Omen: 2, 5

  "Are you feeling unlucky today?” Shikan asked.

  “A little,” Adam replied.

  “Then e work with me today.”

  “I ’t,” Adam replied.

  “You ot?”

  “If I work with you… who will nap with Lanarot?” Adam asked, staring into Shikan’s eyes.

  “Adam,” Sonarot called.

  “It was just a joke,” Adam said, quickly. “Sure, I’ll e with you.”

  Adam had trained alone in the m, though the children had joined him halfway through to run around and stretch. He had been feeling lonely without any other friends around his age, and he had beeing up well since he had been sick.

  Sonarot exged a look with Shikan. She was going to tell Adam to keep resting, and was w what Shikan to.

  Shikan led Adam around to a warehouse, where there were already several Iyrmen w. “We will carry these bags to the estates which require them.”

  “Sounds good,” Adam replied, simply.

  They each packed the bags of grains inte pack which strapped around the entire front and back, ahe weight around his waist. There were alse racks whie Iyrmen carried in a farmer’s carry, which Adam felt would be far more difficult than what he was doing.

  Until he had been given a small rack to farmer’s carry as well as the rge pack strapped around him.

  “Are y to kill me?” Adam asked.

  “From what I have seen, this will be easy for you,” Shikan replied simply.

  Adam lifted it up, and sidering his great Strength Attribute, he was barely able to carry it, though he was slowed.

  He followed Shikan to ae, one he didn’t reise. As he entered, he hat the estate was full of Devilkin, though there were a handful of Orcs.

  “An Elf?” a young teen said, staring at Adam.

  “An Elf!” a child gasped, pointing at Adam.

  “Don’t you know pointing is rude?” Adam said, staring down at the Devilkin.

  “No,” the young boy said, still pointing at him.

  “We have e with yhtfood,” Shikan said.

  A peared, a Devilkin who wore a gre across her face as though it was a faux leather jacket. “Thank you,” the woman said, cheg on the package. She spent much more time examining the food Adam had brought, before signing a slip in Shikan’s hand.

  “It isn’t rocket sce,” Adam said, frowning at the woman.

  “Yes?” she replied.

  “ht, rockets do,” he said, and very quickly the Iyrmen around uood he was an idiot.

  “He is not an idiot,” Shikan said. “He is queer.”

  “I’m not…” Adam rubbed his forehead. “Right, I’m queer.”

  “Who is he?”

  “Adam, son of Fate,” Adam said.

  “Unrivalled Uhe Heavens!” the boy from earlier shouted, pointing at him.

  “That’s me,” Adam said. “The man who has killed twons just this year.”

  The woman sighed, giving Shikan a look, who only nodded in response. “You really killed twons?”

  Adam smiled wide, before reag into his pockets and revealed a handful on scales, white and blue. “I said I did, so I did.”

  The woman stared at the Dragon scales which Adam quickly handed out to the children.

  “You call me Adam, syer of Vandra, and that Blue Dragon, who I’m sure had a name.”

  “A Blue Dragon?” the woman asked, looking to Shikan again.

  “I heard that Jaygak’s aors had been driven out of their home because of it, so she mao get revenge on behalf of them,” Adam said.

  The woman nodded. “We would love to hear the tale.”

  “Thinking about it, I still owe the tale to many others too.” Adam rubbed his . “I’ll set up a date and time for it eventually.”

  “We have work to do,” Shikan said.

  Adam tinued assisting Shikan, moving rge amounts of food from one pce to another. Soohuorm began, making it more difficult for them, though Shikan did not say anything to stop them from w. He had assumed Adam would have spoken up when he was at his limits, and Adam was too shy to speak up.

  “Do you Iyrmen do it the hard way on purpose?” Adam asked, feeling the ache in his entire body as they rested after Shikan had noticed Adam had slowed down.

  “This is not the hard way,” Shikan said. “It is the easiest way without carts.”

  “You guys need rickshaws or something,” Adam grumbled, rubbing his back. ‘Is this what it feels like to be old? Damn Iyrmen!’

  “Rickshaws? Are those like the rockets you mentioned?”

