Chapter 169: 156. Dunes’ Sword

Omen: 8, 20

‘Nice,’ Adam thought, staring at the numbers. With this, he only needed one more 20 and he’d create the greatest weapon to date. ‘I should become the world’s greatest Enchanter.’

Lanarot drooled on his chest, reminding him of his place.

“You must be feeling lucky today,” Sonarot said, feeding her daughter.

“Very,” Adam replied, currently in a plank to stretch out his back. “I just need this much luck for another day and I’ll make a sword which will shock everyone.”

“Will you enchant it so that lightning flows out of it?” Sonarot asked.

“No, not that kind of shocking.” Adam chuckled.

“Good luck in enchanting today,” Sonarot said, seeing him off.

“I don’t need it, I have all the luck I need!” Adam laughed.

Today he was followed by a different Iyrman, a familiar face he hadn’t expected. “Okvar?”

“It is good to see you this morning, Adam,” Okvar said. “The children hope you will return soon to speak of other tales.”

“I’ll have Jurot…” Adam narrowed his eyes. “I forgot that traitor has gone.”

Okvar’s eyes flashed wide. “Traitor?”

“He… he left me all alone to adventure by himself!” Adam grumbled.

“I see…” Okvar realised quickly Adam didn’t mean anything by it, though it had taken him by surprise. ‘Surprised? By Adam?’ He shook his head.

“I still need to tell the others about the story too,” Adam thought. “The Kat family and the others.”

“I am sure they will enjoy the tale. To slay two Dragons, even if you are unable to perform the tale, the children will enjoy it all the same.”

Adam nodded. “So. How come you’re here with me today?”

“To look after you.”

“I know that much, but why?”

“I have been asked to.”

“Does it have anything to do with last night?”

Okvar raised his brows. “There are things you should and should not ask.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Adam said, waving his hand. “You Iyrmen are so secretive.”

“Do you not have your own secrets?”

“Fair play,” Adam replied, chuckling.

Once he was at the shrine, he stretched his body again, before beginning the enchanting process.

Mana: 10 -> 8
Enchanting Check
D20 + 7 = 27 (20)

“No way,” Adam whispered, wiping his brow as he enchanted the blade. He stared at it, seeing the way the Jagite sparkled. ‘I can’t possibly enchant again, can I?’

“What is the matter?” Okvar asked, raising his eyes from his book.

“I’m going to keep enchanting,” Adam said.

“You have enchanted enough, have you not?”

“Okvar. This weapon will be the greatest weapon I’ve ever made.”

“Greater than Lightsear?”

“I think so.”

Okvar stared at the Half Elf. “I will watch you, Adam.”

“Thanks.”

Mana: 8 -> 4
Enchanting Check
D20 + 7 = 16 (9)
Omen: 8, 20 -> 8
20 + 7 = 27

The figure landed on the ground, having falling from the clouds.

“Oh dear,” he said, noting the ten Wyverns flying towards him, the Drakken warriors with their long spears, ready to skewer him.

“You should be careful getting too close,” the stranger said, glaring at the Wyverns, which shuddered, stopping mid flight, almost causing the Drakken soldier to fall.

The Drakken soldiers struggled to calm them down, but once they had, they blew their horns, calling forth more of their allies.

“I’ve gone and done it now,” the stranger said, staring up at the sky. “I told him I shouldn’t have dropped down here.”

The skies darkened over the land, and soon a storm had come to Drakkenlan.

Intelligence Save
D20 + 5 = 8 (3)
Mana: 4 -> 0
Health: 52 -> 0

Adam, whose Mana slipped from him quickly, smiled as he stared at the weapon he had enchanted. He toppled over, though Okvar caught him before he fell, catching the blade with his free hand.

“It seems the enchanting went well,” Okvar said, feeling the raw magic which had taken to the blade. It had yet to settle, meaning the magic within the blade was still to form properly.

“What happened?” Fawyx asked, having been called.

“He fell unconscious whilst enchanting,” Okvar said.

Fawyx stared at the blade and then to Adam. “He will be fine.”

“Should we take him to a Shaman?”

Fawyx nodded. “However, with that smile on his face, I think he will be just fine.”

“Do you think it could have been because of last night?” Okvar asked.

Fawyx stared at him. “Did you see any lightning fall here?”

Okvar slowly nodded his head, understanding Fawyx’s statement.

Omen: 6, 18

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

‘500.’

XP: 6770 -> 6270

Jagite Longsword
Requires Attunement
You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.
Deals 1D6 slashing + 3D3 fire damage.
Three time per day, on a hit, choose to critically hit instead.
On a critical hit, regain 3D3 health.

[Would you like to name the weapon?]

Adam, whose mind was still not right, smiled.

