Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“We must go?” Konarot asked, her ears and tail drooping, her lips half forming into a pout.

“Apparently so, my dear,” Adam replied, dropping down to a knee, pulling his eldest daughter in close. He had yet to take off his armour, but he could feel her hair tickling his cheek.

“Why?”

“The Iyr wishes to take all of you back home.”

“You are not coming?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay…”

“Daddy!” Jirot called, rushing up to her father, before the pair embraced tight. “We are going now!”

“I know.”

“You must come!”

“I can’t.”

“We are fighting now?”

Adam chuckled, stopping when he saw Jirot’s pout. “I’ll come by soon, okay?”

“You are always working, daddy…”

“This time I’m working for the Iyr.”

“Since your father is working for the Iyr, let us support his decision,” Vonda said, carrying Virot towards them. The girl glared at her father, but allowed him to nuzzle her cheek, before the pair exchanged kisses upon their cheeks.

“Daddy! I am going to help the Iyr too! You must come see, okay?” Jirot stood tall and proud, clenching her fists.

“Okay.”

“Kako, you will come?” Jirot asked, the girl’s amber eyes hopeful, amplified by her brother, who stepped beside her and stared up at the red skinned Iyrman.

Jaygak had just said her goodbyes to her sisters and cousins, but with the gaze of the twins shooting up at her, and seeing as what they were doing, their elder siblings also stepped close, their leaf shaped ears and tails drooping. ‘…’

“I may not be able to return with you,” Jaygak replied, smiling innocently.

Jirot pouted, the girl slowly tilting her head downward, before she started to twitch. “Okay…”

Seeing the girl’s tears, Jaygak dropped to her knees, and pulled her close. Little Jarot’s shaking sobbing body quickly melted against her side as the Iyrman held her niece and nephew within her warm embrace. There had been a small part of her that wished the children had only been joking, that Jirot would tease her, but she knew these tears were real, for Jirot, for once, had accepted her fate. “My Jirot, my Jarot… I will return with you. I will come.”

“Brother!” Lanarot pointed towards Jurot with an accusatory finger. “We must go now.”

“You must watch over Virot and Damrot,” Jurot said, holding out his hand, allowing his sister to shake it.

Lanarot groaned. “Virot is such big trouble, brother, but… what can I do? I must watch over her!”

The shadow of a smile encroached upon the Iyrman’s lips, before he let her go, allowing Lanarot to charge her other brother.

“Lanababy!” Adam caught the girl, tossing her up, causing the girl to squeal, catching her and kissing her all over her face.

“Brother!”

“Be good for mummy, okay?”

“Of course!”

“Will you watch over Virot and Damrot?”

“I know! I will do it!”

“What about Xarot and Monarot?”

“I will!”

“Make sure to give them kisses for me!”

“I will!” Lanarot held up a thumbs up for a brother, before the pair attacked one another with kisses again.

Pam held Jurot’s hand, brushing along his knuckles with a palm. “Take care, Jurot.”

“I will.” Jurot wrapped an arm around his wife, reminding her just how strong he was, before letting her go. “Send Bam my greetings.”

“Okay.”

Vonda embraced her husband tight, swaying within his arm. “Don’t cause too much trouble for the Iyr.”

“Who? Me?” Adam smiled, leaning down to nuzzle her nose, thinking about stealing a kiss, but decided against doing it so publicly. “I’ll see you soon, darling.”

“You have to, otherwise Jirot is going to…” Vonda raised her brows threateningly.

“I know, I know.” Adam chuckled, letting his wife go. He helped her into the carriage, then picked up his children up one by one, exchanging kisses on their cheeks, finally placing them within the carriage. “Are you excited kako is going with you?”

“Yes!” Jirot replied, her reddened eyes now gleaming with a brightness which melted her father’s heart.

“You have to bully her a lot, okay?”

“Okay!” Jirot cackled, and little Jarot smirked.

Jaygak pat Adam’s shoulder, the half elf returning the pat, before she slipped into the carriage. Her head darted out. “Adam?”

“Vonda already made the joke,” Adam replied.

“Was it a joke?” Jaygak winked at the half elf before slipping within the carriage once more.

