Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

[1141] – Y06.041 – Answers III

“Drawing your axe in front of the Countess,” Sir Chloe said, her blade pointed towards Jurot’s neck. “Who allowed you such courage?”

Jurot glared at the woman, but he remained still, and as Juge began to speak, the horn blasted once more, rumbling through the village. “Lanarot, to your brother.”

“Okay!” Lanarot said with the fearlessness of an Iyrchild, the girl waddling to her brother.

Health: 126 -> 125

She felt something hot and wet upon her head, the girl reaching up to wipe it off, before noticing the streak of red. She glanced up, her body jolting lightly, as she saw her brother, who was no Iyrman, make a face which she saw upon Iyrmen.

“Hey, you fu-,”

The horn bellowed through once more, cutting off the rest of Adam’s words, but Juge did not need to hear the words, not see Adam’s lips moving, for if looks could kill, he understood how the Grand Commander had lost his life. However, he at the very least appreciated that the foolish half elf had grabbed his sword, since he had almost pointed it at the girl, and at that point, things would have been difficult. His eyes then met Vonda’s, which held the same glare as when she had told her husband off for almost getting himself killed.

“We must return to the fort,” Jurot said, his hand firmly glued on the handle of his axe.

“You may leave,” the Countess said, and as their eyes met, the woman slowly bowed her head, the sense of relief washing through her as the Iyrman returned the bow of his head.

As they stepped outside, three figures blurred towards them, and as the guards prepared themselves, the Iyrmen ignored them.

“Lanarot, come,” Mulrot called, motioning towards Kitool, who picked up the girl, while Citool stepped opposite them, closing the circle around the girl. Rajin and Kamrot met them on their return, the guards allowing them to slip away, since they had been warned of the Bearded Dragon.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Adam thought.

“The Reavers have come,” the Chief explained once the group were back, while the figures within were already in the process of packing away to leave. “What happened to your hand.”

“I caught a blade that tried to aim for Lanarot,” Adam replied, who straightened up upon seeing Iromin’s eyes turning to meet Jurot’s, who shook his head. Iromin remained tense for a moment, but quickly the lust for blood simmered down, though a gentle glare remained.

“Adam, come,” Iromin called, leading the half elf away, towards the inner section of the fort. “You must send word to Elder Lykan to send a hundred Experts to this fort.”

Mana: 34 -> 31
Spell: Sending

“Elder Lykan, Chief Iromin says to send a hundred Experts to our fort.”

‘Okay.’

“Please send word to Prince Morkarai, Queen Silvari, and Lady Shamia. Inform them the Reavers have come, and we of the Iyr warn them to brace themselves.”

“Absolutely, but who is Lady Shamia?” Adam replied, and once Jurot arrived to tell Adam, the half elf nodded his head, barely remembering the woman.

‘Understood,’ came the response from Prince Morkarai, though there was a tone that wished to say more.

‘You messaged me just for that?’ Queen Silvari replied.

‘I will send word to my father,’ Lady Shamia replied. ‘Please ask the Chief if the Iyr would be willing to extend our deal.’

Iromin thought for a moment, with how far the Confederacy was, and with the business those Iyrmen were currently tasked with. He nodded.

Jirot placed her hands upon her brother’s shoulders. “You have your bottle?”

“Yes,” little Jarot replied.

“Good! We must leave now because it is dangerous, you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Of course, since you are my brother,” Jirot said, kissing her brother’s head, before checking upon Virot, who stared up questioningly to her mother.

“Odobo?”

“We must go.”

“Go?”

“We must.”

“Mus?”

“Yes.”

Virot sighed.

“Virot,” Jirot called, holding her hand, and the little girl charged over, grabbing her elder sister’s hand. “Good girl. We must go now.”

“Go!” Virot struck the air with an excited fist.

Adam finished donning his armour, tapping the axe at his side, and the dagger over his heart, the half elf then grabbing his shield, that with the symbol of the United Kindom. He stared at it for a moment, noting the vague shape of the half elf in purple. ‘…’

As Adam prepared himself, the older Iyrmen argued for who would remain behind to watch over the area. That was until someone put their foot down.