  “No,” Adam said. “A rocket is like… a Fireball spell? Yeah, that sounds abht. A rickshaw is something which makes it easier for a person to carry something. It’s like a cart with really big wheels on the side, and someone, even someone fairly weak, move heavy things easily with it.”

  “Do you know how to make it?”

  “I know the gist of it,” Adam said. “I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out with ease once I sketch it out.”

  Shikan led Adam to Elder Zijin. “Adam has something which he wishes to show.”

  Elder Zijin nodded, allowing Adam to expin the basicept of a rickshaw, as well as a sketch of it, which he doodled onte sheet of paper.

  “You say it is easier to carry things using it?” Zijin asked.

  “Yeah. Easier than the pad stuff.”

  Elder Zijin stared at it. It would take up a rge amount of space to house a hundred of them, but if it meant that they could easily move around heavy items using the rickshaw, then the young Iyrmen could assist too.

  “Plus, it’s pretty fun to sit in one and be guided around in it,” Adam said.

  “Did you make this so you could guide Lanarot around in one?” Zijin asked, sighing. ‘He loves his sister too much.’

  Adam bli Elder Zijin. “I didn’t think of that, but that’s a good idea,” Adam said, nodding his head. “You really are wise, Elder Zijin.”

  The Orcish Iyrmen couldn’t help but feel that he was being teased.

  Eventually Adam was allowed to fall bato the pile of bs, only in a pair of shorts as he stretched out his back. “Everything hurts.”

  “That is why I was going to tell you to rest up today,” Sonarot said.

  “I thought you were going to tell me off for joking.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  Adam gnced her way. “Good point.”

  “This pain is a good kind of pain,” Sonarot said. “It will remind you of your limits.”

  “Pain is bad,” Adam said. “The only thing good about it is to tell you to stop doing something.

  Lanarot crawled over on top of Adam, ying down on top of him. She babbled at him and squealed, before spping his chest repeatedly, having a whale of a time.

  “You hurt me though,” Adam said, reag down to hold her hands. “Did you miss me? Sorry, but y brother o work too. We’ll py lots when I have a day off, okay?”

  Lanarot squealed and tio sp his chest all over.

  “Speaking of which, I o also figure out when to tell my story to the children.”

  “Tell it tomorrow,” Sonarot said. “You will be i pain, so it is best to take it easy.”

  “Good idea,” Adam said, trying to sit up, only to fall back down when his back spasmed. “If I even move.”

  Lanarot stared down at him, seeing his face tort in pain, before she smiled and ughed, spping his chest all ain.

  “Lanarot, stop bullying me.”

  She ughed and giggled.

  Omen: 13, 16

  “If I wasn’t half dying, I’d have been able to ent today.” He felt Sonarot’s gre against his babsp;

  He didn’t train that m, instead he sat down and watched the children py, ag as their referee.

  “e py,” Katool said.

  “I ’t,” Adam said. “I’m hurt.”

  “You are hurt?” she said, looking up at him.

  “Yes.”

  She pat his knee. “Get better, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay,” she said, returning back to pying.

  This was repeated several times from each child throughout their py.

  ‘Kids, stop patting my k hurts,’ Adam thought, though he didn’t vocalise it.

  Eventually, word was sent out and the children of the various estates Adam had promised to tell the tale to had arrived.

  “Are you okay?” the boy from the day before asked.

  “I’m hurt,” Adam said.

  “Was it the Dragons?”

  “No,” Adam said. “Something worse.”

  “Something worse than Dragons?”

  “Yes,” the Half Elf said.

  “What was it?”

  “Hard work.”

  The boy nodded, uanding the pain of hard work, like washing dishes when he didn’t want to.

  Performance CheckD20 + 3 = 17 (14)

  Lokat had swung by the estate, uhe guise of wanting to check Lanarot’s health, but mostly she had been curious as she heard the tale. She noted all the children who had been brought, some from far ers of the Iyr.

  ‘It seems it wasn’t a ploy,’ she thought, hearing the tale which had partly engrossed her. ‘Or perhaps he had anticipated my thoughts?’

  Watg him struggle to stand quickly dissipated those thoughts.

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  Hard work out here killing Adam before Dragons.