Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

Wow!

The Half Elf tapped the word on in her book. Adam turned to face her, having not noticed the arrival of the dark skinned Half Elf. She wore long, thick robes, dark green and brown, and her staff rested beside her. It was made of a dark wood, with a gem settled at the top. 

“Oh, hey Tariel,” Adam said, blinking at her. “You’re still about?”

The young Half Elf tapped another word in her book.

Yes.

“Been a while, have you been well?”

Yes.

“Anything interesting happen?”

Yes.

Tariel then shifted through her book to begin writing once more, while Adam glanced aside to find Jurot had decided to step aside, following the Chief away. He had mentioned most things within the story, though kept the specifics of the other world light.

I spoke with the Dragons.

“Oh, that’s nice. They treating you well?”

She flipped back to the beginning of her book.

Yes.

“That’s good. The Iyr too?”

Yes.

“Cool. What did you talk to the Dragons about?”

She tapped a separate word next to where she wrote Yes. Life.

“Oh, cool.” Adam slowly nodded his head. 

She tapped another line nearby. My hand hurts, sorry.

“Oh, well I’m sorry for chatting so much,” Adam replied, awkwardly. “What happened to your hand?”

She flipped to the back of the book to write something anew.

“No, no, if your hand hurts, you can tell me another time. I have some healing through some of my abilities, do you need any?”

Yes.

Adam held out his hand and the Half Elf placed her own into his hand, before Adam sent warmth magic out towards her.

Lay on Hands: 30 -> 20

“There you go,” Adam said, pulling his hand away from hers. “Feeling better?”

Yes. Thank you. 

“Any time.” Adam flashed a smile her way while she continued to write. 

Meanwhile, Jurot sat opposite the Chief, eating some of the hard snacks on offer. The Chief had eventually understood why everyone was looking towards the beautiful woman, especially after seeing Lord Stokmar and her speak to one another. 

“Are you certain?” the Chief asked.

“It is confirmed.”

“She has admitted to it?”

“Yes.”

If it was Jurot saying it, the young man whose ability to see the similarities between parent and child was near perfect, then they had to take it seriously. If they believed it, and if Stokmar all but confirmed it, they would need to treat her as a serious threat. It would have been easy for them to deal with her, but unfortunately, the one figure who would want to speak to her was currently away. 

Once Jurot left, Chief Iromin leaned back. He chewed on his thoughts, and his snacks. ‘I picked the right time to be the Chief.’ Iromin thought about the once in a generation events which were happening right after one another. 

The Awakened Forest, Demon Lords, Great Twilights, the deaths of two Lords, the arrival of other various Lords to the Iyr, Crowseer’s arrival into the Iyr, and now even Emperor Hadda’s daughter, who had been confirmed to be dead, had arrived, alive.

‘Adam, you will be the end of me.’

Since Umbra was speaking with Stokmar at the time, the Chief accepted Crowseer’s request to come and speak with him that evening.

“It’s good to meet with you, Chief Iromin,” Crowseer said, placing his cane to one side, sitting opposite the Chief in the small room. 

“You wished to speak with me?”

“The Iyr sure is a wonderful place,” Crowseer said. “It’s been quite some time since we were allowed within its walls.”

Iromin had known that Crowseer had once come to the Iyr, but he was not privy to why. Such was the domain of Elder Story, and had been one of the reasons why he wanted to refuse Crowseer, but this time the Idol had specifically come to meet with him, the Chief. Iromin remained silent, waiting for Crowseer to continue.

Crowseer had almost forgotten that the Iyr was more patient than even himself, so decided against spending too long, even as a joke. “They’ve begun to notice the young man. The Divine placed a member to watch over him, but others have different plans. I can’t guarantee this won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” Iromin replied.

“I already know you know that much, but I thought I should also warn you…” Crowseer bowed his head lightly, with Maurice pulling her head back to look down at the Chief. “The world is beginning to react accordingly.”

“…” Iromin remained silent as he stared at the Idol. Crowseer’s eyes were closed, his hands clasped together as he thought. 

