Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Gosh, they both look so beautiful,” Jirot said, her finger curled over her lip like her elder sister whenever she played dragonchess.

Little Jarot mimicked her actions, the pair staring at their mother and aunt wearing each cloak. They were both extremely dark, near black, except one held a red hood with a blue body, while the other held a blue hood and a red body.

“This is so difficult because you are both so pretty!” Jirot accused, huffing aloud at her mother and grandmother. The hint of a smirk encroached over her lips, until she broke into a cackle.

Vonda smiled even wider, picking Jirot up, the pair nuzzling one another, doing the same for little Jarot, who nestled his head against his mother’s shoulder. “You must pick since it is for the business.”

“If we are working for the business you must pay the gold!” Jirot stated, narrowing her eyes suspiciously towards her mother.

“How much do you wish for?”

“One copper, one silver, one gold!”

“For this much work? You wish to make more than me?” Vonda raised her brow.

“Daddy is not paying you well?” Jirot retorted, furrowing her brows in annoyance. “Just you wait, daddy! I will tell you off when you come back!”

“How are you so smart?” Vonda asked, planting a kiss on her forehead, before rubbing her cheek against Jarot’s forehead.

“It is because I am your daughter, mummy.” Jirot shrugged her shoulders. “It is all your fault.”

“I am at fault?”

“How can you say that mummy? It is daddy’s fault, of course!” Jirot leaned in to plant a kiss on her mother’s cheek.

“You will be paid well so you must work hard.”

“Okay!” Jirot hugged her mother’s head. “I will work hard so mummy you must stay!”

“I must work hard too.”

“Aaw…” Jirot pouted.

“Today I will take the day off to play with you and help you work.”

“Yes!”

Jirot also displayed her wisdom by bringing the matter to her greatfather’s attention. “You see, babo? My mummy and my nana are so beautiful, how I am meant to choose?”

“Jirot, you sound too much like your father now!” the old one armed Iyrman complained.

“I sound too much like your grandson?” Jirot asked, tilting her head.

‘Hmm?’ The old Jarot burst out into laughter. “If I am to help, will you pay me too?”

“You are so old but you are asking me for gold?” Jirot furrowed her brows, causing the old man to continue howling with laughter, snatching up his greatdaughter to kiss her face all over.

“My greatdaughter! You are too smart! Too smart!”

Jirot squealed and cackled, before dragging her brother along with her for their greatfather to shower in affection.

“It is easier to hide the blood if they wear red, but since it is difficult to harm your father, and your uncle likes to show off his wounds, perhaps blue is better?” Jarot mused as he cuddled the twins against his chest, refusing to let them escape.

“Papo is so amazing too!” Jirot said, reaching up to her lip, curling her finger in front. ‘Will it look good for papo?’

“Blue,” little Jarot said, pointing to the cloak his grandmother was wearing, his eyes glued to the blue. The boy quickly retreated to his greatfather’s shoulder, the boy clutching around his powerful neck tight.

“If you like the blue, then it must be the blue,” the older Jarot said, rubbing his cheek against his greatson’s, the boy clutching at his neck so tightly. ‘What is wrong, my Jarot?’

“What am I to do, babo? My brother is so strong, so handsome, and so strong?” Jirot complained playfully, leaning in to kiss her brother’s cheek, brushing his hair gently. The boy peeked out from his greatfather’s shoulder, smiling slightly, and the pair hugged one another tight.

As the last week of the month passed by, Adam continued to enchant, feeling slightly better with each passing day. During the last week, Elder Zijin called for the half elf, who approached the Elder within his estate.

“Churot,” Adam called, shooting finger guns at the boy, causing him to tilt his head. “Elder Zijin, I heard I was in trouble.”

“Are you?”

“Why else would you call me?” Adam asked, dropping down opposite the Elder, who poured the half elf tea.

Elder Zijin stared at the stream for a moment, which rose upwards and unfurled like an awakening dragon. “Jirot and Jarot, they grow quickly. Within the Iyr, they will grow well, but children do not grow as quickly as them.”

“Yeah, I noticed too…”

“They mature at twice the rate and will live half as long as their typical counterparts, though your other children, due to your heritage, will live long lives, around two centuries, more if they are so lucky.”

