Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

150. Elder Business

Omen: 13, 18

‘Well, it seems I won’t be able to create a perfect weapon,’ Adam thought.

There was no point in delaying the enchantment just for a perfect enchantment. It would be one of the best weapons he would have created to date, and if he gave up some experience for it, it would probably be the best he had made to date.

He looked down at the girl beside him, who was snoozing lightly, her small, warm hand, grabbing his tightly.

Adam looked back up at the ceiling.

Here he was, laying down in a fortress which held secrets he wasn’t privy to, surrounded by tens of thousands of powerful warriors, a short while away from enchanting a sword made of magical gem for a Dragon, with an adorable little sister holding his finger tight.

‘Man. This is wild.’

Eventually he was allowed to get up as Sonarot allowed the boy to slip free from his sister.

Adam made his way to the enchanting shrine where he spent the day working on the enchantment of the shortsword, which he left up to Fate.

Mana: 10 -> 8
Enchanting
D20 + 7 = 13 (6)
Omen: 13, 18 -> 13
18 + 7 = 25

Snow continued to drop across the land. Three Giants trekked through the snow, but as they made their way to the small Drakken village, the snow around them shifted, awakening a beast which had long slumbered.

‘Damn, I was kinda hoping for another 20…’ He wondered if he should have left it for another day, using the 18 for another sword? ‘That would have taken too long.’

[Would you like to spend XP to empower the weapon?]

‘Oh, Bell. I forgot about you.’

[…]

‘Sure, I’ll spend 500.’

Shortsword
Requires Attunement
You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.
Deals 1D6 slashing + 1D6 fire damage.
You critically hit on a 19 and 20.
Can morph between a ring and weapon at your command.

[Would you like to name the weapon?]

Adam was about to let slip how amazing the weapon was, but remembered that Bell had trolled him not long ago.

‘Deep Flame Blade.’

Deep Flame Blade
Requires Attunement
You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.
Deals 1D6 slashing + 1D6 fire damage.
You critically hit on a 19 and 20.
Can morph between a ring and weapon at your command.

XP: 5270 -> 5870
Great Enchantment Learnt!
XP: 5870 -> 6070

“So it can critical easier?” Adam stared at the blade, realising just how powerful that was. “I guess I know what kind of blade I want.”

If he could increase his chance of critically hitting by double, it meant he could dump more of his Divine Smite each combat happily.

Even if he had no other magical abilities, just this sword and the ability to Divine Smite would give him the ability to challenge most creatures.

‘If I could mass produce this kind of weapon…’ Adam shook the thought from his mind. ‘Perhaps another time.’

Adam carried Deep Flame Blade back to the Iyr, where he revealed it to Sonarot.

“What does it do?” she asked, admiring the blade as she held it in her open palms.

Lanarot reached for it, but Sonarot quickly pulled it up, causing Lanarot to cough and groan, beginning to screech for it. Sonarot let the girl grab the handle, which was still too big for those tiny hands.

It tingled her hands, causing her to pull back and stare at the sword.

Adam smiled. “It can be set alight, hits twice as hard as expected, can strike truer twice as much as expected, and it can turn into a ring.”

“So you will be giving a ring to Queen Silvari?” Sonarot asked, staring up at him with her expectant eyes.

Adam’s cheeks turned red. “You’re a dangerous woman, Aunt.”

Sonarot smiled innocently towards the Half Elf.

Lanarot pulled the handle of the blade in to suck on it, feeling the tingling on her tongue and lips.

Adam waited for the others to return from their work. The three Guests were eventually given various duties to assist the Iyr, nothing which was too difficult, or too revealing, just assisting people in cutting down trees and carrying items around.

Adam played with Lanarot until they had returned, with her grabbing at his nose and slapping his face gently, before he stopped her and blew raspberries against her neck.

As the moments passed, he became a little restless. He hadn’t spent much time with them earlier in the day, and he wondered if Brittany and the others were having a fine time acclimating to the Iyr and it’s peculiarities.

Jurot eventually returned from his work, seeing the blade. He had been waiting the entire time to play with the sword.

