Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

‘Nice.’

Strength Save

D20 + 8 = 24 (16)

Adam, struck against his side and shield from an unknown force, slid towards a tree. He braced himself against it, his thighs aching from slowing him down, and he turned his head towards the creature, a familiar creature. A lizard the size of a tiger with scales all across its back, seemingly made of stone. It’s stone scales matched the armour the porters wore. 

Battle Order

D20 + 1 = 5 (4)

Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

Health: 69 -> 74

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 11 (1)

D20 + 10 = 19 (9)

Critical hit!

Wraith: 3 -> 2

Mana: 16 -> 15

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 26 (2, 4)(1, 1)(3, 6)

26 damage!

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 15 (5)

D20 + 10 = 27 (17)

Hit!

Wraith: 2 -> 1

Mana: 15 -> 14

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 32 (3, 5)(4, 5)(1, 5)

32 damage!

Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 15 (15)

D20 + 10 = 27 (19)

Hit!

Wraith: 1 -> 0

Mana: 14 -> 13

Ability: Divine Smite

4D6 + 4D6 + 4D6 + 9 = 55 (2, 4, 5, 5)(3, 4, 5, 6)(3, 4, 5, 5)

55 damage!

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 11 (1)

D20 + 10 = 25 (15)

Hit!

Mana: 13 -> 12

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 24 (1, 4)(5, 5)

24 damage!

As though carving a cake, Adam’s magical axe cut across the kurabara’s neck, dropping it near instantly as the creature tried to ram him against the tree. The half elf in purple marched forward towards the other beasts, which had slammed against the farmers, almost forcing them into the tower, where the awaiting Hope was ready to strike, before his axe sliced against their sides. 

He cut one kurabara’s neck so deeply its head dropped to the floor, before he marched to another, grabbing its head as it rammed against Remy’s shield, slicing down through its skull, allowing it to drop beside him. He glanced backwards to see the Iyrmen had also cleaved through the creatures with ease, the dozen or so creatures finding themselves dead in almost an instant. 

Victory!

XP Gained: +50

XP: 15 050 -> 15 100

The farmers watched as the death filled the land around them. The Hope and Rays were ready to assist, as kurabaras were awkward to deal with, but apparently Adam by his lonesome could kill each one with a single blow, while the Iyrmen around were eager to slaughter the creatures. 

“The soldiers are not sending out routine patrols,” Jaygak said, cleaning Great Moon, glancing across the death they caused as though it were a minor inconvenience. 

“They are weary of the villagers,” Jurot replied. 

“The loyalty of the villagers to the order must be taken into consideration,” Kitool added. 

“Let’s split the kurabaras the same way we did before,” Adam said, glancing towards the Hope and Vasera, who had remained at the ready, though hadn’t dared to step forward to deny the Iyrmen their fun. 

“Okay,” Jurot replied.

‘…’ Remy exhaled, glad the half elf had come to assist him when he had. Within his armour, he would have been far more eager to fight, but most of the group had stripped out of their armour, ready to retire for the night, though there were a few still in their armour for first watch.

‘Did they punch a kurabara to death?’ Cobra thought, her eyes going from Kitool to Faool, the pair having used their staffs, but also their fists.

‘My back hurts,’ Adam thought, stretching out his back, feeling a bruise at his side where the kurabara had crashed into him. 

Stone Sword remained silent, having been ready to draw his blade, yet having no need to do so. ‘…’ He had no idea the group was this vicious. His eyes fell across the Iyrmen, who held greater abilities than he expected. 

Brittany pulled out the arrow from the kurabara’s eye. She cleaned it, noting it was still good enough to use. ‘That was a good hit…’

The group continued their journey, the deaths of the kurabaras but a blip. They carried the kurabara bits as they made their way towards Red Oak, choosing to ignore Ever Green. 

The minor fort overlooked the road from atop the hill, allowing them to see from miles all around. It was made of raised earth, thin wooden logs settled within the earth formed the walls, and several towers with archers kept an eye on all angles. 

The soldiers here wore thick chain mail and wielded longspears and shields, though the archers wore lighter chain, and carried with them longbows and shortswords at their sides. 

A horn thundered as the group approached, before a guard shouted at them. “Halt!” The guard glared at them through his helmet. “State your name and your business!”

