Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Mm…” Konarot stared at the dragonchess board, her eyes darting around at the various positions she could take. She picked up one of the mages and placed it down, while her opponent fell into deep thought.

Kirot stared down at the block of wood, her eyes intensely focused on it. She turned her head, towards her papo, who smiled warmly, and the girl returned back to staring at the wood.

Then, finally, she declared it.

“A dragon.”

“Okay,” Laygak said, accepting the wooden block from her, beginning to carve into it slowly.

Karot lazed beside his grandmother, his tail swaying lightly, and as she held it, he shuddered, hoisting himself up. The boy blinked towards the woman.

“Toilet.”

“Okay,” Sonarot replied, taking the boy away, although not before his elder sisters rushed after him, also wishing to use the toilet.

As the children enjoyed themselves, a pair of Iyrmen slipped through towards the auction house, the place known was the House on the Hill, for it was once a house upon a hill, and now it was the House on the Hill. The pair sauntered through, ignoring the looks of the heirs of the various merchants who were here to spend their allowances, each showing off to their compatriots, and as they did they flooded the auction house with silvers, and thus their parasitic relationship continued to expand their wealth and influence.

A pair of guards stood tall and proud, and as Baztam stepped forward, a hand upon his shoulder calmed him. A woman stood tall and proud, like her guards, but it was she, barely wrinkled, hair skin lightly bronzed, her eyes bright blue, her hair like a dawn sky, her lips formed into a crescent moon. She was adorned in cream, her outer robes black, with silver branches reaching up towards her shoulders, a curved blade of shimmering silversteel at her side.

“Asaym, Iyrmen,” the woman called, motioning towards a different guard who emerged from the shadows, adorned all in black, wearing a mask that hid away their face, but not the killer’s aura which emanated upon them. The figure, adorned in shadow and death, approached, holding out a small box, which held a pill, though it was more than likely worth as much as a jet of similar size, though the Iyrmen did not check, since she wasn’t so cheap.

“Walay,” Baztam replied, his teeth gleaming white.

“In this humble house, we are uncertain if we can host children of the Iyr.”

“A troublesome request,” Baztam admitted.

The woman held Baztam’s playful glare, and as the seconds passed, she bowed her head gently. If they had come this far, and if they had spent that much gold for the Iyr’s sake, then she could only entrust in their mercy, which may be spread too thinly at this time.

“Do you have advice?” Baztam asked, the pair turning to leave, speaking in their tongue.

“Would you listen?” Karmin replied, noting all the glares their way, not that he cared, for there was no warrior within sight who could defeat him, at the very least, none who was not an Iyrman.

“Even if you are his cousin, I trust your words,” Baztam joked, and just like Karmin, how many of them could even reach his neck?

“Let us only oppress lightly.”

“She did not ask us to leave our weapons behind.”

“She showed the appropriate level of fear.”

Baztam growled lightly, but since it was like that, what could they do?

Upon their return, the short Iyrman approached a particular fool. “You cannot take the children.”

“What?” Adam gasped. “Why not?”

“It is too dangerous.”

Adam’s brows shot up in alarm, for he hadn’t-,

“For them,” Baztam explained.

“Oh!” Adam swallowed, his thundering heart beginning to calm. “If you scare me like that again, I’ll tell Jirot.”

Baztam huffed, grinning wide. “So what if you tell your daughter?”

“Jirot! Babo Baztam is bullying me, but more importantly, he’s bullying mummy!”

Though the girl had yawned, upon hearing the words, she jolted awake, and hopped onto her feet, charging towards the pair, with an alarmed little Jarot behind her. “What? Daddy! If you are lying, you will wait and see!”

“Babo said something scary, but he is telling me that your mother and I cannot take you to the auction, then he said something he cannot say, it is so bad, I cannot even tell you,” Adam said, reaching down to pick up his twins, causing Jirot to side eye him.

“Daddy…” Jirot raised a brow.

“Fine, I’ll tell mummy, and then she will agree with me, and then you will see!” the half elf said, holding out the twins to Baztam, who held them against his chest.

“Your father, because he is a fool, he is troubling you so,” Baztam joked.

“What can I do?” Jirot replied, brushing through her hair, having already accepted her father for who he was, all the while her father whispered into her mother’s ear.

“Isn’t that so terrible, my darling?” Adam asked, before continuing to whisper into her ear.

Vonda’s eyes then met Baztam’s, noting the sheer arrogance within them, and she thought for a moment. She closed her eyes, considering their relationship. “Your father speaks the truth.”

Jirot gasped, turning to grab onto Baztam’s collar, her fist like the jaws of a python. “Babo! Just because you lost to Chief Iromin, and you are weaker than Chief Iromin, and you are not even as handsome as Chief Iromin, it does not mean you can bully my father.”

Baztam blinked, his wide eyes slowly drifting to meet Jirot’s.

