434. Babies III

434. Babies III

Omen: 14, 18

Mana: 18 -> 15

Enchanting Check

D20 + 7 = 15 (8)

Omen: 14, 18 -> 14

18 + 7 = 25

Adam plucked a Thread of Fate to assist in his enchanting. He had decided to try and enchant a Greater Enhanced weapon for the Iyr, waiting until he had a perfect Omen to create his own weapon.

“Adam, Entalia has come,” Elder Zijin informed once Adam had returned to the estate.

“Oh?” Adam said, surprised. He hadn’t expected to hear that Entalia had come to the Iyr, but assumed she was here to cause him some trouble.

“I will escort you to meet with her,” Zijin said, motioning with an arm to lead the Half Elf away.

Adam followed the Elder, who guided him through one of the many tunnels of the Iyr, before he came across a peculiar sight. A heavily injured Entalia sitting down, arms crossed, surrounded by several older Iyrmen, including the Chief and Shaool, and one who was in his forties at the oldest.

“Entalia, did you cause trou-,” Adam began, before he was interrupted by Entalia.

“Adam!” Entalia shouted, her face full of fury. “The Iyr has kidnapped your children!”

The Iyrmen tensed up for a moment, almost letting down their guard to think about what she had said, hands on their weapons, before they relaxed once more.

Adam raised his brows to the Chief. “Weren’t you dealing with them? What’s all this about a kidnapping?”

“You know about the children?” Entalia asked, confused.

“Of course I do,” Adam said. “I was the one who wanted to adopt them.”

The Chief looked between the two, suddenly understanding what had happened. ‘Of course.’

Entalia stared at Adam, her eyes narrowed, but she smiled. “So you recognise them as yours? I’ll have to hear the story, because I’m fairly certain I didn’t give birth to them.”

“Well, yeah,” Adam said. “I saw when they were born, and stopped them from being killed.”

Entalia stared at Adam, before looking up to the Chief, who held an equally confused look within his eyes, but for a very different reason.

“What’s with all these damn looks?” Adam asked.

The Goblins were brought to the group, the tiny little forms staring up at all the figures, shocked by how many people were around them. Entalia stared at the small babies, who were squirming within their tiny blanket.

“Look at my little cuties,” Adam said, tickling their cheeks.

The Iyrmen remained silent and still, wondering if what they were seeing was true. They remained silent, however, only here to deal with Entalia if she tried to fight them again.

Entalia watched as Adam tickled the Goblin’s cheeks. She blinked. “What is going on here?”

“They’re my little babies,” Adam said, awkwardly, trying not to smirk. “Aren’t they cute?”

Entalia’s mouth opened to respond, but she closed it. She looked to the Chief, wondering what was going on, before she turned back to Adam. “Adam?”

“Yes?”

“You have Goblin children?”

“Yeah. We found them not long ago. I saved them from being killed, and then the Iyr looked after them for a bit, and now I’ve adopted them.”

Entalia blinked again. “I think you hit me too hard, Chief.”

“What?” Adam looked to the Chief, before his eyes fell to Entalia. “What did you do?”

“They...” Entalia shook her head. “What about our children?”

“You want me to take them back to Drakkenlen and say what? Here are my illegitimate trouble, so go ahead and manipulate them my dear advisors?” Entalia raised her brow.

“I mean... I prefer they stay here so I can raise them,” Adam admitted. He didn’t want to give up the children, but understood if he had to.

“So they can be used as hostages in the Iyr?”

Adam threw a look to the Chief, almost smirking at him.

“I didn’t give birth to them, so I don’t really mind viewing them as though they are not my children. If you want to raise them, go ahead. I’ll give you some wealth so that you can start their hoards young.”

“Hoards?” Adam asked.

“You must treat them like...” Entalia stared at them. ‘Why are they in Dragon form? Should they not have been...’ “Treat them like any other children, save they stay awake and sleep for much longer typically. They also need hoards otherwise they will get sick.”

“How much of a hoard?”

“They can share a hoard for now, as long as it’s a few hundred gold at least, and increases by such a rate yearly, but once they are around twenty they will need a few thousand gold each, though ten thousand would be best.”

“How old are they?” Adam asked.

“Since their hatching?” Entalia stared down at the children. “They probably hatched around the twelfth month last year?”

“I can deal with that,” Adam said, chuckling nervously. “Though, they are in Dragon shape.”

Entalia furrowed her brows. “I could try and change their shape, though I am uncertain if I can.”

“A hybrid form should be doable,” Strom said, staring down at the children, his eyes twinkling. ‘First the girl, and now these three? What fun the future holds!’

“I’d appreciate it if you could...” Adam felt a little guilty, but he wasn’t sure if he could look after them properly if they were Dragons. Goblins he could manage, they were probably Humanish in how they worked, but Dragons?

“If I feed them some of my blood and magic, it should work?”

“You... you’re going to give up your rights as their mother?” Adam asked.

“I have to, otherwise the Iyr, or other enemies I may have, will use them against me. Just so you know, if the Iyr threatens them, I will not come to help.”

“You think the Iyr will threaten them?” Adam began to chuckle. “They’ll never threaten these cuties.”

Entalia furrowed her brows. “How can you be so sure?”

Adam began to shake, trying to calm himself of his laughter. “The Iyr? Threaten my kids? With who? Baktu and Wahtu?” Adam laughed so heartily that tears from from his eyes. “Wait, wait.” He coughed, trying to stop himself from laughing. “Oh Baktu, damn, that’s funny. If those two try it, I’ll just revive their dad and have him sort them out.”

Adam’s words had even made Iromin raise his brows, but he let the matter go. He wasn’t entirely sure if Adam was serious, but that didn’t matter.

“Wait... they’re my children, and I’m a Nephew of the Rot family? Doesn’t that mean they have some protection? So you don’t have to worry about it.” Adam smiled.

However, the trio before him could see the crack in his smile. His tears may have been from his laughter, but it was the anxiety which had bubbled to the surface which had caused them to continue.

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