Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

“Though, do you want a good fight, or do you want to see the monster known as the Crazy Father?” Adam asked.

“I would like a good fight, and to see what kind of a monster you are, Crazy Father.”

“Then, let’s do this. For the first round, you can dance, and I can use my smite, but we’ll warm up. Then, from the second round, we’ll stop holding back. That way, we can fight properly, to see the true limits of our abilities, or at the very least, we won’t end the bout too quickly, without revealing our power.”

“I agree to these terms.”

“Also, no killing. I’m saying that so you don’t kill me and say it’s an accident because you realise I’m too strong to let live. You don’t have to worry about me causing a mess against you, as long as you don’t trouble me, and it’ll be annoying to die right now.” Adam huffed, reaching up to his brow, as though the half elf had already gone through the awkwardness of dying multiple times.

‘He really is crazy,’ John thought, before noticing the look of Dunes’ face, which was more so praying the half elf would stop being so cringe.

It was then Adam looked to Jurot, raising a brow, with a certain question in his eyes, and for once, his eyes were clear, sparkling with intelligence. As Jurot took the look, he slowly bowed his head, and with that, Adam’s worries quickly melted away.

‘If Jurot says it’s fine to reveal this much, then it’s fine.’

Captain O’Shan understood what the look meant, because he was stunned too, uncertain what the Iyrman was thinking. This was all too much, the half elf was a prize that the Iyr should be holding on to, so why were they revealing him to them? The Captain managed to catch Jurot’s eyes, the Iyrman slowly bowing his head, the shadow of a smile upon his face.

“How is it that your name is not known?” Ashuk asked, wondering how much the half elf was willing to give up.

“I became a bigger deal last year, and an even bigger deal this year, but unfortunately, the Reavers have appeared, and it’s all a bit of a mess,” the half elf admitted.

“You are the Mad Dog’s grandson, but why do you not fight his way?”

“I became his grandson recently,” Adam replied, smiling awkwardly. “It took this long because I’m an idiot, but I’m also related to a bunch of other monsters, like Butcher Marmak.”

“You are related to Mahmak?” Ashuk replied, his brows raising in alarm, somehow still able to be shocked by the half elf.

“He’s my grandmother’s cousin, who I believe was once called Rising Swallow Mulrot, and her brother is Falling Swallow Malfev. Then there’s Rajin, the Bearded Dragon, who is Uwajin’s grand… uncle?”

“Grandfather,” Uwajin said, for once completely lucid, her Iyramn instincts tickling her entire body.

“I remember the Bearded Dragon,” Ashuk said. “He was spoken in the same breath as the Mad Dog, and those who have gained the title of Great Elder within the Iyr.”

“Yeah, but then there’s my grandmother, Flame Brand, who was a monster in Aswadasad, so much so, they had to kick her out because she was too strong!” Adam beamed with pride, and though Tagak filled with annoyance, he didn’t speak up.

“Flame Brand too?” Ashuk asked, suddenly slightly more alert, for Mad Dog was one thing, but Flame Brand too?

“You know her?”

“My younger cousin met her during the Tariff Skirmish when they were younger, almost a half century ago. I heard she made a name for herself after, but she disappeared.”

“Yeah, the Orders from Aswadasad joined together to kick her out, because they were so afraid,” Adam said, his tone as though he were asking for death. “Anyway, our Taygak here, she’s her grandniece, same as Laygak and Tagak, I mean, they’re her grandnephews, obviously.”

Ashuk bowed his head towards the Gaks, who returned a bow of their heads, especially Taygak, who almost headbutt the air.

“You should remember that name, though. Taygak.” Adam’s eyes remained firmly fixated on the inasir, who could clash with King Merryweather. A sudden intensity emanated from the half elf, a rage that remained hidden, the kind that denoted he really was the Mad Dog’s grandson. “She’s going to be tearing through Aldland and Aswadasad like nobodies business, and the Orders won’t have a chance to stop her from rising.”

“Perhaps I will live long enough to hear the tales,” Ashuk replied, taken in by Adam’s words, falling into the half elf’s pace.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take too long. You’ll only need to wait ten, maybe twenty years, so don’t go picking a fight with other crazy idiot half elves, alright?” Adam joked, grinning wide.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty four.”

Ashuk blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was a Master at twenty three, it’s pretty impressive, isn’t it?”

