“Are you feeling lucky?” Sonarot asked, seeing the way Adam smiled.

 

“Yeah, I feel pretty lucky,” Adam admitted, rubbing his eyes. He had awoken a little later than usual for some reason. “This weapon is going to turn out great.”

 

She smiled. “Since Jurot is gone, perhaps I should wield it?”

 

Adam gasped. “Using a greatsword? Aren’t you the Head of the Rot family?” He tutted.

 

“You will not allow me to wield it?”

 

Adam frowned. “You are hard to joke around with, Aunt.”

 

“It is much easier to make fun of you than it is to make fun of me,” Sonarot noted.

 

“True.” Adam got up and stretched. “But first, I need to do that thing,” he said, seriously.

 

Adam sighed, feeling the cool water flow over his body. It felt awkward bathing in the stream without the others, but he kept to himself as he washed up, using the hard soap of the Iyr. 

 

‘I really do need other friends,’ Adam thought. ‘Don’t I?’

 

He pushed away his thoughts when he had gone to the shrine to enchant. 

 

“You work too hard,” the Iyrman who had been assigned to him that day said.

 

Adam raised his brows in shock. This was the Iyrman who had been with him for the most recent enchants, and usually kept some ways away to give Adam some personal space and freedom. 

 

He was an Orc, though he wore light clothing and carried with him a dagger at his side, but Adam noted just how lean the Iyrman was. He was one of the few who wasn’t built with muscle, and though he was lean, he wasn’t an athletic lean either.

 

“I’m sure it must be boring for you to keep a watch on me,” Adam said.

 

“It is my duty this morning.”

 

“Well, I appreciate that you’ve been keeping an eye out for me,” Adam said. 

 

The Iyrman nodded. “It is my duty.”

 

“So, what’s your name?” Adam asked. “I feel like we know each other after hanging out so much.”

 

“Fawyx,” the Orcish Iyrman said. 

 

“Adam, son of Fate,” Adam replied.

 

“I know who you are.”

 

“Heard about me, have you?” Adam chuckled. 

 

“Who has not? Will you not become Unrivalled Under The Heavens?”

 

Adam winced, cringing as he heard the title. “Right.” He clutched at his heart. ‘I forgot how cringe I was.’

 

“Are you okay?” Fawyx asked.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

Adam decided against speaking with him any further, not wanting to embarrass himself. Instead he focused on enchanting. 

 

 

The young boy with dirty hair dropped down, staring down at the bread which had fallen into the ground. As he reached for it, another child stamped on his hand, pinning it to the ground, as another grabbed the dirty bread and fled with it. He couldn’t even curse his poor luck, as it was just another day for him. How he had fallen.

 

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

 

‘500, please.’

 

Greatsword

Requires Attunement

You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.

Deals 2D6 slashing damage.

Deals an additional 1D6 slashing damage against creatures larger than the user.

 

[Would you like to name the weapon?]

 

Adam whistled, staring at how amazing the enchantment was. “I dub thee, Giantslayer.”

 

Giantslayer

Requires Attunement

You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.

Deals 2D6 slashing damage.

Deals an additional 1D6 slashing damage against creatures larger than the user.

 

 

Adam wiped his brow, stepping into the rain to refresh himself after a hard day’s work. He swiftly returned back to the estate, holding the weapon in his hands, glancing around for Jurot, only to remember he was gone.

 

“I see you have finished,” Sonarot said.

 

“I have,” Adam said, handing out to Sonarot. “It’s not as good as my previous sword, but it’ll do.”

 

Sonarot took the weapon, feeling its great magical might.

 

“You will need to meditate with it,” Adam informed.

 

She bowed her head and left, causing Lanarot to squirm and cry,

 

Adam picked her up. “Your mama is a little busy, but why don’t we play together?” Adam asked, gently bouncing the girl against himself, before she wrapped an arm around his neck, rested her head against his chest, and stuck her thumb into her mouth. 

 

He rubbed a hand down her back, causing her to fall asleep in his arms as Citool cooked, fish and mixed vegetables again, though this time it was a soup and there was bread on offer.

 

“It is quite a powerful weapon,” Sonarot said, having swung it around, before bringing the handle to the awakened Lanarot, letting her suck against the leather strap. 

 

Shikan stared at the blade, wondering how powerful it was. Sonarot held it out to him, but the man looked to Adam.

 

“If you could tell me your opinions on the blade, I’d appreciate it,” Adam said, allowing Shikan to meditate with the blade.

 

“It will sell well in the Iyr,” Sonarot said. “Such a great weapon follows the ethos of we Iyrmen.”

 

“So I’ll be making a lot of money?” Adam asked, rubbing his chin. His lips formed into a hyena’s smile. “I needed more gems, so that’s good.”

 

“I have heard that you have completed the enchantment,” Elder Zijin said, marching into the courtyard.

