Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

The screaming was to be expected. They were the Iyr, so they knew to prepare well, especially when it came to matters like this. They did not underestimate this one, considering this one’s family.

The Mad Dog.

The Crazy Father.

The Demon Lord.

Indeed, as Virot tossed away the cup, screaming and crying, they understood.

She would not be so simple to deal with.

“Kaka! Papa!” the girl screamed and wailed. It had not been the first time since the girl had missed her sister and her brother, but this time without even her eldest siblings, the force of nature that was Virot, who was perhaps even more troublesome than her elder sister, caused a storm of trouble within the Main Iyr.

At first they had thought, since it had been so long since she had spent such time in the Main Iyr, she would need a few days to settle, however, she was her sister’s sister, her father’s daughter, her greatfather’s greatdaughter.

Yet, this was the Iyr.

Indeed, to defeat the one known as Virot, they needed to call upon the aid of a figure.

She loomed over the girl, the tattoos upon her forehead which revealed who she was. As the girl spotted the tattoos, she instantly stopped crying, noting her face, which seemed so familiar, and then the tattoos, which were those of her grandmother, the blue circle, the blue diamonds.

“Who is it that has made my granddaughter cry so?” the woman asked, reaching down to wipe away the girl’s tears.

Virot blinked.

“Have you forgotten my face already? When you were so little, you would smile so mischievously to me, and you would call me nana so adoringly.”

“Nana?” Virot called, and even now, she recalled their last meeting not long ago.

“Do you remember?”

Virot’s face contorted, for even if she was her nana, she was not her nana, and the girl held up her finger like a dagger. “No!”

Damrot blinked, having accepted the woman as her nana, but as Virot threatened her, the boy pouted, for how could she be their nana?

“To think even you could not deal with her,” a woman said. She was a woman which caused the two to pause, for she looked so much like their grandmother, yet her tattoos were so unlike her own, instead, the tattoos were those of a particularly foolish papo of theirs. Yet, even with the face of their grandmother, even with such familiar tattoos, the girl returned to her screaming and crying, for she was not so easily fooled.

“No one can deny you are not your sister’s sister,” Mirot joked, as Fonasen sighed, for if even she could not calm the girl’s heart, they could only admit they had underestimated the girl.

Yet, a shadow loomed upon them. It was a shadow firm, unrelenting, and as she marched her way to the crying girl, the others gave way.

“No! You cannot bully Virot!” she commanded, lifting the girl up into her arms, the tiny girl peeking up towards the giant form, still sniffling.

“Kako!”

“Virot, I am here!” Kavgak declared, planting a firm kiss upon her forehead, and then held her tight within her powerful arms. “Damrot! Okay?”

The boy sniffled, the tears no longer slipping down his cheek. “Okay.”

Kavgak held her niece within her arms, feeling the weight of the girl, and yet she refused to let go. She looked down at Virot, who sucked on her thumb, and rested her head against her shoulder, this niece of hers who was so troublesome.

Yet, she forgave the girl within her heart, just this once, and forever more.

After all, she was a big girl now. She was five years old, just like their kaka.

Mirot looked down at the note from her niece, who was now an Elder.

‘Do not worry. I have made the appropriate preparations.’