Adam swallowed. He didn’t want to think about his children dying before him, again, but it was true enough that out of all his children, two of them didn’t have the same blood flowing through their veins. ‘I guess, in spirit, the triplets have my blood flowing through them? I don’t really know how it works with them, but Jirot and Jarot, they…’

“We may be able to use a similar process upon the twins to bless them with longer lives, those like the Ool, the Gaks, or the Jins.”

“A similar process?”

“I have declined it.”

“Why?”

“There are three ways. One, I declined, because it required their deaths, and for them to change from such adorable little ones into something else. You would not allow it, and I do not wish to die to the Mad Dog, yet. The second, I have declined because it is likely they will die. The third is through magical items, which I have written for.”

“Yeah…” Adam slowly nodded his head. “I appreciate that, Elder.”

“We Elders are currently assisting the Great Elders with various tasks, so I appreciate that you are not causing much trouble at this time.”

“What’s going on?”

“The Iyr is evolving.”

“Evolving?” Adam asked, leaning in slightly, his voice lowering. “What do you mean?”

“You will see soon enough.”

“Why is it evolving?”

“In order to deal with such threats, the Reavers, as well as to deal with the likes of you, we must evaluate our rules and laws, and discard with those which restrain us, or change them for the times. If we do not, like water, we will grow stale.”

“Stagnant water rots, eh?” Adam smiled slightly. “I really am in the wrong genre.”

“Adam, when you leave for Aswadasad, be careful.”

“It feels weird to be told that by an Iyrman,” Adam admitted. “I suppose there’s no way for me to die a good death, so I should stay alive?”

“Are you joking because you do not understand the severity of the situation?” Zijin asked, taking Adam’s eyes with his own.

“I’m joking because otherwise I’ll be too scared to go,” Adam replied, letting out a soft sigh. “I’ll be careful.”

“The Reavers will wish to hunt you if they find you.”

“Me?”

“There are two groups of Reavers. One group, they are currently taking over the new land which has appeared to the east, and another group, those who are hunting great warriors across the land. They leave commoners and the like be, but when they come across those who are Masters or greater, they hunt.”

“Oh?” Adam crossed his arms. “Looks like the Reavers are more of an issue than I originally thought. I expected them to be monsters, but could it be that they’re people instead with their own culture?”

Zijin remained silent, taking in Adam’s face, the half elf focused on his thought. ‘You instantly thought such?’

“I wonder if they can be reasoned with then?” Adam rubbed the side of his cheek. “Although, if they are that kind of warrior people, then…”

“They are not like the Iyr,” Zijin said. “They may not accept such.”

“We can always try, but… if they don’t want to, then they don’t want to, right?” Adam sighed. ‘I hope I don’t meet with any…’

As Adam spoke with the Elder, there were others also making preparations for the future.

“You should join us in Aswadasad,” Jurot said, pouring the milk for his cousins. He sipped the cool milk, a gentle kind of coolness that soothed his tongue.

“Is there a need of us to join you?” Tanagek replied, chewing on the dried fruit, trying to judge the look within Jurot’s eye. He chewed slowly, deliberately, trying to catch the nuances within Jurot’s eyes.

“You have seen much already,” Jurot admitted, closing his eyes, trying to think of how to word it better for his cousin. “It is too little.”

“Can you say such a thing?” Chosen joked, throwing back the milk, pouring himself more. “The milk in the Iyr is much better than the milk in Aldland, hmm, Tana?”

Tanagek remained staring at Jurot, who had asked them to stop their current trajectory and to follow him and his brother. Usually, it was disrespectful to ask, but it seemed like at this time, Jurot himself was requesting it for his own sake.

“I wish for you to see him as I do,” Jurot stated.

“Okay.”

“Do I need to come too?” Chosen grumbled. “I wish to travel north to kill a wyvern.”

“There are wyverns in Aswadasad,” Tanagek stated.

“Not like the North’s wyverns.”

Tanagek bowed his head in response, since the wyvern’s in Northern Aldland were truly grand.

“You should come too, to watch over Tanagek,” Jurot said, peering at Chosen.

Chosen smirked, letting out an exaggerated sigh full of feigned defeat. “Then I must come.”

Tanagek exchanged a look to Jurot, who shrugged his shoulders in response. ‘It is not he who looks after me.’

‘Okay.’

At least Jirot knows her worth!

Also I thought this year was going to be front loaded with Adam defeated the Grand Commander...

I'm reading some of the recent chapters I've written and oh boy...

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