sound like him.

Omen: 10, 10

Adam let out a soft exhale. “Of course I tell him I’ll enchant only to roll a couple of tens.”

“Hoo!” Lanarot said, laying on his chest, looking up at him.

“Are you copying me?” Adam asked. “How can you bully me like this?” Adam pinched her cheeks and she giggled.

“Are you enchanting today?” Jurot asked.

“No,” Adam said. “I think I’ll take it easy. Play with Sky and the girls, and maybe practise with the pan flute.”

“It is good to rest, Adam.” Jurot nodded to him.

“Yeah, I know,” Adam replied. “The festivals in a week or so, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jurot said.

“I’ll probably enchant something during it if I roll well and don’t finish Dargon’s blade.”

“Mother will not be pleased.”

“She’ll forgive me,” Adam said. “I’ll show her my puppy dog eyes.”

Jurot stared at Adam, unsure of what he was talking about.

“You’ll see.”

Adam spent the day with Sky, riding him around the Iyr, with Jay’a and Kit’a at their heels.

‘I need to make sure Sky is loyal to me,’ Adam thought, rubbing the side of his neck. ‘I put the fear of Baktu into him, but loyalty is also nice.’

“What are you doing?” Jaygak asked.

“What?” Adam asked, holding a set of pan flutes to his lips. “I’m just practising my pan flutes.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Jaygak said.

“Then what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Lanarot.”

Adam turned his head, where he saw Lanarot. She was standing, but was half laying against Sky, gently moving along with Sky’s breaths. “She’s just cuddling Sky.”

“She should be cuddling my baby,” Jaygak said.

“Why would she be doing that?”

Jaygak huffed out, annoyed. “Obviously because she’s the best!”

Kitool and Jurot stared at the two of them. ‘This is my task in life,’ they thought.

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