Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Gorot!” Jarot shouted through the air, unsure if Adam could make it out alive now that the other Orders had begun to step forward. “You have worked hard enough to die today!”

Gorot and Hugo remained in a clash with their blades, but Gorot paused for a moment. The shock of the Mad Dog’s words filled him, suddenly melting his anxiety, and the wild grin on his face softened, mixing with pride.

“We will clear a path,” Jarot assured, roaring with rage, while Rajin swung his blade towards the Sun Sword, and Jarot engaged with Sir Iris.

Gorot understood what he needed to do. The old man had made sure he had heard the words, so that the old man could die knowing he had at least rewarded Gorot for his unseen efforts. “I must go to my nephew.”

“I cannot allow you that,” Sir Hugo replied, for he, too, had duty to the alliance.

“Brother Tonagek!” Gorot called, ducking, while the blade cut through the rain, forcing Hugo back.

“Go,” Tonagek replied, urging Gorot onward. Quiet Rain clashed with Sir Hugo’s blade, who could feel how heavy the Iyrman’s duty was, while his own spurred his blade forward.

‘Is he taken by grief?’ Jarot thought, glancing towards Adam, whose heart had not been forged within the Iyr. “Adam!”

“Do you have the liberty of looking away from me?” Sir Iris snarled, her blade ringing with magic, a red wave bursting against the Iyrman’s body.

“Jurot!” Jarot grunted, feeling the flames against his skin. “You must-,”

The sound of a bubble bursting echoed through the air, as the King held out a clenched fist, and where Jurot once stood, was nothing but the falling rain.

The King no longer had the freedom to hold back.

‘Ra!’ Jarot could not think of the words which described his hopelessness, but his body pushed onwards as he clashed with Sir Iris’ cherry blade.

“Adam!” Lucy shouted, before the explosion of thunder rocked through her bones, and as someone who wasn’t a member of the Rot family, it battered her.

“I will remain,” Mara said, her voice far too calm considering how her axe threatened to cleave her heavily armoured opponent in half.

‘Damn it!’ Lucy panted for air, wincing as her body ached, but this was nothing compared to the might of Zirot’s axe. “We need to beat them quickly!”

“As you command.”

“Bring me the half elf,” King Merryweather said, his voice calm, but everyone could feel it, the intense pressure of the King’s words. Ultimately, this was his gathering, and Adam had killed two Knights under his protection.

However, that was not why his voice was filled with a great pressure, for he knew. He knew why the anxiety filled his heart. He stepped forward, but unfortunately for the King, an Iyrman blocked his path, the young man glaring up at the King.

“I will be unable to hold back,” the King stated.

“I ask that you do, for my younger sister and brother await for my return,” Timojin replied seriously.

“Sir Ezra,” the King called, showing the mercy of not getting the Aswadians involved.

Timojin fell silent as the Honeysuckle Sword stepped towards him. The Grand Commander of the Order of the Honeysuckle drew his blade, which shimmered purple and orange, and as the rain fell against his blade, it dissipated to nothingness.

“You must understand that this is hopeless,” Sir Hugo grunted, his blade ringing against Tonagek’s, hoping the Iyrman would step back now that even the Florian Orders had begun to step forward.

“Hopeless?” Tonagek asked, his blade clashed against Sir Hugo. The disappointment rose within the Iyrman’s heart, quickly burning away to rage. He grit his teeth, for the words did not anger him against the world, but against himself. “While I still breathe?”

“It seems we will need to step forward,” the Platinum Shield, the Grand Commander, of the Golden Spears said. The old woman motioned a hand towards the other, a Silver Shield, who stood beside her, allowing her to step forward first, out of respect.

“…” Sir Edith frowned, not wanting to involve herself, but she realised things had escalated out of expectations, or rather, the others’ expectations. ‘I warned you, Lady Platinum.’ As she reached for her shield, silver, denoting her rank as a Vice Commander within the Golden Spears, she stopped. ‘Where…’

“Sir Edith?” Sir Arabella, the Platinum Shield, called out.

