298. Remembering That Thing

298. Remembering That Thing

Omen: 5, 14

Adam spent the next day assisting Shikan in the Iyr, going off to chop down twilight trees. He followed the Iyrmen to a secretive area within the Iyr, and he wasn’t sure if he was heading towards the stormwood or somewhere else entirely.

Twilight wood was nothing like stormwood, which had required him to cut it with a sawing motion using a specific axe. Twilight wood was much larger, easily twice as thick as he was tall. It was dark on the outside, and darker on the inside, requiring him to cut into the wood where others had cut into the previous days.

“It requires almost the entire month to cut down a tree," Shikan said. “We only cut the trees which are older than fifty years old.”

Adam spotted a large number of twilight wood around him, sprinkled between other types of wood. There were easily hundreds of twilight wood trees around him, and thousands of other trees. Only three trees were being cut down that month, all of which were twilight wood.

Constitution Save

D20 + 5 = 10 (5)

Exhaustion: 0 -> 1

Sonarot threw Shikan a glare, as Adam would normally return quite exhausted whenever he left with the Iyrman.

Fortunately, Adam was also quite eager to work, so it did not matter that he was exhausted.

Omen: 3, 19

Smithing Check (Strength)

D20 + 6 = 16 (10)

Omen: 3, 19 -> 3

19 + 6 = 25Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com plucked a thread of Fate, which had caused great misfortune for the young urchin boy, who had barely survived his first nightval on the street.

Smithing Check (Constitution)

D20 + 5 = 15 (10)

‘I need to make more,’ Adam thought. ‘Once I have a few swords that I enchant, I should be able to do so much more.’

Omen: 12, 18

“Are you going to smith again?” Sonarot asked early in the morning.

“Yeah,” Adam said, stretching his body. “I’ve got pretty good luck today.”

“Make sure you eat well in the morning,” Sonarot said, seeing the difference from his diet already.

“I’ll eat well in the evening. I don’t want to upset my stomach. Just thinking about hard work makes me feel sick.” Adam chuckled.

Smithing Check (Strength)

D20 + 6 = 23 (17)

Smithing Check (Constitution)

D20 + 5 = 10 (5)

Though he could have plucked a thread of Fate, Adam decided against it. ‘No point in using my Omen when it’s only for one point. It might be dangerous to use it willy nilly like that.’

“You will waste away,” Sonarot said, placing down a large bowl of soup for him.

“I won’t,” Adam assured her, sipping the soup, before dipping some bread into it. He was fairly certain that Sonarot wouldn’t be having any nonsense that day, so he made sure to eat properly. ‘Since I’m spending so much time smithing, it should be okay.’

Omen: 12, 20

“Are you feeling lucky today?” Sonarot asked.

“No,” Adam said, smiling.

Sonarot smiled too.

“Elder Zijin is.”

Sonarot furrowed her brows, confused.

“Yo,” Adam called, approaching the Elder after breakfast.

Adam spent the day with the children, playing their games, reading their stories, and playing Warriors and Wanderers. Lanarot played beside Adam quietly, but would sometimes crawl over to climb onto him. Adam cuddled her to his chest in one arm, while playing Warriors and Wanderers with the other, all the while the girl rested against his shoulder as she sucked her thumb.

There was a moment when Adam frozen, feeling a chill run up his spine. It was during that moment of blissfulness that Adam remembered.

“Cousin Adam?” Turot called, noting how Adam had zoned out.

“Ah, sorry,” Adam said, before rolling to see whether or not Turot’s character would die. “Turot, you easily manage to deflect his blow with your shield.”

Turot smiled. “Yes,” the boy said.

Once it was evening, and the children were back with their parents, Turot stayed with Sonarot and Adam, as he had for some time. Sonarot was knitting beside the young boy, who was reading a book.

Adam held Lanarot in his arms, letting her cuddle up to her. He stared out the window, towards the courtyard, but looking past it.

‘Right,’ Adam thought. There were a great many threats to his idyllic life in the Iyr. The fact he was weird. The fact he was a Half Elf. The fact that he had been killed several times before, and there was a missing God who was unaccounted for.

‘No,’ Adam thought. ‘There are two Gods. Bandlor and Belle.’

There was also something else unaccounted for. Adam closed his eyes, recalling the dream, the illusion he had experienced from that Eldritch being in his previous life. It had been quite the mess of a dream.

‘No,’ Adam thought. ‘It wasn’t a dream.’ Even now, he had not dreamt since he had died the first time. ‘Right. That was when I first saw Entalia as a Dragon.’

“Are you okay?” Sonarot asked, seeing that Adam had been frozen at the window for some time, letting in the cold air.

Adam lifted up the wooden block, pushing it into the window slow, which was slightly tilted downward, and was carved in a way so that the block would rest into the hole one it was placed.

“No,” Adam said.

“What is the matter?” Sonarot asked.

Lanarot reached up and grabbed Adam’s beard to grab his attention, yawning as she did.

“Yes?” Adam asked.

Lanarot babbled quietly, before pointing down to her blanket, groaning as she wanted to sleep.

“Okay, okay,” Adam said, placing her down, dropping down beside her. “Go to sleep, little Lanababy.”

Lanarot replied with some accusatory noises, grabbing his hand, before yawning once more.

“Come, Turot, it is time for sleep,” Sonarot said.

Turot finished the sentence, before putting the book away.

“Aunt,” Adam said.

“Yes?”

“We need to be careful.”

“Yes?”

“In case that thing comes back.”

Sonarot bowed her head slowly, recalling the story he had told. “This world is far more dangerous than the world you had come from.”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “Hopefully that’ll scare it away, but...” Adam wasn’t sure. ‘I should create an army to deal with it. No, wait. Who has a greater army than the Iyr?’

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