“Babo, good luck,” Jirot said, holding Dogek’s hand, caressing the back of it so tenderly. “You must take good care of yourself and stay comfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” Dogek replied.

“Babos, nanos, come! We must go now!” Jirot stated firmly, pointing out to the entrance of the fort.

Gangak scratched at her chin, finding it awkward to refuse her greatdaughter, who adored her so much. She glanced aside to Mulrot, Rajin, and Shasen, each of whom had also fought to stay behind. Mulrot had gone so far as to tease her husband, who wished to remain with his children, but had tried to get her to come along.

Dogek’s eyes darted to the side, finding his niece smiling at him, bowing her head lightly, and Dogek returned the bow, the relief setting deep within the Iyrman.

“Little Jijin, I must stay,” Rajin said. “There should be two Paragons.”

Jirot placed her hands on her hips, glancing aside to her brother, and let out a sigh. “Okay, okay, since you have said it. Babo, you must be safe, okay? If you are in danger, you tell daddy, and daddy will come help.”

Rajin blinked, throwing a look to the other Iyrmen beside him, each of whom smirked playfully at the Iyrman. “Okay.”

Jirot hugged his leg, patting him upon the side of his knee, before sauntering off. As she walked away, she glanced up towards Gangak, who glanced down at the girl. “Babo is too cheeky. My name is Jirot.”

Those who began to guard the business due to the incident, mostly those of the extended Rot families and those tangentially related to a particular set of children, each circled the fort from atop the walls, their eyes focused keenly upon the environment around. Kamrot was the only figure who moved, his attention moving from the environment, to the guards atop the walls, and those within the fort.

“Open your eyes! Steel your hearts! There is evil afoot!” Kamrot exclaimed, rotating the phrases as he stopped within the centre of each wall.

Jurot directed the businessfolk in place of his brother, assisting the children and the pregnant women within the carriages, while the able bodied were adorned in their heavy armour and their weapons. Harriet held onto a staff, ready to walk alongside the carriages which held her children, but her eyes slipped aside towards Rick, who waited patiently beside the Iyrman. His hair was neatly trimmed, his beard trimmed lightly, lined with almost Aswadian precision, his heavily scarred face scrunched in intense concentration, so much concentration he didn’t realise someone was eyeing him so intensely. Where once he wore a large axe, he wore a blade, and not just any blade, a magical blade. His body was hidden behind heavy armour, full plate, that kind of armour knights wore, emblazened with the symbol of the United Kindom. The look within her eye was not full of envy, but the opposite, for though the armour, the magical shield, the sword all belonged to him, he already belonged to her.

Charley inhaled deeply, flexing her body within her heavy armour, glancing aside towards Greg, who was also hidden within his heavy armour. The pair exchanged nods, ready to wield their greatblades if it came down to it. The cousin porters turned guards also stood at the ready, standing in front of the trio of archers.

‘It’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together like this,’ John reminisced, his mind flashing with the images of the hydras. Back then, they had been escorted by one of the Hopes and several Rays, but this time…

“By the Divine, where is that boy?” Adam asked, glancing all around, having counted the heads of each of his children.

“Which boy?” Vonda asked, her brows furrowing curiously.

“My adorable little Damrot,” Adam said, his entire body turning with his head as he tried to find the tiny little boy who never caused him trouble.

“Adam,” Vonda said, placing a hand upon his shoulder, before the other brushed along Damrot’s cheek, the boy’s attention turning from the half elf to his aunt.

“Oh,” Adam said, blinking at the boy within his arm. “In all fairness, that’s actually a fairly common phenomena, where you are looking for something that’s right in front-, Jirot, please, don’t give me that look.”

Jirot’s brows remained raised as she slowly shuffled to the side, pretending as though she wasn’t with her father, the girl approaching beside her nano, who ruffled her hair. Little Jarot smiled up at his father, cackling lightly.

Our kids are growing up too fast!