 

“Yeah, currently, Shi-“ Adam stopped, wondering if he was allowed to call people by their names. Aunt Sonarot was obviously Aunt, due to the fact he was a Nephew, and Elder Zijin was an Elder, so of course there was the title he needed to refer to.

 

“Shikan is currently meditating with the blade,” Sonarot said, feeding her daughter some mushy fruit.

 

“Should I have not been the first to play with it?” Elder Zijin asked, frowning towards the Half Elf.

 

“Why?” Adam asked. 

 

“Did you not come to me for a weapon?”

 

“I came to an Elder for help to make a weapon for the Iyr, that’s correct,” Adam said. “Though, isn’t it obvious I’m going to let my Aunt play with the sword first?”

 

“That is fine, but what of Shikan?” Elder Zijin asked.

 

“Aunt offered the blade to him, and I wasn’t going to deny it,” Adam said. “I hear the Kan family is one of the greatest in terms of producing Chiefs.”

 

Elder Zijin narrowed his eyes. “It is soon that my nephew will become a Chief.”

 

Shikan remained meditating with the blade, though he was in half a mind to tell the Elder off. 

 

“To think an Elder of the Iyr would be so partial to one family than the other,” Adam said. “It seems Jaygak was right, that you are someone who puts his own family above others even though you are meant to be impartial.”

 

“She said that?” Elder Zijin growled, clenching her fist. “I cannot wait for her to return!”

 

“When did my daughter say that?” Jogak asked.

 

“Well, she didn’t quite say it in those words,” Adam said, smirking slightly. “Though she did elude to it.”

 

“I can believe that,” Elder Zijin said. 

 

“If you want to play with the weapon, you can wait. Why don’t you join us to eat? This time it was Citool who made the food.”

 

“Since you have offered,” Elder Zijin said, dropping down to eat the food with them. “What kind of enchantment did you place on the weapon?”

 

“Don’t spoil it for yourself,” Adam said, smirking at the Elder. 

 

“You are so troublesome.”

 

“Right? Isn’t it fun?”

 

Elder Zijin grinned.

 

Eventually, Shikan was swinging the blade, it cutting through the air hard enough to create a sharp sound, enough to cause Lanarot to twitch and look towards him.

 

“This is an amazing blade,” Shikan said, causing Zijin’s ears to twitch. If Shikan thought it was decent, then it must be true.

 

“What does it do?” Zijin asked, glancing towards the Half Elf.

 

Adam raised his brows. “Didn’t I tell you not to spoil the surprise?”

 

“It is a blade which cuts deeper against larger foes,” Sonarot said. She smiled as Adam teased the Elder, but it was a good idea not to tease him too much considering his position.

 

“Oh?” Zijin said, bringing out a small gem. “I will see what it does.”

 

“Is that an Identify gem?” Adam asked.

 

“Yes.” Zijin crushed the gem once he was touching the blade, and remained with it for some time. 

 

“Youngsters these days, always in a rush,” Adam said. “Isn’t that right, Lanarot?”

 

Lanarot sucked on her hand, which had some of the mushy fruit all over it. “Aa?”

 

“Tell me about it,” Adam said, shrugging his shoulders.

 

Jogak could see why Jaygak got along with the Half Elf. ‘To think that there would be another one like Jaygak around here.’ 

 

“This will sell well in the Iyr,” the Elder said.

 

“How much?”

 

“I will place it for auction if you are willing to wait,” the Elder said.

 

"Could I get some more gems in the mean time?” Adam asked. “I have a few more weapons I want to enchant, but I need a few more gems for them.”

 

“I can hand over gems worth a thousand gold since that would be the minimum for this weapon,” Zijin offered.

 

“Great!”

 

“It seems there will be a bidding war,” Sonarot said. “A weapon like this will be popular.”

 

“Do you have any idea how much it will go for?” Adam asked.

 

“Five thousand or so?” Sonarot said.

 

Elder Zijin nodded, estimating about the same.

 

“Nice,” Adam said. “I’ll be able to enchant Dunes’ blade well then. Though, should I start on my own axe?”

 

“Which enchantments will you place on your axe?” Sonarot asked.

 

“The typical bonus, maybe some extra damage? I want it to be able to exploit vulnerabilities easier, like that shortsword I made, and then being able to deal more damage once per day or so.”

 

“Since you can bend Fate, you could create a blade with a greater bonus,” Sonarot offered. “Such a blade usually requires five thousand gold’s worth of gems.”

 

“Should I?” Adam asked. “How much would that be worth if I were to sell it off?”

 

“A greater bonus by itself is worth three to five thousand, but with the enchantments you are aiming for, twenty thousand or so?”

 

Adam whistled. “That’s worth a lot.”

 

“Not as much as your life,” Sonarot said, patting his head.

 

“Right,” Adam replied, blushing like Jurot.