“You are lucky you are my baba’s papo…” Jirot whispered, hugging the old man’s head, hopping out of his arms, holding Jarot’s hand as she sauntered to her father’s stunned side, reaching up to hold his hand. “Daddy, I dealt with it, so you must forgive babo.”

‘Dear, I don’t think I’m going to live a long life if you continue doing that,’ Adam thought, but he picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek, and as he kissed little Jarot’s cheek, the boy and his father met one another’s gazes, for even little Jarot knew Jirot had instantly used the most vicious of insults upon Baztam. Jarot and Adam blinked.

Jirot reached out a hand towards her mother, and as they clasped hands, the girl’s face contorted into annoyance, and she riled herself up, turning to face Baztam once more, the girl raising a blade like finger, though only stopped as Vonda’s hand covered her eyes.

“We must show mercy to babo Baztam, because he is so weak,” Vonda teased.

“Of coas, mummy, of coas,” Jirot said, hugging her mother’s wrist, kissing the back of her mother’s hand.

“You went too far,” Karmin whispered.

“I went too far?” Baztam replied, his annoyance growing within his heart.

“You should not have spoken such of her mother.”

‘I did not even mention their mother!’ Baztam thought, but if he spoke such words, he was fairly certain he wouldn’t hear the end of it from the Mad Dog, who had held such a grave aura this entire time, but had slipped into a rage in order to stop himself from laughing.

“Mummy, I cannot go?” Jirot asked, pouting up towards the woman.

“You are too strong, so you cannot go,” Vonda joked.

“How I can be strong when I am such a small girl?” Jirot replied, but even as she spoke, she avoided her mother’s gaze, and the gazes of everyone around her, for what a pretty bug which flew nearby, a bug she did not make the details of, for she was too busy doing her best not to fall under the weight of her shameless words.

Little Jarot turned to his mother, his brows furrowed incredulously, for she was allowed to speak such words, but not to their mother of all people. ‘Kaka has grown too audacious.’

Vonda held her twins close, and she was grateful she was born within Life’s Rose, because she was able to control her expressions well, while the old man nearby slipped further into his rage to stop himself from laughing. Even her fool of a husband covered his face, trembling as he wiped his tears from his face.

“I want to go…” Jirot pouted.

“I will not go,” Gangak said, reaching out her hands, and the girl slipped from her mother to her greatmother, who hoisted the twins up onto her lap, and pulled them close.

“Since my greatchildren are not going, I will not go,” Jarot assured, reaching out his arms, but the children remained within their nano’s arms. The old man grumbled quietly, but at the very least his greatson showed him mercy, holding his smooth wooden fingers.

“How dare they deny my children!” Adam cried out. “What? Are they too good for my daughter to cause them trouble? Just because my daughter causes a lot of trouble, they refuse my children! My daughter, so what if she wants to cause trouble? She’s allowed to! She’s my daughter!”

Jirot narrowed her eyes, though before she made to speak, a shadow loomed over her. A hand upon her knee eased the girl’s heart.

“Do not worry!” The words thundered through the estate. “I, your aunt, will deal with them!”

“Kako…”

Lanarot stood tall, eyes simmering with fury, for just because her niece caused trouble, they refused her nieces and nephews?

Adam realised his joke had perhaps escaped his grasp.

“How can they treat my niece so poorly?” Lanarot declared, holding up her arms for her niece, who accepted the girl’s embrace. “I will deal with them!”

“How will you deal with them?” Mulrot asked.

“I will spend the gold well.”

“How much money do you have?”

“Brothers, how much money do you have?” Lanarot asked without any sense of shame.

“Over ten thousand,” Jurot replied.

Pam blinked.

“I have ten thousand too, but if you include everything else, and if you want to include the business’ bank...” Adam tried to do the maths in his head, wishing Churot had come along.

“Kako! I have ten thousand too!” Jirot said.

“Me too, kako,” Jarot added.

“Kako!” Konarot called, holding up a thumbs up.

“You!” Lanarot huffed, for she was her brother’s sister. “You brats! You think I will spend your money? I am rich too! I will spend all my money, and all of brothers’ money, and all of the Rot family money!”

“You can only use a little bit of the Rot family money,” Mulrot said.

“Just a little bit?”

“Only ten thousand gold.”

Pam blinked.

“You see? I have ten, and ten, and ten, and I have ten too, so that is...”

“Forty thousand,” Jirot said without missing a beat.

“You see? I have so much!” Lanarot hugged Jirot. “I will bully them well!”

“Since when did we own ten thousand gold?” Pam whispered.

“I bet well during the tournament.”

“You didn’t tell me?”

“I did not?”

She blinked. He didn’t, did he? “You didn’t!”

“Sorry.”

Pam was pretty sure he did. She flushed lightly.

Jurot remained quiet about it, for in this way, he was manly, and perhaps in the evening he could asked to be punished.

‘Jurot, you beast…’ Pam thought.

PATREON FOR 30+ CHAPTERS!

Jurot, you dog you!