“Rory,” Edith called, though she hesitated, as the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand. “Prepare yourself!”

Gorot charged forward towards the purple form of his nephew. “Adam!”

Adam remained upon his knees, having all but blocked the world around him. The sight of Jarot and Larot’s dead bodies filled his mind, and weighed him down greater than any force.

‘The Iyr will take good care of them. They were the ones to bring them back when I failed to protect them. Aunt, she’ll take good care of them. Vonda… You definitely deserve someone better.’ Adam tilted his head back, feeling the rain against his face. ‘Once I die, all this trouble will end.’

Gorot swung his blade through the air, clashing against the purple blade. “Step away from my nephew!”

“He must be brought before the King,” the Bellflower Sword replied, her hands tied now that the King had given the command. She was the Grand Commander of one of the three new Florian Orders, and if she stepped back here, then the privileges she had gained from the King would fall to someone else. Unfortunately for these Iyrmen, their nephew would need to become the fertiliser which allowed Floria to bloom.

The Primrose Sword also moved into action, approaching the half elf who had lost himself within his stupor. She, too, needed to complete her duty now that the King had given the command. She had expected the three Orders to manage to deal with their own issues, especially one as ridiculous as this. ‘All this because of a demon and goblin?’

Sky Commander Sienna reached for her blade. As the leader of her Order, she could no longer stand back, the same as the Platinum Shield. If she didn’t step forward, things would become far too complicated for them, especially in such a trying time. It pained her heart that the King of Floria, who she had looked up to all this time, even after going to war with him, would come under scrutiny from the King of Aldland. He would come under the criticisms of the other Orders too, if they didn’t want to make the King of Aldland, their liege, into a vicious enemy.

‘At least we should be able to get something out of this,’ the Sky Commander thought, unsheathing her blade. In an instant, the Sky Commander wondered how many battles she had fought in. She stared at the purple half elf, surrounded by his companions, who were now too busy dealing with the other great warriors from the various Orders. Thousands of battles, she was certain of it. That’s why when her body told her she needed to turn and swing to the side, her body moved by itself. The force of the blow almost forced her back, as her glowing blade shook violently.

“We should clean this up quickly so we can return to- huk!” The Platinum Shield had begun to step forward, and as she was certainly among the top five strongest figures in the Orders here today, and perhaps the top five among all the Orders across Aldland and Floria, she could force the other Orders to move with her actions.

Edith watched clearly as the Platinum Shield, the Grand Commander of her Order, who she knew to be on the cusp of reaching the level of a Paragon, crumpled to the earth after taking only a single step forward. Her head slowly turned to the side, and it was then Sir Edith understood why the King had tried to claim the boy.

Sir Dunnock, of the Order of the Wings, had been one of the few who hadn’t stepped forward, because she understood what it meant to step forward at this time. Though the Order of the Wings had sworn to remain neutral, that wasn’t why she didn’t step forward, even as the demons continued to rage onward.

It was because of that.

Bear Mother, the Grand Commander of the Order of the Steel Bears, remained frozen still. Many years ago, she had travelled the land, and had gained much experience. Part of that experience was travelling with Iyrmen, one of the Iyrmen who had made a name for himself, and yet disappeared out of the blue. However, the time she had spent with him had confirmed one thing, and she, too, had remained still, even as the figures beside her stepped forward.

It was because of that.

When it came to a death of their children, when was the Iyr so merciful?

“I knew you couldn’t stay out of trouble,” her voice cut through the air, her magical sword striking against the blade of the Primrose Sword.

Adam’s body jolted as he heard the voice, and his eyes fell to the armour, but it was the blade that had caught his attention. The hilt was made of a beautiful red gem, with a yellow cloth tied around it, matching the family tattoo. He had last seen it in Taygak’s hands, for it was her blade now, due to the trouble Jirot’s aunt had caused.

Bloodseeker

You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this weapon.

Deals 2D6 slashing damage.

When you reduce a creature to 0, your next hit deals 2D6 slashing damage.

Our children utterly oblivious to the danger their father is in. 

How adorable!