“Whoa,” Adam whispered, staring at the rge shrine ahead of him. The shrine was tucked some ways away from the town, through a winding tunnel in its own intimate er.
The shrine was made of sturdy standing stones, encirg a rge patterned floor. The entire area, not just the stones, ere engraved with a symbols Adam couldn’t prehend. The sun shone from above, providing them with light and warmth, and its power.
“To use the shrine you must pce the gems oone,” Zijin said, patting a stone, “and must remain withih the on toug the altar at all times.”
“Right,” Adam replied, nodding his head. “Seems simple enough.”
“Someone will che you every short while to make sure you haven’t killed yourself,” said the orcish Iyrman.
“How lovely.” Adam stepped up towards the shrine, rubbing his hand all along the stohough it looked rough, it was smooth to the touch, like a pebble. “How old is this?”
“As old as the Iyr,” Zijin replied, simply.
“How many shrines are there?” Adam asked. There was no ce like this only had one shrine, not when there were so many Iyrmen with tons of magical ons.
Zijin smiled a toothy smile, but did not ahe half elf’s question.
‘Right, what a stupid question.’ Adam just nodded his head in uanding. “I’ll be sure to leave it as I found it.”
“Many thanks, son of Fate.”
“I guess I should get to enting then.” Adam stretched his neck, readying himself for a long day of enting.
“I will bring a stool.”
“A stool?”
Zijin smiled. “It would be best.”
Adam raised his brow towards the orc, who left. He pced the gems down oones, each worth at least fifty gold pieces, one on each of the six standing stones, and a seventh on the floht at the tre. Zijiurned, pg dowool, before leaving Adam be.
Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 14 (8)Omen: 7, 12 -> 712 + 4 + 2 = 18
Adam sat oool aly rested the axe head on the gem. He inhaled deeply, before elling his Mana into the axe. As the su down from above, he could feel the heat fill him, before the runes around him glowed gently.
The gems began to crackle with might as the glowing runes pulsed like a heartbeat, light rippling through the ruowards the axe. The rhythmic pulsing tinued, filling the axe with great power. He clutched the on tight within his hand, feeling the strength within it.
‘Whoa.’ The magical power surged through him and the axe.
He remained oool for hours, trating on the axe, though it felt like only moment passed before the gems cracked, turo dust, and followed the light of the runes, before engraving itself on the axe. The gem dust settled on the dark steel of the axe, almost invisible.
“Whoa.” It was the only word he could think of as he stared down at the axe. “Wait, did I just spend three hundred and fifty gold and not make an ented on? What happened?”
A moment of silence passed.
“Hey, Bell?”
[Yes?]
“Did I just waste the three hundred plus gold?”
[No. You must trate for a few more days and expend more Mana for the gem dust to settle deeper within the on.]
“Oh,” Adam said.
He stepped out, almost walking into an Iyrman. She was tall, wearing the heavy furs of the Iyr.
She gru him and nodded. “Did you ent well?”
“I think so,” Adam replied. ‘Ah, she must have been cheg oo make sure I didn’t die.’
“Many fortunes, elf.”
“Half,” Adam replied, “but you too.”
The Iyrman nodded, esc Adam away from the shrine and towards the town, back to the Rot family.
“You been here for long?” Adam asked, casually.
The Iyrmen threw him a fused gnce. “What?”
“I mean, you know, in the Iyr.”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“My entire life.”
“Have you ever left the Iyr?”
“Yes.”
“To adventure?”
“Yes.”
“What rank did you bee?”
“Steel.”
“Oh, gratutions.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Adam, son of Fate.”
“Shazel, daughter of Hazel.”
“Oh, I knew a Hazel,” Adam said. “She was nice.”
The Iyrman nodded her head.
‘That was so awkward,’ Adam thought. ‘I’m never going to make small talk with an Iyrman again.’
They walked ba silence for the rest of the journey.
Adam walked up to the Rot family door, knog on it. He kwice heavily and once lightly.
“You’ve returned,” Sonarot said, looking through the window. She disappeared and opehe door, inviting Adam inside. “How did you do?”
“Well.” Adam turo thank Shazel, but she had disappeared. ‘She must not like me.’
“May I see it?” Sonarot asked, sitting down on her chair. She had been knitting a b, oh the symbol of her family at the edge.
Adam hahe axe over to Sonarot, carefully, not wanting to drop it on the heavily pregnant woman.
She held it ihick fiightly, admiring the look of the axe once again, before taking in the sight of the faint magical ruhey, like the purple of the puthral, could only clearly be seehe light reflected off the axe head.
“Let’s hope I don’t ruin it,” Adam said, only to realise he probably ji. ‘Whoops.’
Sonarot smiled, noting the look in his eyes. “I’m sure you will do well.”
When evening came, Sonarot pulled out a rge b for him. “You may sleep in our home.”
The room was rge enough to have ten people sleep side by side iive fort.
“Oh, uh, right. Thank you.” Adam had pletely fotten that he didn’t sleep the night before. Sihey had invited him, he had no reason to refuse. He found his own little spot opposite the pair, with Jurot sleeping on the ground near his mother, making sure he was iween the pair of them.
