Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Welcome back, ahm Dunes,” Jirot said, waving her hand towards the Aswadian from within the gentle comfort of her father’s arms.

“Hello, little Jirot,” Dunes replied with a smile, waving back to her lightly in return, beaming towards the little girl who was always so attentive.

Jirot narrowed her eyes, staring intensely towards her ahm. “Ahm, your new hairstyle is so handsome, so handsome.”

Dunes smiled even wider, the light reaching deep into his eyes, the Priest glancing aside towards the half elf, who raised his brows in that kind of way, causing him to smile even wider. Yes, it was certainly most wonderful to receive a compliment from the most adorable niece of all.

“I love your new hairstyle too, little Jirot.”

“Mummy cut my hair,” the girl said, shaking her head as her curly bob bounced from side to side, the girl reaching up to draw her hair back down to the side. “Dahddy, you think I look beautiful?”

“Of course.”

“Of coas!” Jirot stated, as though it was a foolish question to ask, but how could it be so foolish, for she was the one to speak it.

“Jirot,” Adam said, spreading the girl’s lips by her cheeks, narrowing his eyes slightly. Her teeth looked differently too, but he noticed two of her teeth seemed slightly whiter than the others. “Did your teeth fall out?”

“Yes! Jarot’s teeth fell out too and we match!” Jirot said, reaching over to spread Jarot’s lips, the boy smiling to show off his teeth.

“Aha! How adorable!” Adam said, but the others could see, for Vonda had reacted the same way, but seeing as they were both looking so much more vibrant, Adam buried the anxiety within his heart. He tensed for an instant, his head pulsing, pulling his children closer.

“Should I introduce you to someone important?” Dunes asked, reaching out to pat Adam’s back gently.

“Yes!” Jirot replied excitedly.

“This is ahm Korin’s sister, Kal Lani,” Dunes introduced, the young woman shuffling slightly closer awkwardly.

“Hello!” Jirot said, her eyes scanning across the woman curiously, noting something about her that she couldn’t quite place.

“Hello…” Lani greeted. She had seen a few Iyrmen children, but Adam’s children stuck out like sore thumbs, not because they looked like half dragons or bavwa, but because…

What was it?

“Do you know what she is?”

“A Sister of Black Mountain!” Jirot replied confidently.

“She is, but do you know how she’s special?”

“She is ahm’s sister, of coas,” the girl replied, as though it were so obvious.

“Yes, yes.” Dunes chuckled. “What position does she hold in the Order?”

“Uhm…” The girl furrowed her brows. “She is not a Sister?”

“She is something more.”

“She is a Mother?”

“No, but you are closer.”

The girl narrowed her eyes deep in thought for a long moment, but nothing made sense to her. She shrugged her shoulders, holding up her hand on either side of her, as though asking what they expected of her.

“She is the Sword of the Lady.”

Jirot’s lips formed a tiny circle, Jarot glancing towards his sister, doing the same as the pair stared towards the Aswadian woman, who was the Sword of the Lady.

“So you know what it is?” Dunes mused.

“Of coas, ahm, of coas! Who does not know the Sword of the Lady of Black Mountain?” Jirot replied, clutching at her father’s collar. “Do you know, dahddy?”

“Ah, do I know?”

“You must know because you travelled all this…” Jirot paused to think for a long moment, placing a finger upon her chin. “Since dahddy does not know, I must explain.”

Adam’s heart fell at ease as the little girl explained just what the Sword of the Lady was to him, only to realise he didn’t know half of what she had said, for though Dunes had explained it quite in depth, his daughter explained it as someone who had learnt what the Sword of the Lady was as a child of the Iyr, not a Brother of Black Mountain.

“My daughter knows so much,” Adam said, leaning in to kiss the girl’s neck gently, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“I am mummy’s daughter,” the tiny girl confirmed, rubbing her cheek against her father’s, for though she was her mother’s daughter, she was also her father’s daughter.

“Do you know who this is beside her?”

“It is… ahm Korin only has one sister, and ahm Dunes has many siblings, but no one as old as ka?” Jirot replied, with astute reasoning for a four year old.

“This is ka Elif, the squire to the Sword of the Lady,” Adam explained.

The girl gasped once more, forming a tiny circle with her lips, little Jarot also doing the same, but this time without taking her cue.

“Greet her, you silly girl.”

