Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

It was the next day in which the half elf had decided to take the day off, for it was the tenth day of the tenth month.

“Eugh!” Virot complained, wincing as her father peppered her in affection, though the girl endured, for her mother had almost swallowed her whole.

“I didn’t give you permission to grow up!” Adam complained, but he pulled back, to allow the rest of her siblings to spoil her too.

The, now, three year old Virot and Damrot were adorned in the familiar clothing of the Iyr, of the Rot families blues, the pair dabbed with paint upon their foreheads.

“Huu!” Jirot sniffled. “Dahddy, how she can do this to me?”

“I know, I know,” Adam replied, as Jirot wiped her eyes, blowing her nose into a handkerchief.

“If you run away from my arms, I will not forgive you, you silly girl,” Jirot said, planting firm kisses on her sister’s cheeks, hugging her tight, her fingers trailing through the girl’s hair. “You are so big now! Before, you could not crawl, then you could crawl, then you walked, and then you ran so well, and you caused so much trouble!”

Adam side eyed his daughter with an incredulous look, but decided against speaking up.

Konarot hugged her younger sister, who had begun to cry once more, tears slipping down her cheeks, and made their youngest sister cry, but the pair calmed within their eldest sister’s arms. Meanwhile their father remained silent, his eyes wet with tears from how adorable his children were, and how little he had to worry about them being raised well.

Vonda somehow managed to regain Virot within her arms, allowing her children to give the girl their gifts.

Konarot had brought her a small bracelet, Kirot a ribbon, and Karot had pressed a flower he had found, one that hopefully would last forever within the pages of a book, moments within the grasp of his sister. Jirot’s gift was a set of clothing, for she knew the best colours to bring out the sparkle within her sister’s eyes, while little Jarot had asked his papos to craft a wooden spoon and bowl. Larot gifted the girl a gem, while Xarot, who wanted to go back to sleep, handed his elder sister a piece of cloth, though the boy had gripped it so tightly, only relenting once his mother had asked for it.

Adam took the opportunity to steal Damrot away, smirking at Jurot, waiting for his children to gift the boy their gifts, a similar set.

“Damrot, come,” Jurot called, holding out his arms. Damrot blinked, the boy smiling wide, reaching out for his father with both arms, squealing with delight as his father reached for him, the boy calling for his father. Jurot planted a firm kiss on his forehead.

“Since it’s my son’s birthday, I’ll allow him to call you his father, even if it hurts,” Adam said, grumbling quietly.

“Jirot, your father is bullying Damrot.”

Adam and Jirot both gasped, Adam blinking rapidly towards Jurot, Jirot blinking rapidly towards her father.

“You think it is my kaka’s birthday you can bully my papa?” Jirot asked, with a tone that said something else. “The audacity!”

Adam winced harder, for his daughter was about to make him pop a lung from holding in his laughter for too long. Fortunately for him, Virot wanted her sister to feed her, so Jirot showed the half elf mercy. Adam’s eyes then fell towards his triplets, who also assisted in feeding their youngest sister, but at the same time, he noted how each of the triplets, independently, fed Jarot too. Jarot, on the other hand, assisted in feeding little Damrot, who smiled so brightly. Karot began to feed the boy too, alternating between his sister and cousin.

Gurot, Murot, and the other children adored their niece and nephew that day, since it was their birthday. They were almost double their age, so they needed to take good care of them, the five year olds making sure to adore them before they would have to leave.

“Even if I must go, it is only for a few hours, and I will be back, and I will read so many stories, okay?” Jirot said.

“Kaka…” Virot pouted, her lips trembling.

“You silly girl, if you cry, I will cry!” Jirot held her sister tight, sniffling, kissing the girl’s cheek. “You cannot bully mummy while I am gone, okay?”

“Keh…”

“Say it with more confidence so I can believe you,” Jirot grumbled, planting another kiss on the girl’s forehead, finally stepping away with an aching heart. She stopped, returning back to her sister to kiss her many more times. “Even if we are apart! You must know I love you!”

“Kaka! I love you!” Virot replied, hugging her elder sister tight, sniffling.

Adam decided not to make a joke, instead allowing his daughter to understand, for she had to experience it first hand. Once the children had left, leaving little Virot and Damrot be, along with Murot and the others, Adam took in the sight of the children.

“Virot, Damrot, come,” Gangak said, holding out her hands.

“No!” Virot cackled, though she rushed up to her greatmother, who lifted her and Damrot up, allowing them to sit upon her lap as she read them a tale.

Adam sat nearby, holding his wife’s hand, out of sight of their daughter, who thankfully was paying much more attention to her greatmother’s tales. The old Jarot returned a short while later to settle nearby, reaching out his hand to allow Damrot to hold a finger, the boy smiling coyly.

‘I probably can’t steal Vonda away for a bit…’ Adam thought, glancing aside to his wife, who turned to meet his gaze. The half elf smiled, causing her to smile in return, and the pair rested their heads together.

Jurot sat awkwardly to one side, holding little Mona, who had decided to complain against sleeping, only to instantly fall asleep within her father’s arms without him using his special ability. However, he wanted to hold his son, whose birthday it was.

