The Blessing on the Black Beach
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:20:31 GMT -8
(From In Room Play with Milhin, Kieran, Trent, and Tessa Grey, 11-18-18)
Long ago, the Black Beach had been the landing point of a fleet carrying the forces of Arc Kaliba. Seventy two ship sin all made the landing- many remaining at sea and sending countless long boats. Within a day, they had a massive military camp at the unoccupied beach that rested in the shadow of a volcano that dominated the skyline.
Nearby jungle and wilderness showed the majestic land of Tyran- and in those days early in Tyran history, Arc built the stone altar that was still there among the sandy dunes. To gain the attention of a god, he had systematically sacrificed one thousand captives. Pirates, criminals, rebels. The prisoners from the many campaigns that lead him to this fabled land of magic and mystery. Each slaughtered with a black blade forged by the Duregar, Balduran.
Tonight, in the moonlight- the altar was unearthed. 60 feet on each side, it was a square altar that boasted a circular dais 20 ft in radius. The dais was covered in runes of infernal script, prayers to ancient forces that had no name.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:21:07 GMT -8
Trent Kaliba stood upon that altar to the Deity of Evil- regardless what name they had now, and said the words of invocation. Sacrifice wasn't neccessary this time. He had another gift, but the Goddess would have to come to claim it. His business was private. He stood, his sweet Milhin beside him.
He was wearing deep black clothing, a fashion statement as much as practical amidst his wizard robes. A long cape was secured with a silver clasp and chain, but more unique- was the thick fabric wrap that secured his baby boy against his chest. The sling might've been something any other father would find foolish, but the fashionable Trent Kaliba didn't much care as Kieran cooed rhymically to Trent's ancient invocation.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:23:54 GMT -8
Upon the old long-forgotten altar, Milhin stood beside Trent and recited the incantation written upon the altar in perfect unison. Her lilting musical voice a perfect contrast to Trent's deeper male register. The language inscribed was one of several languages native to the necromancer and such a joy to speak that she found herself swaying and slowly spinning, a tributary dance of her own in addition to the invocation they spoke. Much easier to do since Trent held the baby.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:24:21 GMT -8
While Milhin did not wish to be 'beholden', he knew that to her- this must be like attending church for the first time in a long while. He expected the visit to be...cathartic of a sort. Either way, even Kieran was dressed in finery, a tunic and pants instead of the usual infant clothing. A little larger for his age, in terms of stature- the young boy looked on fascinated by the ghostly radiance that rose off the runes and sigils that formed the circle. A blood price this time, was not paid. Instead- behind him prostate to the ground, supine in submission was a champion of good that had long been removed from the battlefield.
He was covered by a great inky blackness, as if a sheet to conceal until the showing of the Goddess- something that may, in fact- not even take place. Still- the spell and prayer had been invoked. Started, it could not be stopped. So it wasn't. Performed to completion. No other deity had moved Trent in the many years since his service to the Goddess / es of Magic. Tyr had once even attempted to torture him in his grief, his Priestess tried to recruit him. Trent needed nothing from any god.
But this one... this one intrigued him. Interested him. Shared his view on a good many things. So here he came, with a Gift.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:24:46 GMT -8
Sometimes the goddess lingered in the temple of evil to witness the work of her followers. However, most of the time she was busy influencing the minds of the corrupted. Tessa refused to rely on others to get her job done, although she appreciated her staff. Her work was much different than theirs, for all she needed to do was whisper into minds. She drove men mad with the words she told them and eventually she got what she wanted: control.
Tessa was adamant on making her plans clear to the temple. Evil didn't work in one way and she understood that some preferred destruction. But if they were going to be under her reign, they would follow her rules. Petty attacks on innocent villages or the destruction of Tyran itself would leave evil with nothing to really strive for. She showed the significance of sin and darkness.
The goddess felt the strange pull of her unbeating heart, something that she had yet to experience. It was liberating to feel the call of a potential.... supporter. Fog around them grew thick as the goddess stepped forward to show herself in front of the altar, facing the two who called her attention.
Tessa held a look of confidence as she glanced between the two of them. "Trent Kaliba and Milhin LeNoir," she purred out their names with affection. "Not who I was expecting to call upon me so soon, but Tyran still seems to surprise me. I am Lady Grey, goddess of darkness, shadows, and evil. Tell me, dark ones... what is it that I can do for you?" It was a rehearsed line she had come to know many years ago: make them think there was something in it for them before you took what you wanted. However, there was something honest about her statement this time around.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:25:12 GMT -8
The skirts of her ebon lace gown swayed as she spun, trailing patterns in the dust and debris that littered the altar. Milhin swayed to the rhythm of their incantation, body undulating with dark sensuality. Rumours suggested the Grey Goddess appreciated the beauty inherent in all creatures of darkness. Milhin expressed that dark beauty through her ghostly movements. Her arms spread away from her body, hands raising and twisting as her fingers enacted fluidly elegant poses in the air.
