Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

[1060] – Y05.060 – Father and Son I

“Apple?” Adam offered to little Danagek, whose eyes darted up to his cousin. The boy blinked innocently before reaching up to the piece of fruit. The pair sat within the shared estate of the Gek, Sen, Ooj, and Nuu families, though many of the children left the pair be to one side.

“Thank you,” the boy said, shoving the half slice of apple into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

“Do you like apples?”

“I like apples,” the boy confirmed. “Do you like apples?”

“I like apples too. I prefer salya, though.”

“Is too mushy,” the boy replied. “I like salya, and I like apple, and I like bread.”

“You like bread too?” Adam asked. ‘You really are your cousin’s cousin.’

“Mm. I like daddy’s bread. I like mommy’s bread.” The boy blinked. “I do not like kako’s bread.”

“I see. Why do you not like kako’s bread?”

“Is too soft.”

“You like hard bread?”

“Mmm,” the boy confirmed, while accepting the next slice of apple from Adam. “Kaza Adam?”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes you like bread?”

“I like bread most times.”

“Do you like shields?”

“Not to eat.”

“Daddy said shields are not for eating,” the boy confirmed. “Why shields taste so good?”

“If they tasted badly, would we make shields?” Adam asked.

Danagek blinked. “No?”

“Whose to say?” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulders.

The boy blinked. “My papa has shield.”

“Dagek has a shield?” Adam asked. ‘Why does a baby need a shield?’ Adam ignored how many shields and weapons he had gifted to children.

“No, papa Tanagek.”

“Tanagek?” Adam asked, recalling the deceased elder brother of the boy. He flushed slightly, unable to help the feeling he was partly responsible, considering how it led to his triplets being found.

“When papa come back, I can play with shield?”

“I’m sure you can, but you cannot eat it,” Adam said, before noting the look of betrayal on the boy’s face.

‘How he can say this?’ Danagek pouted, before Adam held out another apple to him. The boy glanced away, refusing it, before looking back towards the apple, noting its curved shape, like that of the moon that was eaten, and already he could feel the flavours dancing upon his tongue. He reached out and accepted it from his cousin. “Thank you.”

“Tanagek should return soon,” Tonagek said, limping over towards the pair, holding a sleepy Dagek within his arms, the boy sucking on his thumb. However, even he was unsure of when his son would return, especially when his younger brother had passed. ‘You should come to greet your younger brothers soon.’

“Are you excited to meet your older brother?” Adam asked, brushing Danagek’s hair.

“Yes…” The boy flushed as his eyes darted downwards, his smile so shy and bashful.

‘Our Danagek is so adorable too, isn’t he?’ Adam thought, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair, before fixing it with gentle brushes. ‘You punk, how could you not spoil your brother when he’s waiting for you?’

“Daddy, daddy!” Jirot called, dashing towards her father, her younger brother’s little legs stomping towards him, while Gangak trailed behind the pair. “Is kako!”

“Yes?” Adam asked, watching as his daughter panted for air. The pair held one another’s gaze, before Adam shot up. “Oh!”

The shared estate of the Rot, Gak, Kan, and Ool families held a tense air, the children each feeling the heaviness within the air. The Iyrmen acted as though everything was normal, though kept the children to one side, while the Rot family dealt with their matter within their home, the Shaman assisting them.

“Adam,” Gangak called, motioning to a seat.

Adam’s eyes darted around, noting the lack of Jurot and Vonda. ‘Shouldn’t I also…’ Adam furrowed his brows. He glanced down at his seven children, each waiting to one side, with Jirot and Jarot staring at their father expectantly. The half elf dropped down beside Konarot, reaching down to rub her cheek, before his eyes fell to the other children’s eyes.

“Is kaza okay?” Inakan asked.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Adam replied. “Shall we play some…” Adam glanced between the other Iyrmen. ‘Is it rude to play games at this time?’

“I would like to play Warriors and Wanderers,” Gangak said, smiling slightly, noting how awkward Adam was at this time. Last time, the births had been more open, but she was sure it hurt for him not to be there this time.

“Okay,” Adam replied.

“Adam?” Gangak called.

“Yeah?”

“Since you will not see the child right away, you should spoil them deeply.”

Adam’s lips formed a small smile. “Of course.”

“Daddy! I can spoil too?” Jirot asked.

“Of course you can, since you are their elder cousin.”

“I can spoil because I am kaza?”

“Of course.”

Jirot let out a small sigh, sitting a little taller. “Of cuhrs.”

“Me too, daddy?” Jarot asked, the boy tilting his head downwards, making his amber eyes appear so much larger to his father.

Adam reached out to poke the boy’s nose. “Will anyone stop our Jarot from spoiling his kaza?”

“Kekekeke,” the boy cackled lightly.

Tonagek arrived as Adam prepared the game, while Gangak cut fruit and vegetables for the children, and brought out some of the crisps the Iyrmen prepared in the morning. Citool and Rokan watched over the children, assisting them with their sheets and dice rolling, and making sure the children didn’t eat the dice.

“Ack! Inakan! How can they do this to your friend? What will you do?” Adam asked.

“I fight!” Inakan said, picking up her six sided die, throwing it into the tray. “My bonus is three for Fight!”

“What did you roll?” Adam asked, glancing down at the die.

“Oh! I have six! Look!” Inakan pointed to her die. “Six! And three. Six and three. Seven. Eight. Nine?”

“Nine!” Adam gasped. “They can’t roll higher than that, but I’ll roll too. Three and two is five. Five against nine? Jirot, which is bigger?”