Omen: 11, 18
Adam awoke the day, full of fidence. Even if he rolled so poorly that he’d cut himself, he could repce the roll with his Omen.
‘Omen is going to carry me through life.’ He smiled, gd that he picked a feature which would structure his days.
Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 17 (11)Omen: 11, 18 -> 1118 + 4 + 2 = 24
Sinting took hours and he could only manage a single roll without exerting himself too much, he could freely utilize Omen to its full effect.
He stared at the runes, which seemed to hold more power. They were a faint silver, like the day before, and didn’t seem to ge at all.
“Is this even w?” Adam wondered aloud. ‘I hope I keep rolling well.’
Omen: 7, 15
After anht full of rest, he awoke to Jurot and Setting up for the day. “Nice,” he whispered, cheg his Omen.
“Feeling lucky?” Sonarot asked.
“Yes,” Adam said. “Hopefully my luck tinues.”
Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 24 (18)
This time, when he was dohe on glowed and fshed yellow and e for a moment, before it went back to being dormant. Before he could think about what happeext appeared ahead of him.
Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?
‘Hey Bell, how much XP I spend?’
[A maximum of 500.]
‘500 it is.’
XP: 1200 -> 700
Enting successful!
HandaxeYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 2D3 sshing + 1D3 fire damage.
Quest pleteLanarot’s GiftXP Gained+600XP: 700 -> 1300First on Ented+200 XP: 1300 -> 1500
Would you like to he on?
“Oh,” Adam said, staring at the text for some time. ‘Damn it. I suck at names.’ He thought long and hard, thinking about what he could . ‘It has to be something cute. Something like… like…’ He smiled. “Little Paw.”
Little Paw (Handaxe)You gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 2D3 sshing + 1D3 fire damage.
Adam had no idea if the entment was any good, but he smiled wide. He quickly rushed back to Sonarot, arming the Iyrman who was keeping an eye on him, though they quickly followed behind to make sure he wasn’t going to cause any trouble.
“Sonarot! It’s done!” Adam decred, knog on the door.
“Oh my,” Sonarot said, staring at the haaking it from Adam to admire and appraise it. “This axe is…”
“Good? Bad?” Adam just smiled, figuring it was fi least.
“It’s very good.” Sonarot hadn’t expected Adam to be so good at Enting. “This on is worth at least ohousand five hundred gold, perhaps more with the right bidder.”
Adam whistled. “Whoa.” Adam held onto his and smirked. “Damn, I’m really talented, aren’t I?”
“You are,” she said. “Very.” She pet his head gently.
“I’ll keep it until it’s time to gift it.”
“Yes.” Sonarot smiled. “If you are this good, would you be willing to create magical ons for Iyrmen?”
“Oh?” Adam had taken the axe, which still needed a sheath of sorts. “Well, I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“I’ll go speak with a few people,” she said.
When Jurot returer that afternoon, having pyed with his friends, he he axe.
Adam smirked at him and held it out. “It’s finished.”
“ I swing it?” Jurot asked, excitedly. His fingers were twitg, eager to grab the axe.
“Sure.” Adam chuckled.
Jurot grabbed it and started to swing it within the room, as though he were warming up his shoulders. He could definitely feel its power through his swings, noting the fmes which sparked between each swing. “You made this?” Jurot asked.
“Yes.”
Jurot nodded his head slowly. “You are very good at Enting.”
Adam smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “I am.” He was rather proud of the axe. ‘It’ll be hard to beat.’
Jurot spent the evening swinging the axe, until his mother finally forced him to return it.
The day, when he awoke, he ate breakfast with Sonarot. Jurot ate with some other Iyrmen opposite them in the courtyard, with a devilkin within arms reabsp;
However, Adam was distracted by another Iyrman roached them as they ate their steak aables. He was an attractive Iyrman, who carried at his side a pair of shortswords, and a small pa his back.
“Many greetings,” the Iyrman said. “I am Sodul, son of Sadul.”
“Adam, son of Fate,” Adam replied, certain he would be fetting all these Iyrmen names.
“I have heard that your Enting skills are great. Are you willing to ent a shortsword?”
“That depends,” Adam said, g his hands together, lig the meat juices off his lips greedily. “ you afford it?” He smirked.
Sodul looked to Sonarot for a moment before he looked to Adam. “Ah! This must be an elven joke, to ask an Iyrman if they afford a price.”
Adam ughed. “Well, it’s half a joke. What kind of entment are you looking for?” He quickly moved on from his terrible joke, w if Jurot and Sonarot caught it. They had heard it plenty of times already, but he felt proud of this one.
“A simir entment that you have made retly. A Minrade entment and fire damage.”
‘Minrade? I guess that means a +1?’ Adam nodded his head. “I do that.”
“Depending on its strength, we will pay you more for the enting.”
“Sure,” Adam said. “I’ll get right to work then.”
The man bowed his head, handing over one of the swords. It was made of dark steel, with small e flecks within the darkness. He also handed over seven tiny rubies, each the size of Adam’s pinky.
‘Damn, that sword is nice.’ Adam admired it for a moment. ‘Is this the start of my Enting arc?’
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