“Pshoo!” Jirot held out her hands in front of her, trating as she squatted and narrowed her eyes. “Fiyahball!” Her excmations carried all through the park, while her greatfather sipped away at his wine, proud to think only his greatdaughter could py so well. “Pshoo! Kwoo! Pshoo!”

  “Hwah!” Little Jarot swiped the air with his imaginary axe, letting out grunts and gasps as he hopped and skipped about the imaginary battlefield, easily beating up the dragons who had dared to fight him. After all, he was the Mad Dog. ‘I am s!’ He huffed out arrogantly.

  “Babo!” Jirot shouted as she darted to him. She smirked, holding up her hands. “Fiyah! Ball! Pshoo!”

  “Hah? Are you your father, that you cast such great magic?”

  “Yes! I am daddy! I am cast fiyahball. Kwooroo!”

  “I am your babo, not even your father’s Fireball defeat me!”

  Jirot blinked, staring up at her greatfather in awe. “Babo! I not daddy! I daddy’s dohta!”

  “You are your father’s daughter?” The older Iyrman reached up to rub his in thought, letting out a hum of thought. “Then your Fireball defeat me?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then I am defeated,” the old Iyrman said, slumping ba his seat, closing his eyes.

  “Kekekeke!”

  As Jirot bullied her greatfather, her eldest sister grabbed the ball and tossed it back towards her baba. Tonagek caught the ball, before tossing it towards Kirot, who blinked as it fell in front of her. She squatted, her tails swaying from side to side eagerly, before it stopped, pressing onto the floor to help stabilise her as she tossed it awkwardly, the ball slipping out of her hand to fall behind her. She blinked, staring ahead of her to try and find the ball.

  “Kirot, behind,” Konarot called, pointing towards the ball behind her.

  “Ock!” Kirot dropped down to grab the ball, before tossing it again, this time towards Tonagek’s khe Iyrman catg the ball with a gentle crouch.

  Karot braced himself, standing tall and strong, his tail pressed against the earth behind him. He scooped his arms forward right as the ball struck the earth before him, the boy pouting slightly, before he grabbed the ball and tossed it back, managing to toss it back towards the Iyrman’s chest, who caught it with ease.

  “You all throw so well,” Tonagek said, before tossing the ball to his son, who stood tall and firm. The ky little Danagek grabbed the ball with a hand and tossed it towards his father, but it struck the floor but a few steps away from him.

  Daared at where the ball nded, before looking up, catg his father’s eyes. “Eh?” He threw out his arms in exasperation, as though it was the balls fault it was not thrown well.

  “You are right,” Tonagek replied, limping towards the ball, before a cag little girl darted past him to grab the ball.

  “Babo! Babo!” Jirot giggled wildly, holding the ball up as she dashed towards her greatfather.

  “You must pass it to your sister!” Jarot called out.

  Jirot stopped iracks, blinked as she processed what her greatfather said, before she cackled once more as she turned and ran towards her eldest sister, ball in hand.

  “Jirot,” Konarot called, accepting the ball from her sister, waddling over to Tonagek.

  “Konarot, bring the ball to me,” the old one armed Iyrman called.

  Konarot stopped, half way towards Tonagek already. She blinked. She looked up towards Tohen to Jarot.

  “Konarot,” Tonagek began. “Go to yreatfather.”

  “Okay,” the girl replied, rushing treatfather, holding up the ball to him.

  “How sensible!” Jarot ruffled her hair before accepting the ball. “Kirot! You must bring the ball, okay?”

  “Okay!” Kirot shouted back, brag herself, but her eyes followed the ball, which flung far away. She blinked, looking treatfather, who poiowards the ball, and she raowards it.

  “You should not tease yreatchildren like that,” Tonagek said.

  “I will tease my greatchildren because it is my right!” Jarot tio ruffle his eldest greatdaughter’s silver hair. “Only my greatchildren be so sensible!”

