Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“I have to mention that the business is led by quite a few Iyrmen, so if you have any qualms working beside Iyrmen, or receiving their orders, it might be an issue,” Adam said as she returned. 

“If I had an issue with that, I wouldn’t have entertained your words for this long.” Vasera remained quiet for a long moment. “Are we able to buy magical weapons from the business?”

Adam blinked, furrowing his brows towards her, before glancing aside, his eyes twitching around the area as he thought. “You know, I don’t think I ever considered that? I suppose, of course, right? If members of the United Kindom couldn’t buy magical weapons, what the hell are we doing?”

“Instead of gifting us the Basic plate, I would like to buy it, so we may own it immediately,” Vasera said.

Adam thought about her words, only to recall that the offer was that they would keep it after the ten years. “Then I’ll add a condition that you’ll be unable to sell it for a decade.”

Vasera nodded, though who would sell Basic armour when they were a warrior? Perhaps if she retired, if she was crippled, or if she had died and one could use it to pay off any debts. 

“How much would it go for normally? I think armour and shields are slightly more expensive than weapons, right?”

“For full plate armour, a sum of one thousand and five hundred, or so, if I were to provide the armour itself.” 

“Then...” Adam fell quiet once more in thought. It would probably cost him about half that much in terms of how much it would cost to enchant. However, for the business to charge its own people full price for such weapons, which would take years to earn if they pinched every copper…

The faces of his workers flashed through his mind, even the children, who would need to train in the future, and then when they would become adults, wouldn’t they step out into the world? He reached up to his forehead, feeling the pulse of humanity against his fingertips.

“You will have a discount to procure such an enchantment,” Adam said. “At least ten percent, that much I can promise, but I’ll try to lower the price further.”

“Even full price would be acceptable,” Vasera replied, for the group spent much coin monthly, but the others had squirrelled away quite a large sum from their wages, including Vasera’s and Rook’s. 

“You’ll have to pay upfront and wait for when the enchanter isn’t busy enchanting weapons for the various nobles, royalty of the nearby regions,” Adam teased. 

Vasera chuckled, her lips forming a wide smile, her eyes narrowing mischievously. “Oh? You’re treating the royals so well, are you?”

Adam narrowed his eyes in return. “Well, I suppose since we’ll be sending you to escort the weapons, it wouldn’t be good to allow you to go without the magical armour.”

Vasera laughed, her laugh echoing across the inn, causing many to turn their heads towards her. 

“Do you all know how to read and write and such?”

“We do.”

“Then I hope you’ll be fine with teaching instead of guarding now and again…” Adam paused. “No, that’s only if you like it and if you’re good at it. Although, then again, teaching either knowledge, or fighting, we’ll consider those as parts of your work too.”

“We will work for our pay rate until we get to the business,” Vasera said. 

“Fine, but if we can, would you mind getting paid at the business?”

“Since it’s you.”

Adam smiled, bowing his head. With the negotiations over, he ordered more food, relaxing, without realising the storm he had brought upon the group. He was too busy thinking about Rook’s sword, and how it was considered a rather weak offering compared to even his own Seventh Sky. ‘I should make them an even nicer sword.’

As the evening passed, a figure stepped into the inn. He was tall, wide, and carried a pair of blades on his back that would make lesser warriors falter to even wield. His armour was carved of darker steel, aged by battle, the details lost to warriors who had dared to come across the faris. His cloak was heavy, barely shifting even as he strode towards the group, as though he were a lion approaching a herd of gazelles. 

“Are you those of the United Kindom?” the faris asked. 

“Yes,” Jurot replied, deciding against allowing his brother to speak up.

“You are cordially invited for luncheon with Her Grace, Faro al-Yasin at noon.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“…”

The faris turned, leaving the group be, revealing his pair of curves sabres, each which required one at the peak of their natural strength to wield. 

“Was that the Sleeping Dragon of Arisa?”

“No,” Jurot replied. “He is Kal Fadi, the Sabres of Dusk. Though he is not on the level of the Radiant Blade, he could clash with her.”

‘Oh? So he’d be a Grandmaster at least, then?’ Adam watched as the figure disappeared, at the very least glad no one caused trouble. “Do you think I’m good enough to go to a luncheon with a Faro?”

“Perhaps you should remain,” Jurot said. 

Adam’s head snapped towards his brother, confusion painted on his face, an apprehensive smile slipping across his lips. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes.”

“A great joke.”

“Thank you.”

Adam glanced aside, before his eyes returned back to Jurot for a moment, then they fell to Dunes, who pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, doing his best not to belt out into laughter. 

