Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

143. Queen of Jokes

Entalia remained glaring at the Half Elf, still upset by his words. 

Adam, unbothered by her glare, rolled his eyes. “Anyway, when were you a Queen?”

Entalia grinned wide. “So now you finally understand how amazing I am? I have been the Queen of Drakkenlen for over a century. They call me Queen Silvari, the Silver Nightmare.”

“Silver Nightmare?” Adam asked.

“I had to crush quite a few rebellions in order to become the Queen, after my father died before me,” she said, frowning. “It was quite the time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Adam replied, wondering if he should ask about her father. ‘No, that’s awkward.’

“Do you now understand how amazing I am?” the woman asked, trying to change the awkward conversation.

“I understand.”

“Good,” she said. “Though don’t think I have forgotten how you called me a lizard girl.”

“Don’t think I have forgotten you called me a half blood,” Adam replied, his eyes replying with a knowing glare. “Don’t try to use that as an excuse for trying to scam me.”

Entalia frowned. ‘He caught on too quick.’

“I don’t care that you’re a Queen,” Adam admitted. “If you won’t act like a decent person, then I won’t treat you like a decent person.”

‘A decent person? Me?’ Entalia thought. ‘Perhaps he didn’t hear about what happened during the rebellions?’

“Do you think that after hearing that you’re a Queen that I’ll treat you any better?” Adam asked. “Muh queen of da norf?” Adam raised his brow. 

‘Queen of da norf?’ Entalia thought, feeling her brow pulse. “Are you trying to poke fun at me.”

Adam scoffed. “The person I treat the best is this little girl who keeps shitting her pants.” Adam reached over and brushed Lanarot’s hair, causing her to squirm slightly, before she hid her head into her mother’s chest. “I don’t care about your status one bit, and I won’t be impressed by it. Unless, of course, you’re an Iyrman,” Adam said, noting the gazes of the Chief and other Great Elders.

‘He’s talking about how he is impressed by us, but…’ The Great Elders exchanged a quick glance between one another. ‘Is it really true he has lived multiple lives?’

“You!” Entalia growled. “How could you say something like that?”

“I don’t care about Queen Silvari one bit!” Adam declared. “Though, my friend Entalia, I care much more about her.” He smiled. 

“I’m still mad,” the Dragon replied, storming forward.

“You’re free to be mad,” Adam replied, chuckling. “I won’t forgive you for calling me a half blood since you’re not going to forgive me for taking a shot back.”

“So kunjas!” Entalia grumbled. “Bring that stupid little sister of yours and I’ll show her my maginificent mighty form!” 

Adam’s brow twitched.

Sonarot looked down to Adam, and then noted the look in Jurot’s eyes too. ‘Oh dear.’

Adam threw the gem swords across the floor, and held out Lightsear.

Entalia threw a look over her shoulder, seeing the gem swords on the floor and the beautiful blade. “What are you doing?”

Adam inhaled deeply. “You have pissed me off too much.” He dropped Lightsear on the floor, but Entalia quickly snatched it before it fell.

“Pissed you off?” Entalia asked. ‘Is he saying that I made him angry?’

“Come on, Lanarot.” Adam said, picking Lanarot up, who squirmed for a moment, wanting to be with her mother, but Adam rubbed his cheek against hers and ruffled her hair. “Let’s go play with your blocks.” 

Entalia stared at the Half Elf, wondering if he was pretending to be mad in order to get something from her. “What are you doing?”

Jurot’s nostrils flared angrily, and he crossed his arms, digging his fingers into his biceps. “Of course our sister would be stupid!” he declared. “She is only seven months old!”

Sonarot reached up to hide her face.

Adam stopped. He turned and brought Lanarot up to Jurot, before grabbing her arm and slapping Jurot with her hand. “What are you saying? Our little sister is the smartest seven month old out there.”

Jurot stared down at him. “She is no-“

“Cutest In The Whole World!” Adam declared. “Jurot, I know that you don’t understand what you’re saying, so I’ll forgive you this time, but don’t you dare say such a thing again or I really will beat you in front of Aunt!”

Sonarot glanced between Adam, Jurot, and Entalia. “I am sure that Jurot did not mean it in that way,” she said. “I am also sure that Queen Silvari didn’t mean to poke fun of a child when she is so wise and graceful.”