“It is done?”

“Yes,” Adam said. “Try it out.”

He grabbed it, feeling the great power coming from it, before going off to meditate. After an hour, with the other Iyrmen waiting for Jurot to finish his meditations as they ate the spicy food.

Jurot eventually began slashing and piercing through the air, and a target made of scrap. It burst into flame, and Jurot could sense how easy it was to slash deeper into it.

“It possesses a great number of enchantments,” Jurot said. He had counted three, but then he focused on the sword, turning it into a ring. “Four.”

Adam smiled wide. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Adam, it is you who are amazing.”

“I need to be this amazing to be a member of the Rot family, right?” Adam joked.

The other adults felt as though he was starting a fight with them. Even Jogak, who had been so suspicious of him, couldn’t help but feel he had missed out.

Jaygak caught her father’s eyes. ‘No,’ she replied. ‘He has no horns.’

‘Can’t he just enchant himself some horns?’ Jogak replied with his eyes.

Jaygak rolled her eyes, but they stopped midway through. ‘Enchanting himself some horns?’ She fell deep into thought about the matter.

Kitool could feel the aura of stupidity coming from her friend, but allowed it to permeate.

“Can I hold it?” Brittany asked, staring at the Half Elf. She was wondering if she should regret asking Adam to help her since he was so amazing.

“Sure,” Adam replied. “You can meditate with it and practise with it until Entalia comes back.”

Brittany hadn’t been told about who Entalia truly was, though Jonn and Dunes knew. There was no need to tell a village girl about too many secrets, and though Jonn and Dunes weren’t exactly trustworthy, Adam felt the need to tell them. He figured it was a good idea for some reason, but couldn’t quite say why it was a good idea.

“If she complains about the sword, I’ll beat her up,” Adam declared.

Jonn and Dunes almost choked on their food.

Sonarot fed Lanarot her own mushy food with the spoon Jurot had made, which had been finished with some kind of coating to make it darker, and easier to clean.

Jurot couldn’t help but look at Lanarot as she was fed using the spoon he made. She looked up and caught his eyes, before waving her arms around as she smiled at him. His heart continued to thunder in his chest.

“She has quite a few toys, but what about a rattle?” Adam said, staring at the girl. “The drums hurt her hands.”

“A rattle?”

“You know,” Adam said, raising his hands to try and shape it. “Stick with a thing at the top with stuff inside. When you shake it, it makes noise.”

Jurot nodded his head. “A chatter.”

“Exactly,” Adam said.

“It may be too noisy,” Jurot said.

“That’s okay, she should play with things which make music, even if it’s a little noisy.”

Jurot nodded.

“She should also play with something she can crawl after,” Adam thought. “It would be nice for her to practise crawling whilst playing.”

“A ball?” Jurot said.

“A ball, but also a wheel she could crawl after?” Adam thought. “A wheel which has a skin over one side so it could be used like a drum? Ah! What about a tambourine?”

“A tamboreen?”

“A tambourine,” Adam said, nodding his head. “It’s sort of like the wheel I described but also has bells inside so you can shake it to jingle and drum along it for it to jingle and boom.”

Jurot wasn’t sure what it was, not if he could make it.

“I would like to see it, this tambourine you mentioned,” Sonarot said.

“I shall make it,” Jurot said.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything,” Elder Zijin said, waving a hand as he entered the estate.

“No, Elder Zijin,” Jogak replied, nodding towards the Elder. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“You know how I am with spicy food,” Zijin said, rubbing his stomach. “I’m not as young as I once was.”

“You look pretty young to me,” Adam said.

“I’m an Elder now, Adam,” Zijin said. “In title and in heart.”

“I don’t recall doing anything improper in the Iyr recently,” Adam joked, rubbing his chin.

“Whether you remember or not is irrelevant.”

Adam stared at him. “Am I in trouble?”

“I am here to call for your Aunt this day,” Zijin said, not replying directly.

“My Aunt?”

“Elder business,” Zijin said.

‘I have a bad feeling about this.’

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