Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

The gentle scent of sandalwood filled the air, the stick of incense lighting as the Captain clapped his hands. The room was small, made up of various cube cabinets and drawers, which could slide and spin around the room, leaving little want for more space. The Captain configured the room for guests, the various cubes and cuboids shifted around to allow the guests to settle, to place tea upon, and to hide away all manner of secrets.

Jurot took in the sight of the personal effects of the Captain, but spent most of his time admiring the wood, especially since the workmanship was undoubtedly a combination of dwarven and elvish, and he was certain all the tiny tracks and hooks were of gnomish design, for very few could match the intricate detailing of the gnomes, who made even dwarves grumble with their ability. 

Kitool spotted a large number of items which intrigued her, and shamelessly eyed them up, from the spears, to the swords, to the sabres, to the daggers, then to the various small paintings, as well as the silverware placed neatly all about. A small army of rings stood at attention upon the wall, each made of various precious metals, woods, gems, many no doubt magical. 

One ring stood out in particular, for it was that ring, the Ring of Telekinesis, for many appeared the same, and there was no way someone like the Captain would be showing off a fake one just to show off. 

The Captain, as though to assuage such worries, reached out for the ring, which was almost brass in colour, with a gem set upon it in the shape of a mostly opened hand, though as the Captain used it to call forth the tea kettle and cups at his will, it was the fact there was a small line of red running all along the ring and the gem.

‘Impressive,’ Kitool thought. 

As the pair sat opposite the captain, tasting the harsh flavour of the tea, the Captain placed a hand upon the table, calming his heart, taking in the sight of the young Iyrmen before him. 

“Are you planning on conquering a town in Aswadasad?” the Captain asked, half joking, but considering their great might, they could truly cause a giant mess in any of the small towns, and take over a small region of villages, all the while Aswadasad was busy with the Reavers.

“No,” Jurot replied, sipping the tea, the flavours invading along his tongue, punching his gums with its sharpness.

“Iyrmen,” the Captain said, his tone heavy, not quite threatening, but not far off, “just what are you planning?”

“We spoke the truth,” Jurot replied calmly.

“You are going to meet with the Fariq of Black Mountain?”

“We wish to speak with the Shen too, and there are other smaller matters we wish to attend to, but our main goal is to meet with the Priest Commander of Black Mountain to speak of a matter with Brother Dunes.”

“What matter is this?” Captain O’Shan dared to ask, though it was rude.

“Adam and Brother Dunes are close,” Jurot replied.

“Adam wishes to keep Manager Dunes at his side,” Kitool explained, deciding they may as well inform him of the matter. “Manager Dunes wishes to repay his debt to Black Mountain, and wishes for the United Kindom to form a bond with his Order.”

‘Are they saying they covet someone from Black Mountain? Is the Iyr so fearless?’ Captain O’Shan remained quiet for a long moment within his thoughts. “United Kindom, it trades in magical weapons? You have an enchanter?”

The pair nodded, saying no more, and the Captain took the hint. 

“What kind of weapons can they enchant?” The Captain’s curiosity got the better of him, even though he was flirting with death before the Iyrmen. 

“They can enchant such items which surpass even the Spear’s spear,” Jurot replied simply.

“Can this enchanter of yours enchant a weapon greater than this?” The Captain placed down the blade, which looked to be pure gold, but worth its weight in platinum. It was short, for self defence mostly, and though it seemed to be made of pure gold, they could see the marks all across the blade, the kind that revealed how it had been forged, by dragon breath. 

“What does it do?” Jurot asked.

“You know what it does,” Captain O’Shan replied, voice dripping with the accusation, which caused Jurot to bow his head. 

“It is Greater Enhanced?”

“Yes,” Captain O’Shan replied, speaking the truth, but there was certainly something more about the blade. 