It was cathartic in a way. The first offering she had made to a deity since her days long ago as a priestess of darkness. And as the Grey Goddess appeared before them and spoke, it was only natural for Milhin's dance to carry her in perfect motion to a deep curtsy before the deity.
"Your presence honours us, Lady Grey." She crooned before rising to her full diminutive height. Milhin then glanced to her enamorato, deferring to him to explain.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:26:04 GMT -8
Trent's father had stood here so many years ago. This same place. Now it was warped, distorted by the volcano's eruption and Trent's own magical power. He had corrupted the land around here and soon he would forge with it a land fit for his son.
Introductions wasn't neccessary it seemed- and he suspected they never were. Trent bowed, a manuever so well practiced but never done in earnest until now. The Grey Goddess was someone who gave him some hope for Tyran's religious backbone. His philosophy matched well with Lady Grey's, and he suspected she knew as much. As such- she'd no doubt undertand the limits of his servitude.
However, their Son, needed the Goddess. His magic was unrefined but powerful. His power over minds had made him a threat to the household staff of House Kaliba. He was darkness, living, breathing darkness. Even now, the Goddess would see that a scorpion was moving up the altar to act as defender to the infant demon.
" We've come to ask of your blessing- Lady Grey- of this land we have taken. But more so- We invoked you, to give tribute in accordance to your statues."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:26:38 GMT -8
The goddess wore a gown of black lace. Her appearance was more modest to match the tradional methods of the ritual, with a bodice that covers most of her chest save for her shoulders and collar bone. The skirt itself looked to have a whimsical pattern of grey and black lace that looked more like smoke than material.
Tessa stepped forward, giving a curt nod of her head in return. She dared reached forward to tickle under the babe's chin. "Beautiful..." She spoke of his mind more than his cute cheeks. She lifted her icey gaze up to Trent as he pointed out the idea of a tribute.
"Bless this land?" She arched a brow, but there was also a hint of a smirk in her painted red lips. "Tell me why, Lord Kaliba are you worthy if such a thing?" Her hands lifted slightly, as if she were about to reach out to touch him. Trent's mind was such a powerful tool and she wanted to play with it.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:27:50 GMT -8
" You do not need such assurances. You know who I am. While the world is shrouded in darkness, you have no problem seeing." He said. She knew his actions if she were truly all she said. He had manipulated events in both past and present, he had caused wars and rumors of wars, he had manipulated and would manipulate kings and queens. To him, the Game was elementary. To him, even this interaction was not so out of the ordinary.
While heroes still came to him, and the light still struggled to see- he moved his pieces across the board. Long before her scripture was written, he was 'reading that unholy book.' The darkness wrapped around him like a blanket, and he perhaps more than anyone understood just how that worked.
" The Light has a city. A sanctum. My son, will have the same. He is the blood of the Black, the darkness- the night. He is the blood of demons and drow. He is unique, and already the minions of darkness pay tribute to him. I understand that in your sovereignty, he rests. Do not push for further praise or groveling."
" What I will build here, will be a place fit for Masters. A place fit for greatness. A place fit for those who see the Dark as it is. Beautiful. Creative and destructive. Unfettered by morality... this place does not need your blessing- as much as I thought it wise, to seek it all the same. With or without you, it shall come to pass. But I would not neglect my son in neglecting respect for you."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:28:22 GMT -8
" Your gift." He said dispelling the shroud from the prone giant. Before her, was Athos- the Storm Giant. He had once lead a noble race of righteous barbarians- the same barbarians that were corrupted by a demon prince- the same barbarians driven to death by that same prince.
Athos had been subject to the Thrall too long- the removal of the enchanted bands meant nothing now. He was a slave- forever. The powerful giant, once a sign of good- had been stripped of identity, of hope, of faith- and here- he was prone at the goddesses feet.
" What was once a champion, is now your slave. Broken by my hand. Delivered by me hand, to your will." And at that he was quiet, both for Milhin to speak if she wished, and for the Goddess. Depending on her response, would depend on what else would be said- but while Trent deferred to the Goddess- he would not so easily bend. She hadn't even bought him dinner yet.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:29:49 GMT -8
Milhin quietly wandered back to Trent's side, leaning over to brush her lips over Kieran's brow and her fingers over his cheek affectionately. "Quite simply, Lady Grey, we seek your blessing as a means of giving our son a place in this world where he will be accepted and loved for his darkness. Where it will be encouraged to grow and flourish. Given that environment, he will no doubt grow to be one of yours." The corner of Milhin's mouth lifted. "An advantage surely even a Goddess may appreciate."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:31:19 GMT -8
"It is not my job to compete with the light," her tone was gentle despite being blunt. "For years these gods have played in a game of chess. A masterful game, I admit, but that does not give me my goal. I don't need to crush the light to get what I want." She played her little part in the "balance" of Tyran, but she was not here to play trivial games with the light. She was going to do her own thing- strip everything down to the core and pollute the land with ideology.
"Of course." She complemented Milhin silently on the topic of their son. Although Tessa didn't need direct temple members, she did require followers. Although her ego enjoyed being fed, they didn't even need to follow her every order. That was just a bonus.