As the carriages prepared to leave, Shikan glanced back, letting out a sigh. He approached the Elder, shaking his forearm.

“You did not kill any for me?”

“Mother did,” Shikan joked. “Inakan threatened to cry.”

“Okay,” Lykan replied, forgiving his cousin. “The time for vengeance has… been delayed.”

“Let us hope it has passed.”

“You say that because you were able to watch.”

Shikan smiled slightly. “You will lead during the time of the Reavers.”

“There is less honour in this.”

Shikan shrugged his shoulders, before the pair crossed forearms, and Shikan returned back to the carriage, leaving his cousin with a lighter heart.

Lucy watched the carriages go, wearing a frown upon her face, and plagued by her weary heart. ‘I should have gone with them. They’ll miss me.’

Mara also looked longingly towards the carriages, but the woman closed her eyes, crossing her hands in front of her navel. She opened her eyes a moment later, only after killing the longing within her heart.

There was work to be done.

Adam approached the Front Iyr Elder, his eyes matching those of Mara’s. “So… they’re finally here?”

“Yes,” Lykan replied, the silver fox of a man leading the half elf away.

“What do you need me to do?” Adam whispered, though silence kept him company until Lykan took him to a place which was out of sight, and was perfect to kill the half elf without anyone knowing.

“You can create four Basic weapons in three days, four Greater weapons in six, and four Greater Enhanced in twelve.”

“Yeah.”

Lykan decided against saying he wasn’t asking, but he turned to face the half elf. “Enchant as many Greater weapons as you are willing. The Iyr will provide the weapons, the gems, and will pay a thousand for each.”

Adam raised his brows in surprise, but he slowly nodded his head. “I can… do that, yeah. If you need me to craft any weapons too, I can also do that.”

“We have crafted many thanks to your advice.”

“What advice?”

“The specialisation.”

“…”

“The assembly line.”

“Oh! Yes, right, yeah. Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

Lykan sighed, before bowing his head. “Instead of weapons, would you craft full plate?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely. I need to make some for Charley and Greg too, but I can craft at least.. four a day, as well as enchanting?”

“You must be careful, unless you come under a magical fever once more.”

“I don’t mind coming under a…” Adam paused. ‘If I’m sick, I’ll be out of commission if something might happen.’ “Let’s keep it to two every other day?”

“Okay.” Lykan reached out a hand to Adam’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “You have shown yourself to be a great ally to the Iyr.”

“Thanks. I try.”

“We will never forget.”

“I know, I know,” Adam replied, noting the look in Lykan’s eyes, the half elf smiling. “The Iyr never forgets.”

“What is it that you wish to request?”

“It’s the same request it’s always been.”

“We will look after your family.”

Adam motioned a hand towards the centre of the Front Iyr. “I don’t want to sound like a cult, but my family is much bigger than you might think.”

“Do you consider them your family?”

“In a certain sense of the word.”

“I will make sure they are taken care of in the Front Iyr, if they cannot be taken care of in the Main Iyr.”

“Thank you. I’ll get to work right now then, shall I?”

“Thank you.”

Chosen walked along the perimeter of the new Front Iyr, which seems to be a wheel with eight spokes, the central fire joining them all together. He stopped in front of a particular figure. An older man, with dark skin, littered with scars. A lean muscular form, that had grown slightly chubbier thanks to his retirement within the Iyr. He had long hair, like a mane, with two braids falling down his shoulders. His eyes were dark and tired, mostly of his daughter who bullied him so much, though thankfully she had returned earlier in the day with the rest of the children.

Ashmir met Chosen’s eyes, the old man bowing his head lightly, the younger Chosen bowing his head in return. “You are a Sen?”

“I am,” Chosen replied.

“Bloodblade’s?”

“He is my granduncle.” Chosen narrowed his eyes slightly. “You are Lion King?”

“I am.”

Chosen smiled, bowing his head lightly. “It is an honour.”

“Is it?” Ashmir smiled slightly, hoisting himself up. “Did you return today?”

“I did.”

“Have the others returned? From the business?”

“They have,” Chosen replied, tilting his head slightly. ‘Is he related to the business?’

He doesn’t know!