Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

The heat of rage filled Vice Commander Kris Huntsmaster, rising within his heart, flowing beyond into every pore of his body. This place was a place full of hope, and though the figures from Life’s Rose had stepped away recently, it was with the promise to send the First Hope instead. This place, which was a stone’s throw away from Rock Hill, was to remind them all what was at stake.

That stake did not include the likes of a goblin or a demon!

“Sir Melinda, with me!” Kris shouted, as their blades moved in unison, ready to strike at the half elf.

“Yes!” Melinda shouted, her body having already moved from the words of her master, who had trained her since she was a little girl. Under his guidance, the guidance of the First Vice Commander of the Thousand Hunts, she had gained great insight and abilities, to the point that those who stood beside her could feel a warmth which guarded them from the might of great magics.

She was certain she would have landed a blow, but it bounced off against an invisible force, but thankfully her master’s blade struck true, the glowing blade exploding against the young man’s side, thunderous force rocking through his body, the flash of holy magics bursting through his body. Had the young man been the average Expert, he would have surely fallen from such a mighty blow, though he at least stepped back, coughing out.

“You should have stepped back when you had the chance, boy,” Kris stated, pressing forward, swinging his blade, which clattered against the half elf’s armour and magic.

“You know what really hurts?” Adam asked, his voice barely a whisper. “My daughter has a really good memory…”

Kris’ magic flowed through his blade, a slight confusion filling him, a chill running through his spine.

“So make sure you watch carefully,” Adam stated.

Adam inhaled deeply, focusing, before he swung his axe. This was not just any axe he swung.

It was Vengeance.

The axe was the most dangerous weapon he had created, so dangerous, he had promised to return back to the Iyr once he was done.

Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

Health: 68 -> 73

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 12 (2)

D20 + 10 = 16 (6)

The Divines were truly poking fun of Adam. The young woman, Melinda, was wearing breastplate over lighter chain. The Defence of such an armour was one higher than chain mail, chain mail itself was 16.

The Divine could not laugh, however, for Adam could feel another hand upon his, and pushed his axe forward.

“Where are you looking?” His cherry blade locked within the Priest’s blade, feeling a slight annoyance that his opponent had dared to glance to the side.

“I have guaranteed it,” Dunes said, before his entire attention fell to the Oathsworn before him, who hadn’t realised just how much Dunes had held back. It was then the Priest of War decided to Critical Hit twice, once with a typical attack, another spurred by the will of his Lady, but each Critical Hit was thanks to the blade within his hand.

D20 + 10 = 16 (6)

Ability: Lady Arya’s Blessing

16 + 10 = 26

Hit!

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Mana: 24 -> 21

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 21 -> 20

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 45 (6 + 19 + 11)

45 damage!

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 24 (14)

D20 + 10 = 27 (17)

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Mana: 20 -> 17

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 17 -> 16

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 44 (7 + 23 + 5)

44 damage!

Adam could only think of attacking in that moment, and though he didn’t want to hold back, there was still the issue of trying to survive once he was done. Even though he had taken a Critical Hit, he still had most of his Health, and thanks to his plentiful Mana supply, he had more than enough Mana to get out of the situation if it was needed.

Except, right now, if nothing else, if he could only kill one person, and leave after that, it needed to be her.

“Watch carefully,” Adam said, as his axe struck between the chink of her helmet to her neck, and his blade flashed white hot, and black cold, peeling away her skin. The woman screamed, but it was quickly silenced as Adam dug his blade further into her neck, crushing against her throat. He hoisted out his axe, his axe shaking slightly as the bone crunched. Kris cried out, and swung his blade towards the half elf, as the gentle thump broke through the noise of the combat.

“No,” Adam said. “I’m not done yet.”

Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

Tough Spirit: 1 -> 0

2D6 + 8 = 15 (7)

Health: 73 -> 88

“Even if I die this day,” Adam said, his body tensing up and relaxing in an instant, the half elf pushing forward through his limits. “I hope your nightmares don’t cease, you bastard.”

