Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

What was it?

What did those eyes mean?

Pam remained unnerved by her husband’s look, for it had been one of the few times he had ever shown such emotion, but beyond that, it had been the first time she had seen that look. It was… glee? No, it was… a blood thirst? No, no, it was too innocent for that, though still not quite that innocent.

“Baba, you fought so well,” a tiny little form said, daring to interrupt her conversation between her baba and the one known as Kal Fadi.

“If my little Jirot thinks I fought well, I must have fought well,” Fakrot joked, though as the girl reached out a hand, he took it, the girl’s soft hand against his own hands, holding the coarseness of the Iyr. He could feel the intense glare of his grandniece, who went from threatening him with her eyes, then to reassuring him with those glistening amber orbs, to glaring at him once more, holding up a finger, the greatest threat of all. Yet, she showed him mercy, especially as the middle aged Iyrman rubbed her hand with his own hands. Thankfully, little Jarot also gave him a thumbs up.

“Baba, you must eat, okay? You fought so well, so you must be hungry, so you must eat,” Jirot said, not that she needed to give her reasoning, for would her baba dare to refuse? No, this baba of hers, he was so wise, so wise indeed.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” the Faro finally said, for though almost everyone here was a terrifying monster, at least there was one person she could speak to in order to ease her heart.

Although…

She was perhaps the most terrifying of all.

“It is my pleasure too,” Ray Vonda, the youngest Ray of Life’s Rose’s history, said. “I thank you for your hospitality, Lady al-Yasin.”

“There are few who can say they have not only hosted so many grand Iyrmen, but also someone as famous as you.”

“I did not realise my name flew so far across the sea.”

“Even before your husband made his name, it was you, as Sir Vonda, who had made a name for herself with your great skill.”

Ray Vonda smiled warmly, for it was truly an age ago, when she had stepped across the land, almost a decade ago now, and had managed to reach Expert so quickly, perhaps more quickly than any other. One might have thought it was talent, but just like her uncle, it was born through desperation. Now? The feeling of desperation, it no longer plagued her the same way, the same as her uncle.

“I have brought a few gifts, though it was awkward to hand them over at this time. I hope we can meet once more before we make our way to the capital.”

“I will always make time for you, Ray Vonda of Life’s Rose,” Lady al-Yasin said, for there were few across all lands who could refuse one with the title of Ray, and fewer who would do so openly.

“Thank you.”

Thankfully it seemed the Ray was gentle of heart. However, Lady al-Yasin had not been born yesterday, nor this year, this century, even this millennium, and held within her heart the understanding that the Ray was far more than she appeared. Even more so than her husband. It was that keenness of her mind, which played no small part in her attaining her title so young, the Lady would need to be wary of. The half elf’s ridiculous strength, the Ray’s wisdom, it was a deadly combination. Thankfully, it was she who was able to control her husband.

‘I hope you live a long life, Ray.’

“Daddy,” Konarot called, holding up her cup, waiting patiently.

The half elf filled the cup, beaming with a smile. “Drink up as much as you want. Isn’t the water here so different to the water of the Iyr?”

Konarot sipped her water, considering her father’s words, smacking her lips lightly as she surmised whether her father was right. “It tastes so different, daddy. It tastes warm.”

“Daddy,” Kirot called, thanking her father a moment later, tapping her chin with a hand, before sipping the water. Karot also blinked, but his father filled the cup too, and the pair tasted the water, also agreeing with their elder sister, for the water here was so different.

It tasted warm.

‘I’ll need to speak with them later in the evening,’ the half elf thought, realising just how dangerous his strength had become. He hadn’t expected, even the previous year, that he was this strong. Even if he did Level Up, that hadn’t done much, so most of his strength was something he possessed since he fought the Vice Commander a few years ago, or at the very least, since he slew the Grand Commander of High Garden.

The half elf blinked, noted the way his triplets were looking at his worried face. “What’s all this? My children are looking at me with such bright, expectant eyes?”

“Daddy…”

“What’s all this? Did I show off too much? Ho ho ho! It seems this father of yours ended up flirting with your mother too much? Are you all embarrassed now? Is there anything embarrassing about a husband showing off in front of his wife?” Adam half exclaimed to the world, as a fool, causing his wife to reach up to her forehead.

Even little Jirot and little Jarot looked up, but they couldn’t tease their father too much, for if he was misbehaving this much, it meant their father needed some time. The twins reached up to his collar, Jirot half standing upon her father’s thigh, hugging his head, brushing through his hair.

“Daddy, are you eating?”

“I’m eating, I’m eating.”

“You fought so well, so you must be hungry, so you must eat,” the little girl said, brushing her father’s forehead lightly. “If you do not, you will…”

Little Jarot blinked, noting the way his sister looked at him, and the boy blinked once more. Thankfully, however, the girl smiled, washing away his worries, not realising the flower of darkness blooming within her tiny heart, though it quickly melted away, for their father was a fool, but in this way, he was a genius among geniuses.

The old Jarot’s body flashed red hot, though he almost choked as Lanarot pushed another piece of bread into his mouth, for she had ate so much of the fluffy flatbread, it was beginning to hurt, but due to her pride, she was unable to admit she had been defeated by such, so therefore her grandfather would need to eat the rest.

‘I should have cut one’s neck,’ Jarot thought, though he was distracted once more, for little Lanarot brought up a piece of flatbread to his lips once more, and then leaned in to whisper.

“Grandfather, next time, I want to see you fight.”

Jarot held his granddaughter’s innocent gaze, but slowly the old man began to smirk, causing his granddaughter to smirk too. Yes, for she was her granddaughter, her mother’s daughter, her brother’s sister, her niece’s aunt, this Lanarot of his.

‘Should I have brought Larot?’ the half elf thought, his eyes glancing across all the figures in front of him. ‘I should have shown off to him too…’

“Papa!” Amalrot called, whimpering, reaching out with her arms, and quickly the half elf surrendered his twins to his grandmothers, taking the girl from her mother.

“What’s this? Did you miss me, Amal?” the half elf asked, picking her up, grumbling quietly as he flexed his muscles. “Ock! Why are you so big? So big?”

“Papa…” Amalrot stared into her brother’s eyes, and now that she was within his arms, she flushed and looked away shyly.

Adam blinked.

“Nano, did you see?” little Jirot whispered into her greatmother’s ear.

“I see many things,” Mulrot admitted.

“My daddy is the strongest!” Jirot whispered with such delight, the girl’s smile threatening to blind the woman, so she could no longer see many things. Even little Jarot flushed at the words, the boy cuddling up to Gangak’s bosom, her strong arms pinning him in close.

The old Jarot’s ears twitched, and he supposed his grandson was that strong, though, shouldn’t he be that strong at least?

After all, the fool was his grandson.

Thankfully, the Iyr’s mercy was well known, and began to leave her in peace.

“We will not forget the hospitality you have shown us,” Karmin, a cousin of the current Chief, someone rumoured to be a Paragon, said.

“I hope Lord Noor’s rays guide you during your journey,” the woman replied, and though the Iyrman had half spoken it as a threat, since he bowed his head respectfully, it meant her family would not need to worry for the next century.

“We should not impose upon the Lady any longer,” the Fariq also said, clasping his hands together, bowing his head lightly in the martial respect.

“To eat the gulab jamun of Arisa, it is always a pleasure, for other than perhaps Black Mountain, the coconut flakes within Arisa are unrivalled.”

“Those of the Amber Blades are always welcome within Arisa,” the Faro said, smiling innocently, for they understood she only half meant it.

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