Adam coughed as he awoke. “Ah, fuck.” His entire body ached, as though he had been hit by a truck. ‘Did I get isekai’d again?’
“You’re finally awake,” called a familiar voice.
Adam’s eyes snapped open to see Sonarot sitting beside him, brushing his hair gently. He was currently in bed, in a room he did nnise.
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“Sorry,” Adam said.
“Why are you sorry?” Sonarot asked, peering down at him.
“I didn’t mao get him to apologise.”
“That is what you are worried about in this state?” Sonarot asked, raising her brow.
“It’s not like I was going to die,” Adam replied, simply.
“Why do you think so?”
“I’m in the Iyr. Of course I won’t die.”
Sonarot couldn’t help but smile. “It is fine. Small Father is a man who likes to joke. Even him attag you was a joke.”
“That’s one hell of a joke,” Adam said.
“Our retionship is like that,” Sonarot said. “Though his words are putrid, he cares for me deeply.”
“Oh,” Adam said, reag up with the one arm which didn’t hurt, c his face. “Then it’s rather embarrassing.”
“You were so chivalrous,” she said. “That is what they call it in Aldnd.”
“So you’re finally awake!” Jarot shouted as he stormed in, grinning like a beast. “Otkan, e! Look at him!”
The one known as Otkan stepped in. She was tall and strong, and would have been a beautiful woman if it wasn't for the huge scar across her left eye and down the side of her neck.
“This boy is quite strong,” Jarot said. “He has quite the sword as well.”
The old woman stared down Adam. “I would like to see your sword.”
Adam looked to Sonarot fuidance, unsure if he should randomly let Iyrmen grab at his sword, especially o for Dunes’. ‘Wait. Kan?’
“She is Amokan’s grandmother,” Sonarot said.
“Oh,” Adam replied. “Sure.”
Otkan grabbed the bde, which had beeing nearby, and picked it up to exami. “I will need some time to feel the bde. Is that okay?”
“As long as you return it in the same dition as you received it.”
“I will.”
“Why are you being so coy?” Jarot asked, staring down at the Half Elf he had almost killed. “Adam, son of Fate, dear Grandson, tell us what the bde does!”
“Grandson?” Adam said. “Just moments ago you were trying to kill me.”
“If I wanted you dead, you would be dead, boy,” Jarot said, far too casually. “Even Sonarot would be uo stop me.”
“Would I?” Sonarot asked.
Jarot thought. “No. After all he had doo me, perhaps my dear daughter could.”
“Anyway. The sword has a small bonus, deals additional damage, strike true three times a day, aalises the user when it does.”
“Amazing!” Jarot decred, showing off to Otkan. “Does it not deal more damage? That of searing light?”
“That was me,” Adam said. “I Smite.”
“You Smite? Ho! No wonder I felt such pain! Truly, you are a great Grandson of mine.”
Otkan remaiaring at the sword, ign her friend who was trying to rile her up. “Would you be willing to face me tomorrow with this sword?”
Adam blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I would like to face you, to see if you are as powerful as Jarot says.”
“I just got my ass hao me,” Adam grumbled. “If I’m feeling lucky tomorrow, I’d rather go and ent aher tha beaten up by another monster.”
“Right, you wanted my old axe, did you not?” Jarot said, rubbing his cheek with his good hand. “I should have told Sonarot that you could not take it if I had known you were going to refuse.”
“So I get your axe, old man?” Adam said.
“You should call me Grandfather,” Jarot insisted. “You are worthy enough for both.”
“Worthy? You talk a lot fuy who almost lost to a baby Elf boy! If I had used my magic, you would have gotten your ass hao you!”
“You!” He reached up a hand to smack him, but he caught Sonarot’s eye, and quickly rubbed the back of his neck. “Why are you using a sword? You are a Rot, and the Rot family uses axes.”
“An axe and a shield,” Sonarot said.
“How am I meant to use a shield?” Jarot asked, rubbing his shoulder where his arm used to be.
“Right, well,” Adam said, trying to move on from the awkward versation. “I will make a great axe. I’m pnning on making it my best o.”
“Will it be simir to this bde?” Otkan asked.
“Simir,” Adam replied. “Though I’ll be enting it to be much more powerful.”
“When you are free, I would like to face you.”
“I don’t know. I have the festival ing soon too, and I o make sure I don’t die before that.”