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‘Dunes’ Sword.’

Dunes’ Sword
Requires Attunement
You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.
Deals 1D6 slashing + 3D3 fire damage.
Three time per day, on a hit, choose to critically hit instead.
On a critical hit, regain 3D3 health.

XP: 6270 -> 6770
Great Enchantment Learnt!
XP: 6770 -> 6970

Quest Complete: Create a Perfect Enchantment
+200 XP
XP: 6970 -> 7170

“Adam,” Sonarot called from his side, leaning over to stare down at his pale, sweaty face.

“Hey, Aunt,” Adam replied. “I did it. I managed to create the perfect weapon.” He grinned wide, before coughing.

“What am I to do with you?” Sonarot asked, brushing his hair gently. “Go to sleep. I will watch over you.”

Lanarot babbled from nearby, but Adam could not see her, unable to turn his head.

“I feel like crap,” Adam said.

“You look like crap,” Sonarot said, assuming what it had meant.

Adam smiled. “Sorry. I was too engrossed with enchanting.”

She brushed his forehead. “Go to sleep, Adam.”

Adam closed his eyes, falling back asleep. ‘Damn, I had an 18 too.’

Omen: 15, 19

“I heard you were sick,” Elder Zijin said. “Are you enchanting too much?”

“I just messed up is all,” Adam said, rubbing his head, which still pounded. “I could have made such an amazing weapon if I hadn’t spent yesterday in bed. I can’t really enchant today either…” He could feel his Aunt’s gaze against his back as she fed Sonarot.

“Resting is also a part of work,” Zijin said. “You can enchant a great weapon another day. You cannot enchant when you are dead.”

“You shouldn’t use that kind of logic with me,” Adam said. “Though, if I do end up in a fourth life and I need to join the Iyr all over again, I’ll probably just take it easy.”

“You should not seek death so casually.”

“Who says I’m seeking death?” Adam asked. “Death seeks me.”

Zijin sighed. “If you are able to joke so eagerly, then it must mean you are well.”

“Since you’ve come to visit me, I assume it’s about the magical weapon,” Adam said.

“I have come to visit you in order to see if you are well,” Zijin said. “It is my role as Elder.”

“Isn’t it also your role as Elder to check the magical weapon?” Adam asked, raising his brow.

Zijin smiled wide. “Yes,” he said. “It is.”

“Once Aunt is done playing with it, then you can play with it.”

Zijin looked to Sonarot.

“After I have fed my Lana.”

Lanarot held Adam’s fingers as she stood on his thighs, staring up at him with a large smile on her face. She cooed and babbled at him, having missed playing with him the day before, so she bothered him as much as she should. Her tiny hands were hot, as they always were, with a vice like grip as she held onto his fingers.

“This weapon is powerful,” Sonarot said, having attuned to check it out.

“Isn’t it?”

“I understand why you were so excited to enchant it.” Sonarot stared at the blade in her hands, which had the best enchantment of any weapons in its class. ‘What a terrifying power you hold, Adam.’

Zijin stared at the blade covetingly, wondering when he’d be able to play with it.

Lanarot snoozed over his shoulder, resting her head against it, still standing, though most of the weight was held by Adam’s arm.

“You were not kidding,” Zijin said, having finished with playing with it. After having used it, he realised just how dangerous Adam was. ‘He created this in two days?’ He wondered how long their best smiths required to make such a blade.

Adam’s arm felt hot as he stared down at the girl. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

Lanarot squirmed uncomfortably and began to cry, before her mother took her away.

Zijin remained with Adam, alone in the estate’s courtyard. “Are you truly a friend of the Iyr?” Zijin asked.

“Do you really have to ask that after Lanarot took a dump on me?”

“You should be grateful, for one day they will no longer soil themselves in your arms, and they will be out exploring the land, making a name for themselves.”

“You talk like you’re an old man, Elder Zijin.”

“Are you avoiding the question on purpose?” Zijin asked.

“Whether or not I answer it, you’ll have to see from my actions, right?”

Zijin nodded. “The Iyr will pay a high price for the blade.”

“It’s a shame I’m not selling it.”

“You are not?”

“No,” Adam said. “It’s Dunes’ Sword.”

“The War Priest?”

“Yep.”

“You are gifting it to him?”

“Yes.”

Zijin stared at him long and hard. “You are equally as suspicious as you are not.”

“Am I?”

“What kind of a man gifts such a great weapon to someone they have only met for months?”

“Iyrmen do,” Adam said.

“Yes,” Zijin said, staring at the Half Elf. “Iyrmen do.”

 

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What a great weapon. Dunes is a lucky guy. If he comes back alive. It's a shame Adam will never be able to use it...

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