  Tonagek replied with a look that said more than any word possibly could.

  “Sihey are my daughter’s grandchildren, and who is more sensible than my daughter?” Jarot asked, meanwhile ing his arm around his tiny greatson, who held his he boy cuddled up beside his greatfather, a small shy smile across his lips.

  Tohought of his sister, fshbacks to the trouble she caused as a child and even when she was an adult filling his mind. ‘Sensible?’

  The word sensible was an awkward word for the Iyrmen, who were only sensible in matters of killing. There was another who was sensible in matters of killing too.

  Jurot’s axe easily dispatched two of the spectres, each which burst with the psychic magics of Phantom. Jaygak’s gleaming bde tore through a pair too, the young Iyrman willing her body forward to burst the spectres into Baktu’s embrace. Lucy’s axe bisected one, while Mara’s axe bisected aheir fming axes barely managing to kill the creatures. Kitool’s staff and fist blurred as two more spectres burst into death, finally knowing peace.

  A chill spread through Jurot as a spectre drained his life force, and though he could feel a deeper chill spread through him, his rage ripped through the chill, minimising its effects on his body. Lucy’s eyes mao catch the sight of the Iyrman’s muscles rippling, while his red rage seemed to lighten slightly. It was not his rage which lightened, however, but his skin.

  ‘What are they doing to my hunky friend?’ Lucy thought gripping her axe more cautiously. Unlike Jurot, she could not resist the deathly might of the spectres magid seeing as how even Jurot was being effected by such a creature, she drew away from a spectre which aimed to drain her life, while Kitool flipped around the st.

  Yet, the differeween a wraith and a spectre was almost night and day. The stench of death g deeply into the wraith as Adam approached it. It was unfortunate for Adam he did not take the wraith seriously.

  Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)D20 + 10 = 24 (14)D20 + 10 = 24 (14)Hit!Wraith: 3 -> 2Mana: 25 -> 24Ability: Divine SmiteDivine Smite Enhanced!2D6 + 2D6 + 3D6 + 9 = 31 (1, 4)(2, 5)(1, 4, 5)Damage resisted!27 damage!

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)D20 + 10 = 21 (11)D20 + 10 = 23 (13)Hit!Wraith: 2 -> 1Mana: 24 -> 23Ability: Divine SmiteDivine Smite Enhanced!2D6 + 2D6 + 3D6 + 9 = 36 (4, 5)(2, 5)(3, 4, 4)Damage resisted!32 damage!

  Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)D20 + 10 = 21 (11)D20 + 10 = 23 (13)Hit!Mana: 23 -> 22Ability: Divine SmiteDivine Smite Enhanced!2D6 + 3D6 + 9 = 22 (3, 5)(1, 2, 2)22 damage!

  It was unfortunate for the wraith it came across this fool of a father.

  Adam inhaled deeply, smelling the uh of the creature, which should have remained ih. ‘Lord Zadhin, shouldn’t you take your role more seriously?’ The thought passed away as the world seemed to slow around him, and his eyes narrowed, his entire focused on the mass of bdeath before him.

  Adam’s axe fshed a bright white as he darted forward, striking into the wraith so suddenly, his magic exploding through the creature. It screeched with a most terrible scream, but Adam ig, spinning around it as his axe fshed cold with icy magic. Adam barely noticed that the cold of his axe was beied, since his Divine Smite was enhanced due to the creature’s status as undead. He smote his foe into oblivion, pushing through his limits as his axe exploded into white, dissipating the st of the wraith, sileng it forever.

  Jasmine’s eyes widened slightly as she saw how easily the Iyrmen, and their panions, dealt with the spectres, which were any soldiers nightmare. Then her eyes fell to Adam, who had so swiftly dealt with the wraith, with such swiftness, it was as though he were a Viander of an order. ‘I thought he was a braggart!’