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 19 (9)

D20 + 10 = 20 (10)

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Mana: 16 -> 13

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 13 -> 12

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 35 (4 + 16 + 6)

36 damage!

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 12 (2)

D20 + 10 = 26 (16)

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Mana: 13 -> 10

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 13 -> 9

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 35 (4 + 18 + 4)

35 damage!

The half elf and the Oathsworn clashed again, Vengeance against his magical blade. Adam’s blade flashed hot and cold as he pushed the Vice Commander back, who could barely feel his skin flaking away, or the heat within his bones.

“You wicked fiend! How dare you!” Kris roared, his blade growing heavier with each blow, bouncing off Adam’s shield.

“Can you feel it?” Adam asked. “The fever? The rage? The feeling of powerlessness?”

Kris called forth his magic, his blade shaking violently, exploding with magic as he swung towards the half elf.

Defence: 25

The chances of Kris bypassing Adam’s Defence was roughly a quarter. With two blows, in one round, he had half a chance for one hit.

His blade bounced off Adam’s shield.

“What? Did you think I’d be as easy to kill as a child?” Adam whispered.

Kris could barely understood what the half elf was saying, so consumed by his rage. “There will be no place for you in Lord Sozain’s embrace, you demon!”

“You should have lowered your gaze, just like the First Hope, you fucker.”

“You incorrigible beast!” Kris snarled, still barely understanding what Adam said.

Fighting Spirit: 2 -> 1

Health: 88 -> 93

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 24 (1)

D20 + 10 = 27 (17)

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Mana: 13 -> 10

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 13 -> 9

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 46 (10 + 16 + 11)

46 damage!

Attack: Vengeance (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 24 (2)

D20 + 10 = 27 (18)

Ability: Vengeance (Weapon)

Harm: 3

3D6 = 4 (1, 1, 2)

Health: 93 -> 89

Ability: Divine Smite

Mana: 9 -> 8

2D6 + 6D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 44 (7 + 25 + 3)

44 damage!

“Give Lord Zaladhin my apologies, and Baktu my regards,” Adam said, his heart beating slowly, his entire body full of a deep warmth. A calmness filled the half elf as he focused, and his blade struck with such a might, Kris stumbled backwards. Adam thought to add more fuel to the fire, but he exhaled. As his axe slipped through the gap between the First Vice Commander’s armour, Adam closed his eyes, feeling the gentle pain which slipped through him, the flow of his Mana, and the memories.

Time fell still.

There was only a lightness against his chest. A lightness formed of the two bundles, each of whom sucked their thumbs. They held one another’s hands, for without Jirot, there was no Jarot, and without Jarot, there was no Jirot.

He could feel the lightness against his lap. It was that of a boy who glared at the world in annoyance. Even so, he ate from the spoon so peacefully.

Yet, even as the body piled against the other, would that stop the nightmares?

Would Jarot begin to eat again?

Adam had replayed the scene a thousand times in his head. No matter what happened that day, he was going to kill Melinda first.

He had done it.

Not only did he kill Melinda, he had killed Kris too. Even as the words of prayer tried to bring Kris back, there was no way, for he was certainly dead.

Wisdom Save

D20 + 4 = 14 (10)

The emptiness filled Adam. A heaviness pressed against his shoulders, pushing down his chest, his gut, his legs, and his feet began to sink.

He knew it.

He knew that killing them wouldn’t make things better.

Elder Peace stared at the half elf, who had fallen still, while the battle raged all around him. It only stopped when Adam’s grief filled the air, the half elf screaming into the void that swallowed him, falling onto his knees, with the understanding that no matter what he had done, it didn’t change the fact that his children had been killed thanks to his negligence.

Death could not wash away his shame.

The fighting paused for a moment, and the shock filled the air. It hadn’t been long since the fight had started, and many had focused upon the other fights, those of King Merryweather, the Bearded Dragon, and the Mad Dog. There was something else Elder Peace had realised during the fight, something, to her, which was even more terrifying.

Dunes, you’re a real one.