“We’ll take Laygak, Kizwolima, and Amal so they can enjoy themselves.”

“This time, it should be the four,” Jurot said. 

“Four?”

“You, Kitool, Dunes, and I.”

“Oh?” ‘I guess it’s a formal lunch so we should only take us.’ “What about guards?”

Jurot glanced aside towards Vasera and the others. “Kal Uli will be enough.”

The next morning Adam completed his morning routine with John, who was training with Nirot, before bathing and eating lightly in the morning, drinking copious amounts of tea, before realising he would need to use the bathroom constantly if he continued. 

The luncheon took place at one of the Faro’s estates, not at her typical castle. The estate was large, easily housing a hundred servants, another hundred guards, including the one known as the Sabres of Dusk. In another estate, the Sleeping Dragon of Arisa slumbered, but this state would not allow the Faro to slumber, for now she was sitting across the one known as the Crazy Father. 

She was older, in her fifties, her skin as dark as the night, her eyes not quite amber, almost golden. Her heavily printed attire wrapped around her several times, each a different design, light chain peeking through. A small curved blade at her side may have cost a fortune, but certainly her numerous guards cost more. 

As she greeted each of them, she began with Kal Uli, before allowing them to take a seat before her, allowing the five to settle on one side of the table, while she sat opposite, upon her plush chair, that could easily accept another person, perhaps an additional two at a squeeze. 

As the light meal was brought, well made, but far too small to be considered a real lunch, Adam hid his displeasure, but when he noted the mass of desserts, he forgave the Faro within his heart. 

After some light small talk, the Faro finally spoke up. “I heard a great many rumours of your strength, young warriors, and that you work for a business that deals in the trade of magical weapons?”

Adam opened his mouth, his eyes darted towards Jurot, who nodded. “That we do, Lady al-Yasin.”

“It is not just that you trade in magical weapons, but you work with an enchanter to create such magical weapons, is that correct?”

“That is correct,” Adam confirmed.

“The wealth if Arisa is vast and as wide as its sea,” the Faro said. “Are you open to accepting trade with Arisa?”

“Arisa? I’m uncertain, but the Lady’s family? We’d be open to at least hearing your request, but we do have quite the number of requests to complete already, so the request will likely be delayed for the future.”

The woman thought to mention the Reavers, but if she did, it was a good enough reason for others to use against the company. However, considering Adam was the kind of figure who could face both Vasera and Rook at once, he wasn’t so easy to offend.

“I would like to procure three Greater Enhanced weapons, two daggers, and a longblade. They should strike heavier and they should glow at one’s will, preferably. Is this an enchantment that is possible?”

“Perfect, those are actually some of our specialities,” Adam replied, for not only was it a simple enough enchantment, the fact she wanted exactly three was more than perfect. ‘I’ll just add a little bit of damage to each.’

Lady Sabreen reached down to her dagger, unlatching the daggerbelt, before placing it upon the table. “We will provide the weapons. This is my trusted dagger, another is my granddaughter’s. My Hassa designed her own, and for my son, who is currently mustering a unit to deal with the Reavers, I had a blade commissioned recently.”

A guard stepped forth with a long case, revealing the long blade within, a finely made sabre of what looked to be firesteel, but the way the light danced along the blade, it was certainly greater than a typical blade. 

“Your granddaughter designed her own dagger?” Adam asked.

“She enjoys her arts. She has begun to pain often, and she designed her own dagger, which is similar to my own.” The Faro motioned to a painted upon the wall, a fairly simple landscape, which she had hung on display. 

“How amazing!” Adam was genuinely impressed, since the artwork, though simple, was at least affectionately displayed by the noble, though it did not come close to the other master work beside it. ‘She must be what, ten years old?’

“Do you enjoy art?”

“My wife is the artist within our family, though my children are also quite good.”

“How many children do you have?”

“Eight.”

“Your poor wife.”

“Haha, well, I won’t force her to have any more children, though I wouldn’t mind ten, twenty, or a hundred or two?”

“Is she so stout?” 

“She is quite the warrior,” Adam admitted proudly. “She holds the title of a Ray of Life’s Rose.”

Lady Sabreen blinked away the shock within her eyes in an instant. “Your wife is a Ray?”

“That’s right!” Adam laughed, grinning wide. “The youngest Ray, I believe.”

The Lady held Adam’s gaze for a long while, trying to understand just what kind of a figure she was speaking with. “May I ask, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty four.”

‘What?’ Lady Sabreen thought in sheer disbelief.

The Sabres of Dusk blinked.

PATREON LINK

Excuse me? Only twenty four?