“I will reward you if you win,” Otkan stated.
“A reward for winning? How am I meant to win against you?” Adam grumbled. “What do I get if I lose?”
“Then you would have lost nothing, but you will gain the admiration of our youth if it is a good showing on your part.”
The words were rather honeyed, entig Adam. The admiration of Iyrmen would mean that his tale would be spreading through the Iyr, which also added to the prestige of the Rot family.
‘I ’t really run away now, I?’ He sighed. “Do I get to fight in my full gear?”
“Yes,” the Iyrman replied. “Bring whatever you please. Yic, your on, your armour. I will fight you with my greatsword and nothing more.” She stared down at Adam. Her eyes seemed expet, hopeful.
“You know… I’m still annoyed!” Adam poi the old man. “I wao get you to apologise.”
Jarot chuckled. “I see why you like him. Good, you should behave just like this now that you are one of us! If someories to sully our name, beat them as you please!”
‘Damn, this old man is so likeable,’ Adam thought. “I don’t care about that sorta thing. However, if aries to bully any of mine, I’ll teach them a good lesson.”
“Good! That’s how you should be!”
“That includes you, old man.”
Jarot tio ugh.
“How the hell did you survive my onsught?” Adam asked. “I’m pretty sure if you were a Dragon I could have killed you.”
“I am non, boy. I am Jarot, son of Varot.” His eyes darkened for a moment. “Non could beat the likes of me.”
Adam hadn’t expected the man’s eyes to look past him like that. “Yeah? Still, you’re one hell of a monster.”
“We of the Rot family el e in such a way,” he said. “Almost all damage, from fire to poison, is nullified to some extent when we embrace e.”
“Ah,” Adam said, nodding his head. He uood what it was now, though he should have figured it out by himself. “Almost all damage.”
“Almost,” Jarot grinned.
“Anyway, I’ll see if I face you tomorrow,” Adam said. “I’m still half dead.”
“Father will bring some potions to heal you,” Sonarot said.
“He does not need any potions. A good meal and a good night’s rest will do him well.”
Sonarot’s eyes narrowed at the older Iyrman, who quickly left, taking with him the Devilkin boy who had been sitting outside, reading a book.
“You should not mind him,” Sonarot said.
“He’s pretty fun,” Adam said. “I might even call him Gramps one day.”
Sonarot smiled.
“I have heard much about you,” Otkan said. “You are quite the warrior. I saw you face against my grandson during the festival.”
“He retty strong,” Adam said. “If he had hit me, I would have probably lost my head.”
“He is as wild as his father,” she said.
“His father? Shikan?”
“Yes,” Otkan said.
“He seems so… I don’t know, sombre.”
“After the death of my granddaughter, my son has beore sullen, yes,” she said.
Adam closed his eyes. ‘What’s with all these Iyrmen and making things awkward?’ “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“There is o be sorry,” she said. “Amokan will bring back the glory which had been taken that day.”
Adam looked to Sonarot for support.
“Yranddaughter also refused to join his party,” Sonarot said.
“She had?” Otkan asked. “Then it is her misfortuo do so. I have heard you have some retion with Queen Silvari.”
“Entalia? Yeah, she’s…” Adam wondered how to introduce his retionship with Entalia to a retive stranger. “A friend.”
“How did you bee friends with her?”
“It’s plicated,” Adam said.
Otkan waited, expetly.
“It’s not something I reveal.”
Otkan bowed her head. “We all have our secrets.”
“Especially you Iyrmen,” Adam said. “From the storm, to the scary looking Iyrman I saw with the skull on their head, to all the Great Elders wanting to kill me.”
Otkan tilted her head slightly. “Why do they wish to kill you?”
“Well, I’m not sure if they do…” Adam thought back to Elder Gold’s gre that day. “Elder Gold probably does.”
“Then you must be a dao the Iyr,” she said. “Otherwise they would not wish to kill you.”
“Little ol’ me?” Adam asked, motioning to his half dying body. “Really?”
“Appearances be deceiving,” Otkan said, brushing her scar.
‘Seriously! Why do you guys have a habit of making everything awkward? You’re almost as bad as me.’
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Adam almost dying and then talking smack to the guy that nearly killed him. Adam INT -3, WIS +5.
Seriously? Iyrmen always making things so awkward.
