Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Another?” Chosen asked, reaching out to accept the magical longsword from his cousin. The blade was a touch thinner, a touch longer, a touch prettier, but that was to be expected, for it was formed from his nephew’s touch. It was a beautiful blade, Chosen thought, noting the etching a rose upon the pommel, the young man smiling slightly, his eyes slowly trailing towards the little boy, who was standing before his younger sister, tail slumped in apprehension.

“Am I so cheap that I’ll only offer you one or two magical weapons?” Adam replied, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Besides, this one is a Greater Enhanced sword, the other was Basic Enhanced, so you can’t compare them.”

“It is still a fine blade, a blade which is more than enough for the likes of a simple Master like myself.”

“Since you’ve become a Master, you should have a weapon that suits that title. If you don’t want it, I’ll let Tana have both the swords then.”

“It is a beautiful blade, which I will accept with gratitude,” Chosen replied, bowing his head lightly, replacing his previous blade with this new sword, feeling the great tingle of magic within it.

Yes.

It is this blade in which he shall cleave his name into the sky.

Tonagek spied his reflection from the blade, feeling it’s powerful tingling magic running through him, and as his eyes trailed to the side, towards the boy’s tail which lay before him, he inhaled sharply. At one point in time, that boy may have become his own brother. As his eyes then trailed towards Danagek and Dagek, guilt bloomed within his heart.

“I will return soon,” Tanagek assured, hugging each of them, before allowing the boys to return to their father, who accepted their affection, and allowed them to hold the sword lent to him by another family.

Once Adam had passed the weapons along, from Jurot, to Kitool, and even handing one to Taygak, he noted the appearance of his grandaunt. “I’m ashamed, grandaunt, but I will make sure the Enchanter provides you a new arm.”

“I am fine with one arm,” the woman replied, reaching up to ruffle his hair. She was tall and strong, and would have been a beautiful woman if not for the huge scar across her left eye and down the side of her neck. Her left arm, too, was missing, having given it up for the Mad Dog’s life after he had lost his leg. “I am not as weak as the Mad Dog, such I require two arms to wield a fine blade.”

“Then I hope…” Adam paused a moment, considering how many weapons he had in his possession. “I will ask Karot to sketch a sword for you, and I will be sure it is enchanted with an enchantment that should be worthy of being wielded by you.”

The old woman smiled, ruffling his hair once more. “Do we have such shame to beg you for more when you have gifted so much?”

“To think you would refuse your grandnephew’s affection,” Adam replied.

Otkan narrowed her eyes, brushing his cheek with a wrinkled finger. “It seems you have become so good at talking.”

“I am my daughter’s father.”

“Daddy, daddy!” Jirot called, rushing up to her father, snatching his hand within her own. “Where are you going?”

“I’m just heading to the business to let them know I’ll be going for a bit,” Adam said, though he also wished to speak with George.

“I will come too!” Jirot said, squeezing his hand, as though hoping this was a way to remain within the Iyr.

The half elf smiled, and he walked with her to where the various workers made their homes within the Front Iyr, revealing his twins to them, though his wife and his grandfather had also accompanied him.

Meanwhile, a little girl walked up to her grandmother.

“A gem?” Sonarot replied.

“I must protect papa and kaka,” the girl replied simply.

‘Ah,’ Sonarot thought, for there was only one gem the girl could speak of. It was her gem, so the Iyr had relented, though it was currently up to her, Adam, and Vonda whether the girl could claim it before she was a woman. At six years old, Sonarot thought perhaps the girl was a little too young to be wielding one of the most dangerous artefacts in the world. “There is no need for it, for your father is stronger than the gem.”

Konarot blinked. She supposed that was true and she turned to look to Kirot and Karot, who were currently greeting their papos and kakos. She reached up and held her grandmother’s hands, feeling the roughness that was so common within the Iyr. The little girl, the eldest of Adam’s children, frowned, but had to relent, for her grandmother was right, her daddy was strong, and she was a big girl now, and was, of course, a good girl.

As the five stepped into the estate of the business, they noticed all the workers remained, for Lani and Korin had recently prepared to leave, and so they understood today was the time the half elf would step out.

“We shall be leaving today,” Adam said, greeting them all, checking on each different group, until he finally approached the children, walking up to one in particular. He was a boy, and sat near Lead Fred, the boy wearing a necklace which held a sapphire. “I assume that upon my return, it won’t be too long until you have a new tongue.”

The boy’s gasp was stilted, like many of his words, yet they came out swiftly from the gem. “Yes! Thank you, mister Adam!”

Adam smiled a little wider, his eyes darting around the children, who had apparently only just found out he was leaving. “I hope that you’ll all be good. If I hear from mister Gimon that you haven’t been helping him with the gardening, I’ll be disappointed.”

“Yes, mister Adam,” came the chorus of children.

After the half elf high fived the children one by one, he made to leave, only to find the four were currently settling themselves near the Golden Savages. As his shadow loomed over them, Jirot pretend not to notice, but eventually, the girl accepted her father’s arms, pouting slightly as he held her.

“Daddy, can Vasera come too?”

“If she comes along with us, will you behave?”