Jurot stared at it long and hard, for it was certainly a Great Enhanced shortblade, a shortsword made of seagold, he assumed. It struck as hard as a greatsword, like Seventh Sky, but while Seventh Sky could draw greater might every so often, this blade was something else entirely. Seventh Sky was in its own league when it came to Greater Enhanced weapons, close to the top, alongside Phantom in many ways, but this sword?

Urkina’s Golden Dragon Fang.

This blade was truly worth its weight in platinum, and it was such a heavy blade too. Ten thousand gold would be too little for this blade, especially for a half elf, for it was Greater Enhanced within the hands of most, but in the hands of those elvish folk, even those whom were of half elvish blood, it was a Legendary Enhanced blade. It was the kind of blade which one could use with their strength, but also their skill, that was evident enough due to it being a shorter blade, but this sword, that was so heavy, could press upon another with one of its abilities, and with the other, lighten the wielder, mimicking two particular Third Gate spells. 

What made this blade more terrifying was that the wielder did not need to focus upon these spells, and, upon drawing the blade, they could cast either or both of the spells in an instant, and still plunge the blade into their enemy. Even more terrifying was that such an ability was not as limited as one might expect, for when the sun was highest in the sky, and when it was the lowest, unseen for hours, the blade was able to cast such spells once more. 

That was what was mostly known of the blade, though there were many other secrets that it possessed, for all those who came across such a blade were unknown, for only a handful ever came across such a blade and survived throughout known history, each terrifying monsters of their own. 

“A blade crafted and forged through dragon breath, that of Great Urkina, and many of the great crafters in its time,” Jurot said, complimenting the blade, for few blades were able to hold such a pedigree. “A gift for the O’Shan family. Perhaps the weapons crafted within the business, enchanted by the Enchanter, could not compare in many ways. I am certain if the Enchanter wished to create such a powerful blade, they would reach the status of one of the Platinum Fifty.”

‘What a ridiculous thing to state,’ Captain O’Shan thought, their heart suddenly fluttering at the thought of another Great Enchanter living so close to them. 

“However, since Great Urkina promised to hunt those who took the blade from the O’Shan family, whether through barter or banditry, I am uncertain if the business can…” Jurot paused, thinking about the sword within Dunes’ possession. “No, it is certain we could compare in that regard too.”

“Do you have any one who could challenge the might of Great Urkina?” Captain O’Shan asked. 

“No, but we have many who are eager to hunt,” Jurot stated, speaking as one might expect for an Iyrman. However, Jurot fell deep into thought. ‘If Adam could swim and breathe underwater, could he face the likes of Great Urkina?’

Kitool was pretty sure Jurot was thinking something dangerous, and seeing her face, Captain O’Shan also realised the Iyrman was thinking something dangerous.

Meanwhile, Adam stared out towards the sea, his hands clasped behind his back. He kept humming in thought as they continued along their way, travelling far quicker than most ships he had the privilege of boarding, and apparently, still not at the peak of the Windy Warhawk’s top speed. 

“I should have brought more gifts in case we came across Great Urkina,” Adam said, letting out a soft sigh.

‘Hmm?’ Bael thought, before approaching the half elf, standing with his arm’s crossed. “You wished to bring more gifts for who?”

“Great Urkina.”

“That old drake?”

Adam blinked, his eyes darting to the side in shock. “Bael! What do you mean? Don’t call her that!”

“What? She is an old drake. She’s at least a thousand years old, no, almost two thousand?” Bael thought, trying to recall her age.

“Seriously, man! Don’t scare me like that!”

“What are you so afraid of? She doesn’t have the courage to annoy us.”

“Seriously!” Adam clenched his fist, ready to beat some sense into Bael, whose eyes remained focused on the sea. 

“If she does appear, I’ll consider handing over this sword,” Bael said. “I want to see if she has the courage to accept it.”

‘Just who is this crazy bastard?’ Adam thought. ‘No! It’s going to be too troublesome!’

I always think Bael is such a goofy guy and then I remember who he's related to...