Entalia threw an awkward glance towards Sonarot. ‘It was only a little joke…’ Still, to call a baby stupid in front of her mother, it was quite poorly mannered of her. ‘I’m meant to be a Queen. How did I manage to lose all my grace in front of the Half Elf and the Deathsingers?’ 

“I’m sorry,” Entalia said. “I didn’t mean it.”

Adam snapped his eyes towards her, his eyes full of anger still. “I don’t mind what you say about me, Entalia, but I won’t let anyone bully my little sister.” He held her to his chest. He grit his teeth. 

‘This guy really does love his sister too much,’ came the thoughts of everyone around.

“Lanarot is my adorable little sister, the only one I have in this world.” He kissed the girl’s forehead. “I won’t let anyone talk sh- I mean, speak ill of you.” He reached down to pinch her cheeks gently, tugging on them. “Not a single person.”

“Right,” she said. “I’m sorry, Adam. I won’t do it again.” She felt as though this had been blown out of proportion, but it was her fault.

“Then I guess you’ll apologise by letting her ride you when she’s older?” Adam asked. “Or are you just joking now too?”

Entalia closed her eyes tight, sighing. “Sure, sure. Come on.” 

Adam smiled. “If you are just joking, I’ll be coming for your entire hoard to gift to her instead.”

“You can try,” Entalia said.

Adam threw Jurot a look. “Did you hear that? We have permission to try to take Queen Silvari’s hoard. Won’t there be so many great items?”

Jurot nodded.

Entalia had forgotten that Jurot was a part of his party. ‘Uh oh.’

With the weapons picked up and at Adam’s side, they finally arrived at the field.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that little girl was your future wife,” Entalia said.

“She’s my adorable little sister,” Adam repeated. “If you want to be the best brother in the world, then I need to do at least this little.” Adam continued to pinch her cheeks gently, making them red. “Isn’t that right my cute little Lanarot? I’ll definitely be your favourite brother, right?”

‘Favourite brother?’ Jurot thought, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Entalia, seeing that Lanarot was looking her way, began to shift into her Dragon form. She was large and beautiful, as once might expect, with thousands upon thousands of scales all along her body, some the size of Lanarot’s thumb, and some the size of her head. The light of the Iyr caused her scales to shimmer. 

Lanarot stared at the dragon, noting that the woman had turned purely silver, with so many spiky bits littered all about her, and that she was no longer a beautiful woman with pointy ears, but a large, beastly creature, with a giant maw. 

The baby twitched, staring at the Dragon as she transformed, before her lips trembled and her eyes narrowed as she began to cry.

Adam, who was smiling while showing his sister something amazing, frowned. “Oh, right. You are a little scary looking.”

Lanarot continued to cry in Adam’s chest as he tried to pat her back, until he handed her over to her mother, who had enjoyed the sight of the Dragon transforming.

“I think you’re very beautiful like this, but that is probably because of my taste,” Adam said, clearing his throat. 

“What good taste you have too,” Entalia replied, before quickly switching back to her Elvish form. “Well, now that I’ve shown her my form and our deals have been made, I’ll be going now.”

“So soon?”

“I’ll be back before the Twilight Month,” she said, waving her hand. She was too embarrassed to remain here, after being brought so low because of a baby. 

She had come to the Iyr to have some fun, but instead, she had been bullied by a Half Elf who was so young, he wasn’t even a hundred years old! She had also been bullied by a little baby, and had lost so many items to the Half Elf. ‘At least I’ll have three magical weapons…’ 

“Then, I’ll be seeing you,” Adam said. “Lanarot, say goodbye to Entalia.”

Lanarot had only just stopped crying, holding onto her mother’s chest. 

“I don’t need to go say goodbye to her,” Entalia said.

“Hmm?” Adam said, placing a hand on Entalia’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to leave without saying goodbye to my little sister, right?”

Entalia could feel an unknown pressure coming from Adam as he smiled towards her, slowly squeezing her shoulder.

“Right?”

‘I thought we were friends?’ Entalia thought, crying in her soul.

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Jurot trying to be a good big brother, but failing. He's got the spirit.

Adam, a level 4 baby boy, bullying a Dragon who could one shot him. 

He's playing with fire, uh, ice, but she did call his sister stupid, so she deserves it.