Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“I wonder, who are all these gems for?” Adam asked, feeling a little embarrassed that his children were fighting him so overtly while he was suffering so deeply in front of everyone. 

Jirot raised a brow. 

“You…” Adam began, his voice full of pain, but he finally held out his hands. “Happy birthday, you punks! Come here!”

Jirot exhaled lightly, but she rushed up to her father, her tiny heart filled with delight, the girl hugging her father from one side, as little Jarot hugged his father from the other, the pair scooped into his arms. 

“Oh! My children! My beautiful children! My adorable children! My troublesome children!” Adam sniffled, unable to contain the burning within his eyes. “Five years ago, you both came into my life. Five years! My little babies! I remember when you were both so tiny, I could hold your entire bodies in one hands, but now look at you! You’re so big! Why! Why are you so big now?”

The flashes of that day struck his mind. 

It was cold then. 

The rain falling along his skin. 

Okvar had made sure to keep the children warm. He hadn’t adopted them then, it was only when the Iyr informed him of their plans for the children that the half elf adopted them, his first children, just shortly before the triplets came into his life. How tiny they had been, and yet Jirot, she had bullied him from young, the girl’s eyes always glaring at him with mischief, her cackles leading the little Jarot to cackle, though…

How could anyone deny the children loved their father?

“Dahddy…” Jirot understood her father was cringe, but at the same time, even she couldn’t help but tear up slightly, holding onto her father’s neck, her cheek pressed against his chest. 

“I love you both so much!”

“I love you too, dahddy!” Jirot replied. 

“Daddy…” Jarot whispered.

“You have to say it too, Jarot!” Adam complained, planting a firm kiss on his cheek, causing the boy to hide against his chest. 

“I love you too…”

Vonda plucked Virot and Damrot up with a hand, the children glancing up towards the woman, who held them by their collars. She understood why the collars were so well made after seeing the way the old Jarot had often held the children, and even now, it was useful to stop the toddlers from picking up the tiny gems, just in case they tried to eat them. 

“Jirot, Jarot, you have to remember, you can’t ever forget, alright?” Adam whispered, kissing his children’s heads all over, brushing their hair back, her daughter’s hair which fell to her shoulders, and his son’s which was near identical, save for the lack of a clip, thick, curly, so unlike their elder siblings. 

“I will never forget,” Jirot promised.

“Daddy, I will not forget,” Jarot promised too, holding onto his father’s bicep, feeling how solid it was within his tiny grip, all the while his father smothered him in kisses. 

“You can go take those gems and give them to nana, she’ll put them in your bank, okay?” Adam said, his twins scampering away, picking up the gems. 

“Dahddy, you give us such pretty gems…” Jirot thought to trouble her father, but an awkwardness struck her heart. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Jarot agreed. 

“You know, those gems were personally gifted to daddy by Lord Taymora, the green dragon!” Adam half exclaimed in front of the businessfolk, the half elf smirking. However, his heart throbbed with guilt, for he shouldn’t be acting like such a noble in front of them all. ‘I’ll hand them each one too…’

“Wow!” Jirot gasped. “So amazing!”

“Amazing!”

Adam reached up to wipe his eyes, sniffling once more, glancing aside to his wife, who approached. “Darling, why would they do this to me?”

“You have been too kind to them, my dear,” Vonda half teased, though clasped his hands within her own, allowing him to lean in to press their foreheads together, the half elf still sniffling. In this time, her husband did not need to worry about revealing his tears to her, since it was due to the children. 

“Nana, you must take good care of these gems, they are from Lord Taymora!” Jirot said, holding up a finger, as though to emphasise how important this task was. 

“Of course, my Jirot, my Jarot,” Sonarot promised.

“I know I can trust you, nana,” Jirot assured, reaching up to pat the back of the woman’s hand. “You are so dependable.”

Sonarot blinked, though smiled, since the girl was right, she was both worthy of their trust, and so dependable. 