“You are not a Paragon?” Ashuk asked, certain the half elf was one considering his great might. In fact, he was on par with Shaya, who was almost a Paragon like himself.

“Let’s just say that the Divine have given me abilities to match Paragons,” the half elf said, winking at him, reaching down to tap his obsidian amulet, that of Baktu. “It’s a little dangerous for us both if you think too much about it.”

“You are… truly twenty four?”

“Yeah, Jurot, me, Kitool, we’re all twenty four, and Masters.”

“Are they as terrifying as you?”

“I would rather fight you than either of them,” Adam admitted, and seeing as how they could take offence, he let out a small feigned whimper. “Iyrmen are crazy, you know?”

“Is that all?” Ashuk raised his brow, still taking some offence.

“Ah, well. You’re tough, but Jurot, against me, is equally as tough, even though he’s almost two tiers below, since he’s a Rot. Kitool? Kitool’s scary. Really scary. Her grandaunt, also my grandaunt, almost exploded a Grand Commander, Platinum Shield I think is her title.”

Jurot allowed Adam to let slip his own weaknesses, a gift to the O’Shan, and mostly because Adam had the protection of the various families he had mentioned. If Adam was only close to the Rot family, and the Rot family were more isolated from the other families, he’d have had to stop his brother, but Adam’s children were doted upon by so many families, and he doted upon so many of their families children. If someone wanted to cause trouble for Adam, there was a high chance they would need to face all the monsters which the Iyr had revealed to protect him, the same monsters who had killed so efficiently, they couldn’t send a message.

“Her grandaunt almost… exploded the Platinum Shield?”

“Yeah,” Adam replied, recalling the first time he had met her, with no idea she was so strong. She always seemed so serene, sweet, and yet with a single touch, she could explode him too.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you know, she…” Adam motioned with his hand, stabbing the air with a finger, before twitching and convulsing and throwing his arms into the air, making the noise of a Fireball.

‘So she is a Paragon?’

“Then there’s my granduncles, Bloodblade, and also Duteous Dogek,” Adam said, motioning to Chosen and Tanagek.

Tanagek noted that though the Gek family was quite close to Adam, the half elf had mentioned his granduncle’s name second. Could he blame the half elf? At least he mentioned his granduncle’s name.

“Bloodblade and Duteous Dogek too?” Ashuk asked, for those were figures he heard. There were quite a large number of Iyrmen who held a name, but very few held such a deep prestige as those in particular. From Bearded Dragon to Duteous Dogek, the sheer pedigree of the Iyrmen in front of him, each apparently related to such powerful figures, caused his mind to race.

‘I probably shouldn’t mention Ashmir or Elder Wrath, right?’ Adam thought, before glancing aside towards Bavin, who stood tall, blank faced. “Of course, Bavin here, takes after his grandfather.”

“His grandfather?”

“Bavin, what was it?”

“Wildheard,” the Iyrman stated.

“Wildheart?” Ashuk replied, realising he had heard that name too, since it was spoken alongside Mad Dog, Drakebane, and Deathhand. “Did he also become a Great Elder?”

“Yes,” Bavin replied, his entire body tingling with pride. “Elder Wrath.”

“Yeah, and Ashmir, uh, I mean…” Adam paused, having pointing at the dark skinned Iyrman. “I mean, my cousin, I wanted to gift her the spear.”

“Ashmir?” Ashuk turned, his eyes quickly darting to the Aswadian man. “Lion King?”

Ashmir sighed, nodding his head.

“My cousin, Iznat,” Ashuk said, glancing aside towards the red skinned Iyrmen for a moment, “met you in her youth.”

“An inasir?” Ashmir asked, trying to recall an inasir from his youth, but was unable to remember. “I remember meeting an inasir, but the memory is like a blade covered in dust.”

“She wielded the sister spear of my own. They call her, in this tongue, Ten Blow Spear?” Ashuk said, trying to remember, translating the term loosely.

“I remember slightly, but the image is still vague. I remember how my body felt, screaming at me when we fought.”

“She is mostly retired, watching over her children, her grandchildren, mine as well, since they are such troublemakers,” Ashuk said, sighing.

Ashmir let out a long, tired sigh of understanding, while Captain O’Shan’s mind raced, trying to process everything he had heard.

‘Why…’ Captain O’Shan decided against thinking more deeply about it for now, since it seemed as though Jurot and Kitool wished to speak with him.

Suspicious.