Her gaze took in the sight of Athos. He represented everything she planned on turning Tyran into. Of course, she accepted the gift and went ahead with what she already planned on offering them.
"For too long the darkness has been feared. It's a lovely thing, being feared. But it's not the only way to rule. Fear has divided us all, left my kin- our kind isolated and forced to live in hiding from the purge. Kieran should be able to live in solitude of the darkness; to understand there is true happiness in his way of life. As should you. I will make sure no inch of light will be able to harm the darkness here."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:31:45 GMT -8
"Who said a thing about competition? " He asked, his own tone candid- but decidedly critical not of the goddess, but of the very idea. Competition? What competition was there? How many more people showed up at her coronation than his? How tempting was sin? Had anyone ever been 'tempted' to do the right thing? The hard thing?
He had done the hard things once. It ended with his lover murdered by some jealous shrew.
People didn't deserve, justice. Mercy. Enlightened rule. They deserved the lash, the cross, the chain. They deserved whatever the strong gave them, be it benevolence and order- or slavery and tyranny. Trent found all of them had purpose when properly applied. But he would never expect darkness to compete with light. It was simply not the game he ever intended to play. He wasn't making a land set on domination. He was making a land in which sin was celebrated. In which the rules- were changed.
" We are blessed that you have risen from obscurity. Your philosophy matches our own, Lady Grey and your blessing will not be put to waste."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:32:10 GMT -8
Being feared was lovely. But being accepted was even better. To be loved and adored and embraced for your nature. To be encouraged to indulge in it without fear of reprisal. That was truly liberating. "Your ascension is a refreshing change from the cliche destruction and carnage, Lady Grey. While those have their place, to be sure, there is an elegance in your philosophy that we appreciate. I look forward to seeing more."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:32:43 GMT -8
"You do not have to mention the city... cities of light to me," she assured him. This situation between them was not the darkness vs the light, but rather the acceptance that darkness and evil is a fulfilling way of life. They loved, they had families, they sinned, they did everything anyone else did, save for the fact that they played by different rules. It wasn't a wrong way to live, Tessa made sure to make that very clear to her followers.
The goddess dragged a nail upon the palm of her hand, watching the blood pool before she pressed it against a pile of soil. Thunder echoed in the distance as her powers spread through the ground of the city. This was for all of them, all of her kin who deserved more than what the world was giving them.
"I should hope not, Lord Kaliba..." She didn't have time for mortals who did not give their all to the darkness. Trent and Milhin were not the type to do so, but Tessa was not one to put all her eggs in one basket. "I too look forward to the work that can be done here. Of course, if there's anything the darkness can provide you, do not hesitate. I give to those who seek my darkness... it should be spread through the world, not kept in a cage." Once more her eyes fell upon the babe. "He will never have to question who he is so long as I am around."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:33:11 GMT -8
" Thank you. When he is older- we will bring him to your temple. " He made the promise. He would keep it. There was nothing else to say. The pact was made. The cities foundation laid with the blood of a god. The path of his son was taking shape. He took Milhin's hand in his and gave it a squeeze, his other arm drawing Kieran from the sling around him.
"Would you like to hold him for a moment?" He asked Lady Grey.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:33:38 GMT -8
Milhin's hand slipped into Trent's and returned the squeeze. There was always a risk when dealing with deities, particularly ones who had yet to establish patterns and reputations. However in this case, between Trent and Kieran, Milhin was certain the potential benefit outweighed the risks involved.
When Trent offered Kieran to the Goddess to hold, Milhin moved to assist with her free hand, adjusting any fabric that caught on Kieran's limbs.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:34:01 GMT -8
There was a hint of hesitance at holding the child, but Tessa came forward with outstretched arms to collect the babe from him. She cradled Kieran carefully, staring down at him with a small smile. In a twisted way, she felt as if he were a child of her own. Tessa wasn't exactly a maternal person, but as she ascended there was this connection to all creatures of the night. They were all her kin and she was protective of their souls. It was the only reason she stuck around to hold the child. She wanted to see his potential for her and what she stood for.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:34:37 GMT -8
Kieran cooed affectionately, reaching out to grasp the goddesses finger in one hand. Eyes were wide at her looking at him, and lips turned up in a smile. The horns that would soon break his scalp were like two knots at his head, and for a moment all was peace and black. Trent looked on, pleased at the Goddess' response, but also at the sight. This was one child Arc would never 'control.'
" Thank you for meeting us, Lady Grey. I think Kieran likes you."
Milhin would say nothing, allowing Trent to say farewell for the both of them. Instead, Milhin would take the hem of her skirt and dip once more in a curtsy.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 19, 2018 16:35:05 GMT -8
Tessa gave a small exhale that had laughter behind it. She grinned at the confirmation that the child enjoyed her presence before handing him back to his father.
"It was a pleasure to meet the both of you. I look forward to witnessing what you can do." With those words she turned on her heel and vanished into the fog.
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