“I thought I should warn you that the status quo that you’ve maintained is beginning to crumble.,” Crowseer stated, opening his eyes slowly, cautiously. He stared into Iromin’s eyes.

Aldland and Aswadasad were perhaps two of the greatest powers in the entire world, each right beside one another. Aswadasad kept Aldland’s reach away from the east, and the Aldland distracted Aswadasad so it couldn’t extend its reach east either. The number of empires which had grown and fallen while these two empires, the two Dragons, had enjoyed relative stability over the course of two millennia, were near countless. 

How was it that two such great powers were able to remain on top for so long? Especially considering the hundreds of wars that had almost torn apart each nation, and the great calamities which would occur, at least once in a century, and yet, from the ruins, the two Dragons would rise again.

Yet, somehow, under the watchful eyes of the Iyrmen, two civil wars broke apart two of the greatest nations in perhaps the entire world? 

“We Iyrmen have eyes,” Iromin replied, simply. 

Crowseer’s lips twitched into a wide smirk. “It is not as though such a conflict doesn’t benefit you, however.”

“The Iyr’s secondary focus is on the stability of the nearby regions, and it will always remain secondary,” Iromin stated. 

“The Iyr’s alliance with Aldland is the longest standing alliance known between the land nations,” Crowseer said, speaking very particularly. Technically, the Iyr’s alliance with other realms has lasted longer, but he decided against speaking of something so dear when the Iyr was on such high alert. “I’d have thought you would have done more for Aldland.”

“King Merryweather has made no motions to come for the lands of the Iyr, and though our promise to the Blackwater family remains, we are currently not in the position to assist in fixing Aldland’s issues as we have done previously,” Iromin stated, firmly. He motioned a hand for Crowseer to eat some snacks. 

Crowseer picked up one of the snacks and held it up to Maurice, who snapped it between her beak and instantly swallowed it down. “I hadn’t realised that the Iyr had a connection to Grimraith.”

“The Iyr has many dealings,” Iromin replied, though he wasn’t sure the depths of Crowseer’s knowledge. “You seem to know much of the Iyr.”

“I know what I must know.”

“…”

“In the next few years, the landscape will shift,” Crowseer said. “The balance that the Iyr has maintained will be broken. Great Calamities will begin to fall from the sky. Will the Iyr continue to keep its blades hidden, or will it reveal its blades to the world?” The words of the Idol were merely thoughts he was saying out loud, not quite expecting a response from the Chief. “It may come to pass that all manner of ancient and hidden orders will begin to step out too.”

“The Iyr’s concerns are the Iyr’s concerns,” Iromin stated.

“The Iyr is not alone in this world.”

“The Iyr has never been alone in this world,” Iromin confirmed.

Crowseer realised his words were taken in a very different way, but he supposed he couldn’t do much against the Iyr’s words. The Iyr, which had only come to be shaped this way due to the influence of its mother, as well as the near genocide of its people. Crowseer bowed his head, hiding his eyes.

He was glad the Iyr hadn’t mentioned the Crowseer’s involvement during that time. Crowseer wasn’t sure if this future was ever expected by the individuals involved during that time. The Iyr, which had not forgiven those that had decided to almost wipe out its people, and had spent several centuries hunting the greatest Idols and even the Divine, for their transgressions.

“Ritetu made a mistake,” Crowseer said, pausing for a long while. “There are few mistakes the Lady of Balance has ever made. It seems the only mistakes she can make involve the Iyr, which has always shown grace towards her.”

“The debts were repaid,” Iromin stated, firmly.

“This time, her mistake was keeping an eye on Adam,” Crowseer continued. “Placing her daughter to watch over the boy was a mistake, especially since she passed along those scales.” Crowseer shook his head, though Maurice’s head remained still, staring down at the Chief. “Who would have thought that such a mistake would have caused so many other of the Divine to react, and would have led to the delicate Balance she had maintained to finally crumble.”

“Balance must be maintained,” Iromin said.

“There has been far too much Order for far too long, Chief Iromin,” Crowseer warned. The shadow of a smile appeared on his face. “The world is begging for a little more Chaos.”

Cringe.