“Just a little bit.”

Adam smiled, planting a kiss on her head, then did the same for his son, who remained as silent as death. The half elf tensed up. “Okay. Are you all ready to leave?”

“We will need but a few minutes,” Vasera replied, for they were all adorned in their full plate, and thus only required their packs.

The half elf waited for them since his daughter was in no rush. Thankfully, it allowed Dunes to also give his greetings, though he had planned to head there when the half elf had arrived.

“You may cause some trouble in Aswadasad,” Dunes joked, hugging the girl, doing the same for little Jarot.

“No! I will not!” Jirot said, half in a panic. “I am a good girl!”

“Ah, of course.”

“Of coas…”

“Little Jarot…”

“Ahm.”

Dunes looked down at the boy, who looked up towards him with expectant eyes, for the boy did not wish to leave, and yet, he had to. Dunes dropped to a knee and placed a hand upon the boy’s cheek, rubbing it tenderly. “My nephew is so handsome, I am worried he will end up breaking many hearts.”

Little Jarot looked down, pouting slightly, though his cheeks turned a gentle crimson, and he gave into his ahm’s arms, the pair hugging tight.

“Ranya, Enisa, you cannot miss this ahm of yours too much,” Adam said, lifting the little girls up, who hugged him tight, their horns tickling his cheeks, the girls hugging him tight.

“Ahm going?”

“Ahm is going.”

“Oh dear. Ranya so sad.”

“I know, I know, but I will buy you a lovely longsword when I go, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Enisa, what do you want?”

“Peppers.”

“Ah. Of course.”

“Of coas,” she said, with another speaking it along the wind.

As the group stepped out, the others notice the gloom which infected the half elf, and Dunes watched after them. He sighed, noticing his wife’s gaze on him, but he shook his head, for it was not the time for him to leave. He only hoped their hearts would heal soon.

As he returned back to the shared estate, finding many of the Iyrmen ready to leave, he allowed Jirot and Jarot to flee from his arms, and he approached his youngest two, or rather, his youngest five.

Virot gasped. The girl rushed to her mother, grabbing her trouser. “No?”

“I must go,” Vonda said.

Virot gasped once more. The girl rushed to her grandmother, grabbing her trouser. “No?”

“I must go,” Sonarot said.

Virot gasped once more. Then, after twitching in thought, the girl’s face contorted to cry. “Mama! Nana! Mama! Huu!”

Damrot also cried, though Jurot lifted the boy up, who almost instantly stopped, though a pout painted his lips. The pair hugged tight, and then Damrot hugged his uncle.

“You have to look after Virot and make sure she doesn’t cause too much trouble, okay?”

“Okeh…” The boy sniffled. “Papo…”

“I know, I know, isn’t your papo so mean? I’ll bring you back a special gift, okay?”

“Okay.”

“What would little Damrot like?”

“Sealed?”

“Shield?”

The boy nodded.

Adam smiled and then handed the boy to his mother, the boy settling himself against her bosom, only to gasp when informed she was leaving too, and a torrent of tears slipped from his eyes.

“Perhaps I should stay…” Pam said.

“You must go too,” Jurot said, partly because he wanted to spoil her, partly because Jirot and Jarot would be comfortable with her presence, and partly because he wanted to spoil her.

The young cousins also greeted Lanarot and Amalrot, and then their elder siblings and cousins, from Nirot to Faool, who were also stepping out.

Taygak allowed her sisters to hold onto her sword, until finally they had to leave, and she brought them all into a deep hug. It lasted for too long, although in many estimations, not long enough, as she stepped out with the rest of the Iyrmen. It was this sword, she thought, which they would one day wield. She would need to gain a great tale with it this year.

“You must be good for nanas and babas, and kakos and papos, and nanos and babos, okay?” Jirot said, her heart aching deeply as she held her sobbing sister, who wailed and cried.

“Kaka! Kaka!” Virot cried.

“I will be back soon,” little Jarot assured, his body cold, but he held little Damrot within his arms, the boy also wailing.

“Larot, you must watch over your papas and kakas well,” Jirot said, the girl hugging her hornless brother, though he was equally as beautiful as the Gaks. She planted a kiss on his forehead. “You silly boy! You cannot miss me too much, okay?”

“…”

“Huu!” The girl stared down at her brother, wincing, but as the boy hugged her close, the girl stifled her sobbing as she shambled away.

“Come home safely!” came the chorus as the children waved at those who were to step out, each now hidden away within their carriages, which rolled out towards the business.

Jirot and Jarot clutched their nano tightly, hiding their heads within her bosom, the old woman’s arms wrapped around them. She stared down at the children and hoped that the magical blade at her side would be enough to help her.

Laygak sat opposite his sister, his eyes then trailing out the window, ashamed that his sister, still not yet tattooed, would be so deep in thought about making a name for herself at this time. ‘There are many hearts at stake this journey. It must be why the Iyr has formed such a unit.’

When was the last time the Iyr had formed such a powerful unit? Not even when they had massacred the Aswadians at the magical forest had they brought so many Paragons. Laygak hoped the Aswadians knew better than to speak of such a matter at this time.#