“I am bigger,” the girl said.

“Which number is bigger, five or nine?”

“Nine is bigger, daddy,” Jirot stated, raising her brow.

“The difference is so much. Inakan, you easily beat them up, pop pop pop, but as you’re beating them up, Gurot, Murot, the red banded villains are running away. Will you chase them?”

“I will chase them!” Gurot declared, tossing his die, Murot also tossing his die forward, since his brother had already tossed his dice.

“I am fast!” Minool stated.

“Minool, you do not have to roll your die, because you are so fast already, but you can roll your Fight to stop one without even rolling to chase.”

As the Rots and Ools dealt with chasing the villains, the Gaks continued to hold the line behind the group. The Kans fought the boss together, in a mess of a fight that ended up with the children’s victory, even though the leader managed to flee.

“Everyone can increase their Money by one point, and there are some magical weapons that-,”

“Adam,” Jurot’s voice cut through the air. “Come.”

“I’ll let grandaunt give out the magical weapons,” Adam said, causing the old woman to blink, the children all looking towards her, except for the five who stood up to follow their father.

“I come too!” Jirot said.

“Daddy…” Konarot stared up at her father.

“Jurot, will you stop them?” Adam asked, raising his brows to bully his brother.

“No one can stop them,” Jurot said, holding out a hand to beckon the children.

Pam lay within the bed of blankets, the exhaustion on her face only kept at bay by the adoration for her rather chubby baby, whose eyes remained glued shut, the girl’s lips opened to reveal her pink gums.

“Kek! Kek!” the girl coughed, causing Adam to swoon, wanting to spoil the girl already.

Jurot’s eyes fell to the girl, and though he stood tall and strong, he had insisted on being the one to call Adam due to the heaviness within his heart.

“Don’t get too close,” Adam said, placing a hand on Jirot and Konarot, stopping the rest of them by stopping the leaders. “Look. It’s your cousin.”

Jirot’s eyes remained focused on the baby, who was so small, even smaller than her. ‘So small! The baby is so small!’

Konarot’s tail sway lightly behind her, the girl staring at the baby too, taking in her sight, and the weird scents upon the air. She glanced up towards Pam and Jurot, who the baby smelled so similarly to.

“Adam,” Pam called, weakly, smiling towards the half elf. “I would like to name her Monarot.”

“I would like to name the girl Pamarot,” Jurot added.

“Will you choose?” Pam asked.

Adam’s heart beat a little quicker within his chest. “Well, I mean…” The tingles rushed through the half elf, who looked towards Vonda, the young woman smiling tiredly towards the half elf, her belly still full. “Normally I’d agree with Jurot, but he’s not the one who spent so long giving birth. Monarot is a good name, and the next daughter you have, she can be called Pamarot.”

“Okay,” Jurot said, his eyes falling upon the half elf, who no doubt wanted to hold the newborn girl.

“Jurot, you punk, how could your daughter be so adorable?” Adam asked.

Jurot was unsure of how to respond, his heart still aching, the heaviness pressing through his entire body.

“Gosh, papo, how you can do this?” Jirot asked. “My kaza is so gorjus, is all your fault.”

“It’s kako’s fault too, isn’t it?”

Jirot blinked, looking towards her aunt, whose exhausted eyes slowly fell shut. “How you can say that, daddy? Kako make such lovely bread, how it can be her fault?”

“Ah,” Adam said, his voice hitching within his throat, the half elf’s eyes filling with tears, doing his best not to burst out in laughter. “Of course.”

As the Rot family welcomed another child into their life, still waiting on the other, a figure made their way to the shared family estates.

It was not rare of him to sit within the shared family estate, since he had joined one of the four families. He sat opposite an Iyrman half his age by the name of Wahruv, whose greatsword remained leaned against the wall beside them. The pair glanced to the side, towards the do who stepped into the shared estate.

‘He is here?’ Gorot thought.

Dunes stepped towards pair, pausing a moment, his eyes falling down to the dark skinned Iyrmen who sat nearby, each staring up at the Priest.

“…” The dark skinned figure waited for the Priest to speak up.

“We need to talk,” Dunes said, staring down at the older Aswadian.

“Okay,” Ashmir replied, the pair of Aswadians following Gorot to the cabins outside of the estate.

“Gorot,” a voice called, and the trio turned to find an Iyrman who wore a familiar set of tattoos. The Iyrman glanced at those he had grown up alongside, and then back to Gorot, who he had known for about as long. “Her name is Monarot.”

The excitement rushed through the estate, while the Aswadian Priest glanced to the floor. He clenched his fist, feeling the guilt rush through him. He tried to meditate as they stepped out towards the cabins.

Once the short conversation was over, Ashmir returned back to the shared estate, and Dunes made his way back to the main gate of the Iyr.

“Adam’s child will be born soon,” Gorot said.

“I should return back to the business,” Dunes replied.

“Okay,” Gorot replied, escorting the Priest back, after his very short conversation with the man who had been adopted into the Mir family.

“Do you not wish to remain?” Dunes asked.

“We each have our duties we must complete,” Gorot said, thinking over Dunes’ conversation with the man. The Priest’s words had been brutal, hammering at the old man with a viciousness Gorot didn’t expect. It was not because Dunes had blamed the old man for anything, but because he came to the old man without any pride. “I am sure you understand.”

Dunes stopped. The guilt of taking Gorot away from the births of the children overwhelmed him for a moment. However, it was but a drop when it came to the guilt of his greatest failure, and so he continued walking.

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