“Lord Taymora is rather lovely, perhaps, when we take the weapons to the capital and to the Order, we can meet her together, what do you think?” Adam asked.

Jirot blinked, shaking her head wildly, causing her hair to bounce around. “No! It’s okay, dahddy!”

The twins swiftly retreated to their family, which welcomed them with open arms, beginning to spoil the pair, for they had delayed the celebrations in order for a fool of a father to tease his twins. The half elf’s heart ached once more, a deeper ache, one that caused his hair to stand on end, for the thoughts in his mind were so unlike the kind a husband of a Ray of Life’s Rose should possess, though they scattered away, like petals in the nightval wind as Vonda held his hand once more. 

“I also brought you a gift, though it may not be decent,” Bael said, revealing a pair of daggers, each of the hadrasteel, so beautiful they were. “Your father bought the daggers, but I enchanted them.”

“You can enchant?” Jirot asked, furrowing her brows towards the half dragon. 

Bael reached up to his lips, winking at the girl.

The girl accepted the dagger, feeling the gentle magic. She raised her brows towards the half dragon, who was certainly a dragon, and she tilted her head. 

Bael understood what the smirk upon her lips meant.

‘My daddy enchants better.’

Bael considered when he had begun to think of such things. He could have enchanted a finer enchantment within, but he couldn’t outdo their own father. Is it because he reminded him of his own great grandfather? He had to show mercy, since the girl was smiling so brightly, revealing her dagger to her brother, who revealed his own dagger to her. The pair also revealed their daggers to their siblings, while Konarot held onto Virot’s wrists, making sure she couldn’t grab the blade, Karot holding Damrot’s hands, though he didn’t have to worry. 

“Nana, you must put them in our bank,” Jirot said, holding up her dagger, sheathed within their fine scabbards, for she was so wise. 

“Jirot! Jarot!” shouted a voice, which echoed through the air. The horned, purple skinned woman charged towards the pair, ready to scoop them into her arms.

“Kako!” the children exclaimed, allowing the Demon Lord to pull them into her bosom. 

“We had to finish our training before we could come,” Lucy said, holding the pair within her bosom, not even allowing Mara to take them from her. “Are you two okay? Did your father bully you?”

“Dahddy bullied me so much, but it is okay,” Jirot said, reaching up to hug the woman’s head. “Since you will beat him up for me!”

The trio cackled together, showering one another with affection, before the twins settled upon her lap and the young woman revealed the items she had brought, a pair of clubs, each formed of a wood which the children could ask-

“Oooh!” Jirot gasped, reaching out for the handle of the club. “Iyronwood!” 

‘Ionwood?’ Adam thought, although realised he was probably just imagining it. 

“Papo! Look!” Jirot called, revealing the club to her uncle, who admired how beautiful it was. It was grey, with streaks all throughout, waves of silver and black. It was the kind of wood that could go blow for blow with steel weaponry, and since it was crafted in the Iyr, it could perhaps resist even the great blows of a magical blade. Such a beautiful club must have taken quite some merit to procure. 

Lucy couldn’t help but think all that work had been more than worth it to see the girl smile so brightly. Even little Jarot adored his club, hugging it tight.

‘Papo Laygak, how can you take so long?’ Jirot thought, accepting the club back from her uncle. 

“Since it’s such a great occasion, why don’t you all take the day off and enjoy the feast the Iyr has prepared?” Adam said, smiling towards the businessfolk, who were more than eager to accept such a fine request. 

The children were showered in affection, causing Rowan and the other newcomers to remain uncertain of what kind of life they had stepped into. However, he had noted the peculiarities with the children, for Jirot always fed Jarot first, something which had been explained to him previously. 

‘He killed the Grand Commander for killing…’ Rowan thought about how the half elf had cried when holding his twins. Although he didn’t think twice about someone killing goblins, wasn’t it true that they were… 

Rowan’s heart filled with a grave chill. 

‘Iyrmen,’ Rowan thought. ‘The children are Iyrmen.’

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It’s a good thing you learned that early, Rowan. You’ll live a long life.