Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

Virot slumped against her grandmother’s arm, which woke her up, the girl sucking her dummy angrily, before she slowly drifted off once more. Her uncle picked her up, causing her to fall deep into the warmth depths of slumber, and as he reached for Damrot, the Iyrman paused.

Adam caught Jurot’s look. “What? You can hold my daughter but I can’t even hold my own son?”

“He is my son,” Jurot whispered in return.

Adam winced in offence, planting a feather light kiss upon the boy’s forehead. “Try and take him from me.”

“Okay.”

“No, wait, never mind, I’ll forgive you.” Adam hoisted himself up to carry the boy away, while Sonarot and Mulrot followed. The pair placed the children down onto the thick blankets, while Sonarot and Mulrot prepared for sleep. Adam planted gentle kisses on their foreheads. “Mother Soza, please watch over my adorable twins. Baktu… you know. Maybe just… you know.”

Jurot exchanged a look with the half elf, who smiled innocently.

“Daddy!” Jirot charged her father as he returned back to the courtyard grabbing his hand, the half elf allowing his daughter to drag him away.

Adam dropped down where his daughter wanted, before she climbed atop his lap, clutching his collar tight. The smell of fresh bread filled the air, as dinner was cooked for the workers, their clothing stained with the sweat of effort. Adam smiled towards the awkward glances.

Jirot stuck her thumb into her mouth, before rubbing her cheek against her father’s. “Daddy, I am going to be strong as you.”

“Yes,” little Jarot agreed, cuddling against his father’s bicep, which was larger than most of the Iyrmen, whose bodies were more efficient.

“Of course, of course.” Adam wrapped his arms around his tiny green bundles, each who provided the half elf with endless joy. He rocked with them from side to side, his eyes glued to their amber eyes, which beamed with a happiness only they could know.

Jurot remained focused upon his brother, while he engulfed the twins in his affection. No one in the entirety of the Iyr, not even his own grandfather, had treated their children with such affection. Mad Dog’s adoration for his youngest son was well known through the Iyr, and yet Adam’s adoration shone brighter.

‘I should have taken him into my family when I had the chance,’ Rajin thought, but the thoughts were similar to the other older Iyrmen nearby, even those distant to Adam.

“You two, you have to be good for the Iyr, okay?” Adam urged.

“Okay!”

“You must listen to the Iyr, and you need to listen to mummy too.”

“Mummy is the strongest,” Jirot confirmed, nodding her head.

Adam smiled wide. “That’s right. Daddy has never beaten mummy before. She’s too beautiful, I can’t defeat her.”

“So beautiful!” Little Jarot smiled wider.

“Daddy! I always beat you up too!” Jirot cackled, causing her father to laugh too, before Adam brought them closer to his chest.

Jasmine stared at the half elf from the side, her eyes glued to his form. She turned to face Siten, who was covered head to toe, even his eyes. She thought about what she had seen, something beyond possibility. A man younger than herself had managed to slay a Grand Commander of an Order, and not just any Order, but the man who was once the Grand Commander of the Thousand Hunts. ‘Prince Morkarai… is this why?’

Rick could feel the gazes upon his skin, but he ignored them, tipping his helmet as he walked around the fort, eventually taking his place to one side. He exchanged a look with Fred, who raised his brows in a particular manner, and Rick slowly nodded his head.

‘Damn, eh?’

‘Damn, eh.’

The whole conversation they spoke with their look said more than just the four words, but they were enough. Rick recalled his time in the other realm, where they had almost died to a dragon, only for the half elf and his companions to beat her. It was about the time when he met one of the Lesser Divine, Lady Ulaveil, Lady Elaveil, the Goddess of Balance’s daughter.

Rick let out a sigh, allowing the surprise to flow through it, his shoulders relaxing. ‘No need to think about it.’

There were others who had seen Adam’s ridiculous feat, many who hadn’t met one of the Divine. Chief Merl stared up at the ceiling within her room, her entire body almost frozen. She blinked, shuddering at the sight, recalling what the previous Chief had told her.

‘Beware a crimson river,’ the previous Chief had warned.

‘It looked pretty damn crimson to me.’

As the day passed, the Iyrmen stripped the equipment off the dead bodies. Shasen carried the woman to the side, away from every other body. He placed her down, praying lightly over her body, to both Lord Sozain and Lord Zaladhin.