Thankfully, before lunch, the young man held his son’s hand, who held his cousin’s hand, who held her mother’s hand, hand, the girl squealing with delight.

“Virot going to park!” Virot almost exclaimed. “Virot plays so well!”

Once they were at the park, Virot let go of Damrot and her mother’s hands, rushing up to the other children, though stopped, turning and holding her hand for Damrot, calling for him, the boy rushing after her to leave together.

Jurot watched over the pair while Adam and Vonda relaxed against a tree nearby, allowing the Iyrman to think deeply about this and that, and nothing in particular.

“I can’t believe she’s already three years old…” Adam whispered.

“They have grown up quickly,” Vonda admitted, realising that it meant they were almost married for four years, which didn’t make any sense at all.

“That’s means we’ve been married for half the time we’ve known each other, right?” Adam said, also considering the scale of time. “Zero, one, got married at the end of two. Three, four, five, now it’s six, so, actually, we’ve been married longer, I think?”

“Maths, on this day of all days?” Vonda teased.

Adam chuckled, wrapping an arm around his wife, drawing her closer. He could feel her plumpness through her attire, though quickly drew his hand to her knee in order to keep the mood appropriate since they were in public.

“Though she is vicious, she adores you,” Vonda informed.

“I know.”

The woman smiled, reaching down to rub her husband’s knee. The pair remained this way for a long while, Jurot standing nearby along with a few of the other older Iyrmen, who watched as the children played.

Adam’s children were all rather famous within the Iyr, for they were one of a kind. They were Adam’s children, without a shadow of a doubt, and even if an Iyrman had never met any, they would know, for his children, pale and silver, green, red, and slightly tanned, all were born with their father’s ears, and thus the Iyr knew they were his children, but it also knew they were Iyrmen, the blood they had spilled it had confirmed in. Within the Iyr the children would be raised with a warmth they would not expect across every land, but Jurot’s heart ached, for there were still those who did not respect such a rule. There were those who complained about this and that, all about his nieces and nephews, who were so delightful.

“Is my papo!” Virot declared, pointing to her uncle.

“Dada,” the Iyrchild replied, pointing at their own father.

“Mama,” another said, pointing to their mother.

“Is Damwoh daddy,” Virot informed the children.

“Oh!” the children replied, one throwing the ball away, allowing the next child to chase after it.

“You seem-,” an Iyrman began, pausing a moment as Jurot flinched, almost throwing a punch.

“Sorry,” Jurot said.

“I thought so,” the Iyrman chuckled, holding up a hand, the pair clasping hands. “What weighs heavy on your shoulders, cousin Jurot?”

Jurot considered it for a moment, but shook his head, needing to keep the thoughts buried within his heart. It was not the kind of thing to say to others, even if they were Iyrmen. The storm known as Virot assisted, for she charged towards the pair, along with Damrot and another child, the girl holding up her arms for her papo, causing the Iyrman to lift up both.

“Hello! I, Virot!” the girl said, to her friend’s father, the Iyrman smiling.

“Hello, Virot,” the Iyrman replied, only to pause, as a fool charged up towards them.

“You! You silly girl! You are so happy when you greet other men, but I’m your father!” The half elf complained, though he didn’t reach for the girl, instead reaching for Damrot, who smiled and hugged his papo, especially since he was acting a fool. “Damrot! Damrot, do you see? She bullies me so much!”

“It is because you are her father, she bullies you so,” Jurot said.

Adam glanced aside, flushing lightly. “I suppose so…”

‘So this is the Crazy Father…’ the Iyrman thought, for though they had only met for a few moments, all the tales were confirmed. The Iyrmen himself had to stop himself from reacting to the half elf peppering the boy with so many kisses, for he was a Nephew of the Rot family, and the father of many Iyrmen, so no stranger.

Virot glared towards her father, who wanted to spoil her, but instead used his greatest ability to temper the girl, spending time with Damrot, causing Virot to tolerate her father.

As they made to leave the park to take the children back to nap, the half elf picked up his daughter, who struggled lightly, but stopped upon seeing her father’s face.

“I love you,” Adam said, leaning in to kiss her cheek tenderly.

“Daddy!” Virot complained angrily, but she grabbed his head and angrily kissed his cheek in return, as though threatening to kiss him further if he acted up.

“Virot, even if you’re a little mean, I know you love me,” Adam said, smiling warmly at the girl, though there was a sadness of wanting to see more of that love.

The girl huffed, turning her head, but as she did, she side eyed her father with a playful smirk, for she was her sister’s sister. The half elf smiled wider, though it caused his daughter to complain for her mother, who lifted her up and held her close.

“You silly girl! You bullied dahddy so much!” Jirot said upon her return, for though she did not see it, and no one spoke it, she knew it to be true.

“Kekeke!”

Jirot reached up to her forehead, meeting her father’s gaze for a moment, the girl feeling the guilt within her heart, sighing. “What do you want me to do, dahddy? She is too cute.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Adam mused.

“Yes,” the girl replied, knowing she was right.

“…”

“…”