‘Right…’ Adam glanced towards Vonda, who stepped forward to reveal her status as a Ray.

The Commander wore full plate from head to toe, with a large cape, a deep pink with a hint of purple. The carvings against the commander’s full plate revealed her allegiance, and her family. At her side she wore a longsword, the hilt a pale pink ribbon. She removed her helmet to reveal her pretty face, the young woman’s lightly tan skin only amplified her pearly white smile and her striking green eyes, which were almost like the first blades of grass one would see after the snow. 

“I see you have gained the title of Ray,” the Commander said, smiling a particular smile. It was a smile which held the slight touch of suspicion. 

“I am Ray Vonda of Life’s Rose,” Vonda replied, flashing a smile. “It is good to see you are in good health, Lady Marcia Peachgrove.”

“I hold the title of Commander now, Ray Vonda. It is good to see you are well too.” The Commander’s eyes remained focused on the Ray. She had allowed them to pass through, and as far as she knew, the land knew of the group and the company they kept. “Your caravan has increased…” The Commander’s eyes fell across the Hope and the Rays. ‘…’ Then her eyes fell across the figure who was obviously the Golden Savage. ‘…’

The soldiers recognised the Hope and Rays, and some even recognised the Golden Savage and the Laughing Hyena. Whispers fell through them, the rumours spreading through the camp like a ripple within lake. 

‘What?’

“The business of the United Kindom has expanded to include these children, who are currently considered VIPs.”

“Vee eye peas?”

“Very important people,” Vonda replied, still smiling politely. 

Commander Marcia slowly bowed her head, glancing across the group to find a peculiar figure. “You are the new Marshal of East Port?”

“I am Marshal Fisher Black,” the Marshal replied, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Marshal… Stone Sword?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing here, Marshal?”

“I’m merely keeping an eye out on the business,” the Marshal replied, deciding against saying more.

“May I ask why the Hope and Rays have come to our fort?”

“We are escorting the children to the business,” the Hope replied.

‘…’ The Commander thought about the recent reports she had received. She had heard word that something had happened in East Port recently, that the Marshal of the East had been moved. ‘That was Marshal Benjamin, was it not?’

“May we enter the fort?” Ray Vonda asked, holding out the gem worth one hundred gold. “It has been a long travel.”

“I would not deny a Ray,” the Commander said, accepting the gem, her eyes upon the group as they entered. 

The Hope noted the nearby woman and the group of archers settled within the fort. Hope Willow approached the older woman, who stood up and placed a hand over her heart.

“How may I assist a Hope?” Sir Katherine asked.

“I merely wished to give my greetings, Sir Katherine,” Hope Willow said, removing her helmet. 

Sir Katherine had though she wasn’t the same Hope. “It is my honour to meet you, Fourth Hope.”

Hope Willow smiled. “I will pray there will be no more warring across the land, for your arrows will certainly bring much death.”

“I am also sorry that such death may occur.”

“I have heard only good things from the Third Hope of your abilities.”

“It was my honour, and my pleasure, to assist Hope Lily during the recent clashes against Aswadasd.” Sir Katherine wondered what the Hope was doing with the group which had returned, noting the fellow in purple, and the grandchildren of Mad Dog. ‘Why is a Hope travelling with the grandchildren of that man?’

As evening fell across the fort, the children stared at the soldiers. The previous fort they had passed through were filled with general soldiers of Floria, the elite squads having been sent elsewhere for the moment. However, even these children had heard of the Whirlwind Arrows, some of the best archers across all the land. 

“Wow…”

“It’s the Whirlwind Arrows.”

“Yeah, the Whirlwind Arrows!” 

“They says the Commander’s the daughter of the Storm Petal Knight!”

“Whoa!”

Brittany heard the group speak of the archers with such reverence. ‘Should I ask for that competition?’

Lucy remained silent, noting the look on Adam’s face. The young half elf was sitting, his arms crossed, deep in thought. 

‘Kurabaras aren’t that strong,’ Adam thought, but in the same way that a tiger wasn’t strong compared to an Iyrman. ‘Should I pick a fight with the Whirlwind Arrow?’

He glanced at his Omen.

2, 20

‘I don’t even need to look at the target…’

‘Adam,’ Lucy thought. ‘Please stop thinking whatever you’re thinking!’

I really did roll that much damage...