Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

The Windy Warhawk followed along the coastline of Aswadasad, passing by other ships which made their voyage along the coast towards Aldland, and while some may have disguised themselves as merchant ships, there were few which would dare to trouble the Windy Warhawk.

“We’re heading further today?” Adam asked, ready to roll his dice, eager to earn a copper. 

“It would be nice to arrive in Arisa by noon or early afternoon,” Ashuk said. “You will be able to settle yourselves easier if you have more time and spend most of the day resting from the journey before resting naturally.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Adam said, losing more and more copper to each of the sailors during the game, without a single care in the world. 

As the ship travelled without a worry in the world, hundreds of miles away to the west, one of Adam’s daughters was causing a small mess. 

“You draw so well, my Virot!” Jarot exclaimed, reaching out to brush the girl’s hair, though his heart ached, for he could not see his Jirot that day. 

“Kaka, you always draw so well,” little Jarot said, kissing her forehead. 

“Kaka?” Virot asked.

“Jirot is still sick.”

“No?”

“Yes.”

Virot pouted, though quickly her pout disappeared, as she smiled so brightly, forcing herself up as she screamed and charged at her mother. “Mommy!”

“Virot, Virot, quietly,” Vonda said, lifting the girl up who assaulted her face with kisses, the woman realised she would need another bath, all the while the girl squealed with delight. “Are you behaving, or are you causing a mess for your sister’s sake?”

“Kaka sick!” the girl complained, hugging her mother, pouting so heavily, which was her usual expression whenever she tried to get out of trouble, but this time it was heavier, the worry for her sister filling her up. Perhaps it was not worry, but loneliness, for the girls were so close.

“Did you draw for your sister?”

“Dow,” Virot confirmed, before babbling away at her mother noisily, pointing back towards the exit so she could give her sister the dowing.

“My greatdaughter draws so well!” Jarot laughed wildly, grinning even wider than usual, though his eyes creased with stress. 

“Virot, did you thank your greatfather for helping?” Vonda asked.

“What help did my greatdaughter require? She holds the gem so firmly, like a blade, and her art is greater than the art I create on the battlefield! My greatdaughter who draws so well!”

“Babo!” Virot reached out a hand, but as the old Jarot reached out for it, she pulled it back and cackled, causing her greatfather to laugh too.

Little Jarot also smiled wide, the boy giggling, reaching his hand up to hold his mother’s without realising. Vonda brushed along the back of his hand tenderly, before the pair embraced together, and Vonda greeted the rest of the children, checking upon her youngest, who was fast asleep to one side, the boy snoozing without a care in the world, sleeping like an adult.

Gangak remained beside her greatdaughter, reading the girl one of her tales, wiping the tiny green girl’s nose now and again.

“Veisswing is strong?”

“Veisswing is, he is a dragon.”

“Are all dragons strong?”

“All dragons are strong, and they grow more powerful as they age.”

“He has a big sister too?”

“Yes.”

“He is like Jarot! Jarot has a big sister! I am Jarot’s big sister!” Jirot laughed and coughed, her greatmother helped her by patting her back. 

“Yes, a big sister who causes as much trouble,” Gangak joked.

“Kekeke!” Jirot smirked wide. “Veisswing’s daddy does not look like him?”

“That is right.” Gangak smiled, seeing the way the girl was still working hard to learn more and more, even while she was sick.

“He plays with his sister?”

“Sometimes, but they leave one another be.”

“Why?”

“They are not close.”

“He is not like Jarot. I am so close with Jarot. I love my brother so much. I love you too, nano.” 

“I love you too, my Jirot,” Gangak said, leaning down to kiss her sweaty forehead. She fed her greatdaughter soup and continued to keep her company. 

“Nano, can I be as pretty as you?” Jirot asked, her eyes slowly shutting.

“You are already so beautiful, my Jirot.”

“Of course, since I am mummy’s daughter,” Jirot whispered, yawning, the girl turned her head slightly to look at her greatmother. 

Gangak smiled, brushing the girl’s hair repeatedly, soothing her to sleep.

“Daddy is a little bit handsome too…”

“Just a little bit?”

“Just a little bit,” the girl confirmed, smirking slightly. 

The day was so long, full of nothingness.

But not for Adam.

“What the hell is that?” Adam asked, staring out into the darkened sky, the sun setting behind the ship. The sailors rushed to their post, urgency spurring their feet forward. The half elf just watched as the giant mass fell. “Is that a golem?”