“Hello!”

“Hello…” Elif replied, blinking at the two bavwa. She hadn’t understood anything they were saying, but her eyes darted around to see that the others had greeted her as though it were completely normal.

“This is ahm ahm Zabir, he is the grandfather of someone we’ve hired,” Adam explained, smiling warmly to the older Aswadian, introducing his daughter to a great many figures. It was Jirot and Jarot he needed to introduce personally, for his eldest triplets would be safer. “He is a respectable Mulazim of Arisa, so treat him with respect.”

“Wow!”

“I have heard many things, little one,” Zabir said, his heavy accent covering his words. “Your father, he says you are big trouble.”

Jirot raised her brows to her father, sticking her tongue into her cheek, as though waiting for her father to explain himself.

Zabir’s eyes fell to Adam, letting out the loudest of laughs, for he had not expected such a tiny form to bring the half elf to heel instantly. Adam, who had faced so many with great courage, even the likes of the sand giants, who could crush the average Aswadian with their bare hands, but this tiny girl, not even as tall as the tip of his finger to his elbow, could cause the half elf to shrink.

“Oh my, oh my, did I say that?”

“Dahddy, it is because I did not bully you enough you can speak like this!” Jirot warned the half elf with a finger. “You are lucky you are handsome, I forgive you just this once, just this once, okay?”

“Oh! My daughter has such a large heart for her father, I must be thankful!” Adam leaned in so the pair could nuzzle one another, kissing each other’s cheeks, the half elf pulling Jarot closer to his neck. “I have someone else to introduce to you, one second.”

Jirot and Jarot did not like how their father had placed them down, and were even more annoyed when he picked up another child, and no matter how cute the child was, weren’t they his children?

“This is Amal!” Adam introduced, holding Amal by just under her pits, letting her dangle in the air as she revealed her to his children. “She is obviously my daughter, obviously, but papo Jurot, he’s trying to take her from me!”

The five children each snapped their heads in unison to their uncle, each in various degrees of shock and betrayal, causing even the usually blood hearted Jurot to shake under their gazes.

“Papo!” Jirot called, holding up a finger towards him, the girl blinking rapidly from the sheer shock of it all. “How you can do this, papo? You cannot see how pretty she is? Of coas she is my sister, look!”

“Monarot is pretty too,” Jurot replied. “Is she not my daughter?”

Jirot blinked. The tiny green skinned girl clasped her hands behind her back, furrowing her brows deep in thought. “How troublesome, she can be your daughter too…”

Jurot’s entire body tensed up, flooding with red and heat, doing his absolute best not to burst out into laughter, while his brother’s laughter was tempered by the pain that his daughter had instantly given up after the fairly simple, but accurate, logic.

No.

How could it be accurate?

Wasn’t Monarot his daughter too?

Meanwhile Dunes laughed freely, his heart at ease, for if the girl was still so troublesome with her words, didn’t that mean she was free within her heart?

“Oh my, so this is why you rushed back?” Vonda teased, causing the half elf to flush.

“No, well, yes, but not like that, but yes, also like that…” Adam cleared his throat lightly.

‘Yes, that is right mummy, bully him just like that,’ Jirot thought, since her father had gotten far too big for his boots.

“Darling, guess how old she is!” Adam said, while Amal whimpered, stopping once she was cuddled up against his chest.

“She looks like she is four, but if you’re mentioning it…”

“Three!” Jirot guessed.

“No.”

“Perhaps you are bluffing?” Vonda asked. “No, it must be that she is younger, but is she really two years old?”

“Nope,” Adam said.

“Daddy is bluffing?” Konarot asked.

“Nope. Amal here, she recently turned one years old.”

Jirot made another circle with her mouth, but this time her brows were furrowed, her other siblings also looking at the giant toddler in shock, for how could she not be the same age as them, when she was so massive?

“How recently?” Vonda asked, reaching down to her amulet.

“I think two months ago?”

Vonda made a motion with her hand, praying for the woman who gave birth to someone like Amal, hoping she was still alive after.

“She must be my daughter, since she is built so well,” Jurot said.

“Ah, she must be kako’s daughter,” Jirot agreed, with full confidence.

Jurot turned hot red once more, falling into a second Rage for the day to stop himself from bursting out in laughter.

Quest Complete!

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Jirot might be the funniest character in the entire story.