289. The Ban

289. The Ban

Omen: 10, 19

“I should have expected you,” Adam said, looking up towards the pair of Iyrmen.

“Have you been well?” Aizaban asked, shaking Adam’s forearm.

“I have heard that you have had some fun recently,” Lanban said, shaking Adam’s forearm after his sister.

“Something like that,” Adam said, chuckling. “Are you here to claim your rewards?”

“In Twilight Month?” Aizaban asked. “We are not here to kill you, Adam.”

“Really?” Adam replied, joking. “You know what I mean. Do you want to design your weapons?”

“That’s right,” Aizaban said, her eyes falling to the Dwarf, who was currently admiring Adam’s greatest work to date.

‘He made this?’ Redboulder thought, staring at the axe. The axe itself was of decent enough make, only the finest of Dwarven Smiths would dare to scoff at such a weapon. It was certainly of Iyrman make, but the enchantment was something he hadn’t seen before.

‘He’s only a young lad, but he can make something like this?’ Redboulder had asked Adam several times for the truth, wondering where he had found the blade, or who his master was, but Adam had stated several times that the axe was his work. ‘No. He must have had someone else make it.’

“Have you two been well?” Adam asked, taking a seat, with the pair following him to the table.

“Yes,” Aizaban replied. “We returned not long ago. White’s Grace and we had barely missed one another, by only a few days.”

“Damn,” Adam said. “That’s quite... unfortunate.” Adam tried to think about when he last used Omen, but thinking about it, he gathered that perhaps he had something to do with their unfortunate luck. ‘No, that’s too coincidental, isn’t it?’

“Ah figured it out,” Redboulder said. “Yah did not make it, lad, did yah?”

“Master Redboulder, please,” Elowen said, causing the Dwarf to bow his head in shame.

“Lady Elowen, yah don’t understand. It’s...”

“From what we know of Adam, is this truly the most unbelievable thing?” Elowen asked.

Redboulder froze for a moment to think. “Aye, yer right. Sorry, lad.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adam said. “If you really don’t believe me, you should ask the Iyrmen. They’ll confirm it.”

Redboulder nodded, going off to ask the Iyrmen about the axe, about who made it and who had enchanted it.

“Anyway,” Adam said. “What are you looking for?”

“A mace,” Aizaban replied.

“A maul,” Lanban replied.

“Yeah, but, you know,” Adam said. “What kind of enchantment?”

“Which enchantments are you offering?” Aizaban asked.

“A basic enchantment, right? A small bonus, plus something else?” Adam replied, unsure of what he should make. He wasn’t going to make a simple +1 weapon, that would be ridiculous. They had helped him so much.

“You are willing to enchant a basic bonus and more?” Aizaban asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then come and speak to our children,” she said. “They will know what they want.”

“Alright,” Adam said.

“I will summon a Dragon from a blade,” Polban said. “I am an Iyrman!”

‘Damn, Paul,' Adam thought. ‘Your kid is cool as hell!’

“It cannot be done,” Raizaban said, patting her little brother’s head, as though trying to reassure his stupidity.

“I can’t promise a Dragon, but I will try my very best,” Adam said, scribbling furiously about the idea of a dragon appearing from a sword. ‘Should I make something like that for me too?’

“You will do it?” Polban asked.

“I will try my very best, young man,” Adam said. “Since you are Paul’s son, I will try my utmost best for you.”

“Yes,” Polban said. “I am father’s son.” His sour face lightened up to a smile for a moment.

Adam quickly left them, heading back to the shared family estate, placing his book away. He noted that Sonarot had brought the axe design, and he considered his Omen.

He made his way to the warehouse, and then to the forge to smith an axe, all the while thinking about how he could enchant a Dragon coming out of a sword.

Smithing Check (Strength)

D20 + 6 = 13 (7)

Omen: 10, 19 -> 10

19 + 6 = 25

He screamed in utter joy as lightning crashed down from the heavens. The hordes of beasts fell under the lightning, which continued to rain down against them.

“I knew I chose the right place!” Strom said, catching a feral Wyvern’s poisonous stinger with one hand, before punching the creature down towards the rest of the creatures which were being fried by his lightning.

Smithing Check (Constitution)

D20 + 5 = 24 (19)

He forged the axehead out of Iyrsteel, hoping that Sonarot would be able to assist in case there was an issue in the future with him using the steel. He wasn’t exhausted after the process, his arms only burning slightly. He admired the axehead, as it had come out near perfect. Even after checking it for minutes, he couldn’t spot the difference between the design of the blueprint and his axe head.

“Nice.”

He returned back to the estate, where he spotted Laygak. “Hey, Laygak,” Adam called, revealing the axehead to the young Iyrman. “I am planning on making a few axes throughout this month. Will you help me make some handles? I’ll pay you some gold for each handle.”

“How much?”

“How much do you want?” Adam asked.

“Two gold.”

Adam shook the Iyrman’s forearm. “Deal.”

“I will make it,” he said. “Which wood do you wish to use?”

“Something basic but decent,” Adam said. “I don’t know anything about wood, so I’ll trust that matter to you.”

“I will do my best,” Laygak said. “It may require a few days, and you may need to spend multiple gold for the wood.”

“Don’t worry about the money,” Adam said. “I’ll pay the gold required. Don’t pick an expensive wood, though, otherwise how can I afford to make your magical weapon?”

Laygak remained silent for a moment. “I will make the handles for free, Adam.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adam said, patting his shoulder. “Two gold a handle and I’ll pay for the wood. If you don’t make it good enough, I’ll expect you to remake it, alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll copy the design for you so you know what I’m looking for.”

Laygak felt slightly guilty for charging Adam gold when he promised the young Iyrman a magical weapon. ‘I will make the best handles.’

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