“Yes,” Bael said, tilting his neck from side to side, while the Captain shouted his orders. “I will deal with it.” 

Thunder rumbled from the boat as the lightning crackled, and Bael, almost daring to burn his Spark, rushed forward in a mass of half dragon and half lightning, bolted towards the golem. He tackled the form from the side, the giant golem spinning slightly as Bael let out a pained grunt, far enough away to let it slip. He then shot upwards against the golem’s front, holding out his arms, the entire weight of the golem upon him now as he tried to slow down its descent, lightning crackling all around him. The golem’s falling body slowed as they approached the surface, and right before they fell into the depths, the lightning dissipated, and the fall rippled outwards towards the ship, the waves slamming against the Windy Warhawk, though not quite with the tsunami the world had originally threatened them with, and yet the Windy Warhawk rode the wave as though it were stuck to the water. 

“Hey, would you guys mind picking him up for us?” Adam asked, glancing aside towards the mermen, who had no idea Bael was so powerful. 

“Who is he?” Captain Cumulus O’Shan asked, eyes darting towards the half elf, who had seemed far too calm. 

“He’s Bael.”

“Bael?” 

“A friend.” Adam noted the look on the Captain’s face. “I don’t know much about him, but apparently he and the Iyr go way back, or something.”

‘What?’ 

As the mermen returned back to the ship, carrying Bael, who inhaled the crisp air deep into his lungs.

“You alright?” Adam asked.

“I’m fine,” Bael replied, glad he didn’t need to burn his Spark, but he glanced aside towards the sea. ‘What is one of those doing in this realm?’

“What was it?”

“Nothing important,” Bael replied, shaking his head lightly, meaning they didn’t need to deal with it. 

“A golem…” Jurot whispered.

“We should get ourselves a golem,” Adam said, rubbing his chin. 

“It is difficult.”

“It is?”

“They are a relic from an era long past. Most believe none remain, but it is certain some do, though they are kept hidden away. That golem must have slipped through the Realms.” 

“Slipped through Realms?” Adam asked. 

Jurot shook his head, since it was too dangerous to speak about this topic, especially since there were those who were not crazy monsters with the likes of the O’Shan family or the Iyr backing them. Though, he supposed the others around did have Adam.

“So even the Iyr knows moderation?” Bael joked, grinning wide like a beast, dripping seawater all over the deck. The patsul were too busy staring at him in awe to be annoyed. 

“We are too weak to deal with such matters,” Jurot replied simply, and with that, they dropped the topic.

A moment later, a shout came from the sea, and the Captain peeked overhead, barking back towards them. He nodded his head to the unseen figure, and pulled back. 

“The mermen had prepared for the event,” Captain O’Shan informed. 

“Now that I think about it, something like that, wouldn’t it have destroyed the nearby lands if the tsunami, the tidal wave, just… you know?” Adam said, realising just how close they had been to death.

“Matters within the sea are dealt with by those within the sea,” Captain O’Shan replied.

“What does that mean?”

“They divine matters and deal with them so they do not effect the land,” Jurot said. “It is our agreement. Land matters are dealt by those on the land. Undersea matters are dealt by those undersea.”

“What about on the sea matters?”

Jurot shrugged in the way that told Adam everything he needed to know, and once more, the half elf recalled just how much he hated the sea. 

‘I need some kind of waterbreathing, natural swimming too.’ Adam took a half step back from the edge of the ship. 

They arrived at the town towards the late evening, the ship docking, the group finding a dock inn to rest, before they awoke early in the morning. Hopefully there would be no golem falling from the sky, and somehow, there was nothing like that.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Adam said, letting out a small sigh. “Just how many kids am I going to have?”

Jan glanced aside towards the half elf curiously, though returned his attention back to the little girl who remained unconscious within his arms. 

“I don’t want to sound racist, but do any of you know her?” Adam asked, pointing to the merman child. 

“No,” Jan replied, raising his brow. “She looks nothing like us.”

Adam glanced between them all, doing his best not to burst out into laughter, or to make the inappropriate joke. 

“Adam,” Jurot called, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Well done.”

“Thanks,” Adam replied, his voice pained.

I'm sure there's nothing troubling about anything that happened within this chapter.

Jarot is going to be so happy there's another greatchild.