  As Jurot’s axe swiped through a spectre, he inhaled deeply, trying to force off what deathly magic the spectre had seeped into his muscles, but he could still feel it within his body. ‘I will o speak with a Shaman.’

  “Okay?” Jaygak asked.

  “Okay,” Jurot replied.

  Victory!XP Gained: +500XP: 10 500 -> 11 000

  “It’s a shame the nobles didn’t allow you to wiour,” Vasera said as Adam returhe half elf tossing the core towards the dragon, whose hand blurred as she snatched it greedily from midair.

  “Don’t remind me,” Adam replied, grimag. “Do you know how much Jirot bullies me because I came third pext time, ime I’ll beat them all up, and I’ll see if a noble wants to ask me to lose!”

  Vasera chuckled, throwing Rook a look. The pair had already e against Adam’s axe before. A few years ago, during the Noonval Tour i Port, Rook had e across Adam and had been thhly defeated. Vasera wondered how different it would have gone if she had crossed bdes with him seriously. ‘Nah. Nothing would have ged.’

  ‘…’ Bil’s eyes remained fixated on the half elf. The Iyrmen were impressive, and so were the demons. No oheir age could hold a dle to them, no doubt, but… ‘Is he not only twenty two years old?’

  The day, the group mao approach the vilge during the te afternoon. Jurot and Kitool spoke with the Chief, finding out the bad hat there were a few vilgers who had made their way north, but hadn’t returned in time. While inf the Chief of the bad news, the Chief slipped the pair a small piece of paper, which Kitool read, before handing it to Jaygak.

  “Karza,” Jaygak called, smirking slightly. “You should leave.”

  “Leave?”

  “You should not approach the Iyr at this time.”

  “ the Iyr dictate where I and ot go?”

  Jaygak threw a look to Morkarai. “If Karza wishes to e, she will be sin.”

  Karza met Morkarai’s fused gaze. “What is the meaning of this, Iyrman?”

  “There are certain matters we ot expin,” Jaygak replied. “Matters of the Iyr.”

  “Karza, don’t cause trouble,” Morkarai warned.

  “I came all this way and assisting esc you all! Do you know how many creatures left us be due to my presenow you’re tellio leave?” Lightning crackled around the dragon.

  “I’ve said what I had to out of respect for Prince Morkarai.” Jaygak shrugged her shoulders.

  “Do you think I’ll leave because you threatened me?” Karza growled, lightning crag within her mouth.

  “What’s the problem?” Adam asked, noting how loud everyone had bee.

  “She ot e to the business, due to certain matters of the Iyr,” Jaygak expined.

  “Damn. What a shame, since you’ve helped us quite a bit ing all this way…” Adam didn’t want to know why the Iyr wasn’t going to allow the dragon to approach. He hadn’t heard of this happening before, sihe Iyr weled all manner of guests openly, except for when it closed its gates.

  “Unbelievable!”

  “How about the business smooths things over. Lady Karza, you have been invaluable in assisting us all this way, aruly appreciate it. Why don’t we sider this a favour to us, ohat you cash in freater Enhanced on?”

  “Do you think a little gold will…” Karza paused, having expected for the half elf to offer her a pile of gold. “A Greater Enhanced on?”

  “Indeed. If you have a Greater Enhanced on with particur specifications, please let us know, and we’ll pass it on to the Enter, who shall create it at some point and you may retrieve it from the business.”

  “Not the business, but East Port,” Jaygak corrected.

  “As you say, Executive Jaygak.”

  “Then I’d like a lightning sword,” Karza said.

  “Of course.”

  Karza remained silent for a long while, before catg Morkarai’s look. “Is he messing with me?” she asked in the giant’s tongue.

  “It will be done,” Morkarai assured, fused as to why the Iyr wasn’t going to allow the dragon close. It was rare to hear the Iyr treating them in such a way, but the evening he uood.

  ‘What madness is this?’ Bil cursed within his mind, almost frozen in shock.

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