“May you fight in Damnation for eternity,” Shasen finished, sipping the sour wine Rajin had gifted him. He winced as he continued to sip the wine over the corpse, his heart weighed down by the grief, only tempered by his duty to the Iyr.

“I should have remembered we were going to be tasked with this,” Laygak said, holding up the dead body of one of the figures, while Faool unstrapped the armour.

“It is our honour to fight and clean up,” Faool stated, before peeking up at Laygak’s face, the horned Iyrman letting out a sigh. “We are also able to claim some items.”

“That’s why I haven’t complained more!”

As the Iyrmen cleaned up the land, the businessfolk finally retired for the evening, having completed their extended shift, having found it too awkward to remain within the fort.

“What! How you can do this to me, kako?” Jirot asked, clenching her fists as she glared up towards the Demon Lord.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I would roll so well!” Lucy replied, smiling nervously.

“How you can do this to me?”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to, Jirot.”

“I forgive you, just this once, because you are so pretty,” Jirot huffed, holding up her finger threateningly.

“You are so magnanimous!”

“Yes! I am so mangamus. You understand?”

“I understand,” Lucy replied seriously, doing her best not to burst out into laughter.

“How I can be so mangamus? It is because I am so delightful? So gorgeous?” Jirot clutched her die tight in hand, her arms crossed behind her back as she stared at the sky. “I am so amazing. It is so troublesome.”

‘You’re too good at distracting yourself,’ Lucy thought.

Little Jarot blinked up towards Mara, who smiled innocently. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I won…”

“There is no need to apologise when you are victorious,” Mara assured, reaching over to brush the boy’s hair. “Since you are victorious, you should treat me well.”

“Okay.” The boy smiled shyly up towards Mara.

“I will bring some treats,” Mara said, brushing the boy’s cheek, before allowing Lucy to spoil him too. Once she returned, with the gaze of several Iyrmen upon her, she dropped down beside the twins. “You have to wash your hands.”

“Where is kako Lana?” Jirot asked.

“I have brought this bread for us,” Mara said, placing a finger over her lip. “Let’s wash our hands and eat.”

“You sound like daddy. Always washing my hands. I wash my hands before I play! I wash my hands after I play! I wash my hands before I read! I wash my hands after I read! I wash my hands before eating! I wash my hands after eating!”

“Do you want to have dirty hands?” Mara asked.

“No!” Jirot held up a threatening finger. “My hands are clean!”

“Hands are easily dirtied, so we must wash them. That is what your father said, and your mother.”

“Since mummy say it…” Jirot pouted, but she allowed Mara to help her wash her hands.

Mara washed her own hands and assisted little Jarot, cleaning his bottle too, before finally tearing a small thumbful of bread. “You have to treat me since you were so victorious. I would like to feed you and to be fed by you. Will you do it? Just a little?”

Jarot pouted slightly, but he opened his mouth, allowing the woman to feed him, pulling away after the first thumbful of bread. Mara handed him the bread, opening her mouth, and the boy fed her in return. Jirot also fed Lucy, but was quickly distracted by little Jarot making to cry, pulling away from Mara.

“Okay, no more,” Mara said, biting the bread out of the boy’s hand, but little Jarot continued to cry.

“What you did to my papa?” Jirot asked, her eyes narrowing sharply towards the woman, grabbing her brother into a tight embrace, shielding him from the world.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” Adam called, approaching the group in their little corner, while his son’s wailing called to him. “What happened?”

“I fed him bread, but he did not wish for more,” Mara replied.

“How much did he eat?” Adam asked as Mara drew across her palm, revealing the amount of bread Jarot ate. “So much bread! No wonder you’re crying! You did such a great job and no one praised you?”

Persuasion Check (Charisma)(Advantage)

D20 + 8 = 25 (17)

D20 + 8 = 25 (17)

25!

Little Jarot continued to sob, but calmed down almost instantly as his father peppered him all over with kisses.

“Wow! My son ate so much today! Why did no one praise you? How could they do this? My little Jarot, who ate so much! Daddy is so happy today!” Adam planted a firm kiss on the boy’s salty cheek, wiping the green skinned toddler’s face clean with a handkerchief. “Amazing!”

