498. Nobby I

498. Nobby I

The last week of the Twilight Month continued to pass. Adam decided against smithing since the Iyrmen had told him to relax. He assumed that the Great Elders wouldn’t bother him.

“Yo!” Adam called out, wearing his triplets against his torso.

“Adam,” Filliam called in response. For once the tinkerer wasn’t working, instead enjoying the time with the Iyrmen and Adam’s other companions, who had gathered together to relax near the stream.

“How are you all today?” Adam asked, allowing his children to drop down. “Konarot, Kirot, Karot, you need to wave hello to my companions.”

The triplets looked up at the group, which consisted of all of Adam’s companions who were staying within the Iyr. They waved at the group before clutching at their father’s trousers.

Adam sat with his companions, allowing his children to climb up onto him. “You silly little babbies, I need some space too.”

Konarot’s lips formed a pout and Kirot and Karot both buried their heads into his neck.

“Okay, just this once,” Adam relented, giving in to his children far too easily.

“How many stories do you have already, Adam?” Filliam asked. “I spent some time with the Rot family and I’ve heard at least four different tales.”

“Yeah? I guess two per year isn’t so bad.”

“What about your tales from before the Iyr?”

“They’re unbelievable,” Adam said, waving his hand in the air to dismiss the topic.

“More unbelievable than killing two Dragons, beating a Prince of the Fire Giants, and becoming an Expert in just a year?”

“If you think that’s unbelievable, then yes,” Adam replied, smirking slightly. “I’ve spoken the tale to my Aunt, the Chief, and Elder Story, and they’re the only one’s who need to...” Adam furrowed his brows. “Oh, right. Lucy and Jurot know too.”

“Lucy’s tale is unbelievable too,” Filliam said. He leaned in to the Half Elf to whisper. “She’s really the Demon Lord?”

“There are things you should know and thing you shouldn’t know, Filliam,” Adam said, carefully.

“Lucy is our companion,” Vonda interjected.

“She may be a Demon or whatever, but she’s a good one,” Fred said.

Adam narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yeah, just like how Fred’s an Aldishman, but he’s one of the good ones.”

Fred furrowed his brows. “Aldishmen are good.”

Adam smiled. “How are you guys enjoying the Iyr?”

“About the same as before,” Fred said, nervously.

“The Iyr is a wonderful place, and it is our fortune to remain within it,” Vonda said.

“I’ve been getting the itch to fight something other than Iyrmen recently, but it’s good,” Dunes stated.

“It’s alright,” Brittany added.

“Good,” Nobby said.

Adam looked to Jonn, who didn’t seem to want to respond.

“Good,” Jonn said, simply.

“That’s good, that’s good. If they don’t treat you well, then you can speak with Aunt Sonarot, she’ll sort them out.”

Adam continued to show off his children to his companions, before he went to assist with dinner. Lanarot tugged his trousers and pointed up to the sky. “Up.”

“We can’t do it this month, Lanababy,” Adam replied.

Lanarot frowned. “Up!” The girl demanded.

“No, not this month,” Adam said, rubbing her head.

“No!”

“That’s right, no.”

“No!” She pointed up at Adam. “Up!”

“Just because you’re cute, it doesn’t mean you can boss me around,” Adam said, picking her up, before lifting her about as though she were flying. His little sister clapped her hands eagerly and squealed.

“Mister boss,” Nobby called.

“Yes?”

“Can we spar, please?” Nobby asked.

Sonarot’s ears twitched at the words, but she paid them no mind.

“Hmm?” Adam looked to his children and then to Lanarot. ‘Fight? I’m pretty sure without my magic and with his rage, I’ll have a fairly tough time.’ However, it had been a while since he had flexed his muscles. “Sure.”

Sonarot’s ears twitched again, and she threw them a look. ‘Adam and Nobby are to fight?’

“Thank you, mister boss.”

Adam went to slip on his breastplate, and grabbed his magical shield, which would make up for the shortfall of the rest of his plate mail which he decided against wearing. He grabbed his mundane axe too, and stood opposite Nobby to one side.

The Iyrmen, his companions, and the children, kept an eye on them, eager to watch them fight. Lanarot had all but forgotten about her want to fly as she smiled and giggled, eager to watch the fight.

Battle Order

D20 + 1 = 12 (11)

Attack - Axe

D20 + 6 = 24 (18)

Hit!

1D6 + 1D3 + 4 = 7 (2)(1)

7 damage!

Attack - Axe

D20 + 6 = 20 (14)

Hit!

1D6 + 1D3 + 4 = 13 (6)(3)

13 damage!

‘I probably shouldn’t go all out right away,’ Adam thought, before leaping forward. Nobby held up his shield, and as the pair fought, Nobby could feel the great strength which Adam possessed. His axe struck greater than Jurot’s did without his rage.

‘That should be good,’ Adam thought, noting how Nobby was already sweating slightly under Adam’s assault.

Nobby inhaled deeply before his entire face grew hot and red with rage. His axe cut through the air, though Adam managed to deflect it off his shield.

Health: 65 -> 56

‘Damn,’ Adam thought, feeling the force behind the blow. He was no doubt strong, and probably shouldn’t be underestimated.

Nobby’s wild axe cut through the air, and as Adam brought up his shield, the axe struck his shield with such might that his entire arm shook, and he slid back away from the raging porter.

Health: 56 -> 37

‘What the hell?’

What has the Iyr done to our boy Nobby?