“Yes! My papa is so amazing! You eat so well, Jarot!” Jirot said, offering a piece of bread to the boy.

Adam almost stopped it, but kept himself at bay, while his daughter did what she promised. The boy leaned down to nibble slightly, though quickly pulled away to hide within his father’s chest.

“Good work!” Jirot held up a thumbs up, biting into the rest of the bread, though she kept her thumbs up for her brother.

‘Might as well prepare them for bed,’ Adam thought.

“Did you see how well my greatson ate?” Jarot asked, grinning wide, smothering his greatson in a tight hug.

“He ate so much bread,” Rajin confirmed, also praising the boy, ruffling his hair. “You fed him so well, my Jijin.”

“Are you picking a fight?” the Mad Dog asked, but he forgave the Bearded Dragon since their little Demon Lord cackled at the joke.

“What’s this?” Adam asked, Konarot hugging a sheathed blade. “Why do you have…”

“Fresh Snow Zephyr,” Konarot replied.

“Right, right, why do you have it?”

“Papo give it.”

“Let’s give it back since we’re about to sleep,” Adam said.

Konarot pouted, her ears and tail drooping. “Okay.”

Adam smiled. “Don’t worry! Daddy will get you a nicer… axe? You’re a Rot, you silly girl!”

“Yes!” Konarot affirmed, her leaf shaped ears quickly perking up once more.

Tanagek sat opposite Jurot, who continued to speak the tales to him, and though the Iyrman spoke the tales more in depth, there was still so much he was leaving out, that much Tanagek was certain. Chosen opened an eye towards the half elf and his silver haired children.

“Go on, Konarot,” Adam said, waving his hand towards Chosen, who nodded his head in return.

“You would refuse my gift?” Tanagek replied, with a dark tone that made Adam raise his brow.

‘What’s his…’ “A gift?”

“Fresh Snow Zephyr. I have gifted it to Konarot, since she likes it. I have no intention of accepting a gift I have already parted with.” Tanagek crossed his arms, leaning back within his chair.

“…”

“…”

“So you’re a pretty cute guy too?”

Tanagek furrowed his brows. “I prefer the company of women.”

“Me too.”

Tanagek’s eyes darted to Jurot, raising his brow curiously. “…”

“Konarot, did you say thank you for the gift?” Adam asked.

“Thank you, papo.”

Tanagek smiled slightly. “You did say thank you, but you are always welcome, my niece.”

Konarot smiled brighter, her tail swaying from side to side.

“Of course my daughter already said thank you, since she’s so well behaved,” Adam replied, ruffling the girl’s hair. “How lovely is your papo? Hmm?”

“So lovely!” Konarot replied.

“Thank you, Tanagek.” Adam held out a hand, shaking the Iyrman’s forearm. “You are all so lucky to have such a wonderful papo. Come on, let’s go sleep, and we can…” Adam lowered his voice to a whisper, “think of a way to show our gratitude, okay?”

“Okay!” the triplets replied loudly with a whisper, following their father away.

‘Father was right,’ Tanagek thought, waving towards Kirot, who had looked back and waved at him with a smile that made Tanagek want to kill a dragon.

Jirot and Jarot cuddled up to their babo, each holding hands, sucking on their thumbs. Gangak lay nearby, while several Iyrmen took watch around the buildings, keeping an eye out during the night. The children were too tired to talk to their babos, but they were not tired enough to remember the sight earlier in the day. They fell asleep to a particular thought.

Adam eventually dropped down into the furs, while his triplets climbed atop of him. Konarot climbed atop his chest, while Kirot and Karot each claimed an arm. The half elf stared at the ceiling as his children cuddled him and slowly fell asleep. Konarot’s tail swayed lightly within her thoughts before it fell still.

‘Huh?’ Adam thought, blinking. ‘I’m alive?’

Quest Complete: My Daddy is the Strongest!

XP Gained: +1 000

XP: 25 000 -> 26 000

Quest Complete: Daddy is so Strong!

XP Gained: +1 000

XP: 26 000 -> 27 000

Quest Complete: Acceptable

XP Gained: +1 000

XP: 27 000 -> 28 000

I forgot how cool Tanagek was. 

Yes, I did have a lot of fun thinking of the names for the quests, how could you tell?