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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:37:49 GMT -8
New Arisalon had the enviable name, of the White City. A special stone was used to create most of it's original buildings, stone hewn from the bones of a dead empire. In the cool air of the evening it was without it's own noise, its own renewed life. Arcanus had been dead for some time, long enough that the common people had become accustomed to the rule of Rosewyn Kaliba, formerly d'Aleska, a point often mentioned with contention among the elder ranks of the armies of House Kaliba.
It was with some regret that Vargas watched the threat of mischief silently. Victor had went to bed, supposedly. But he knew that with the visiting 'niece' at least one of the twins would leave the safety of the People's Palace and wander places better left alone. The streets, lined with greenery hewn close to walls, ivy creeping along idyllic stonework and the glow of lanterns suspended over on poles or hanging chain, the city seemed safe.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:41:31 GMT -8
Young Lady Verity strolled side by side with her niece and nephew. It was so strange to call them that. Zephyr was her age and Elyn was older. And yet Verity was Reign and Laelia's sister. Victor had gone to bed, or at least he'd said. Verity, not having the strict training regimen that Victor
had, delighted at the opportunity to spend time with her family outside of the People's Palace. Verity wore a lovely gown of sunshine yellow, sleeveless and cinched at her slender waist, accentuating budding womanhood just enough, but well within the realm of propriety. She smiled brightly, pointing out this or that of interest.
Zephyr Kaliba, Laelia's son, was quiet at their side. For the most part, he favoured the Kalibas in his colouring. Pale blond hair, blue eyes. Except for when he was angry. Though the moments were few and far between, it was never a good thing to see those eyes turn the glittering amethyst hue reminiscent of the Vargos. His facial features as well, were rather easy to place as Vargo. When he smiled, when he furrowed his brow. One could see Mordred and Monet in him. He was tall, 5'10" and still growing, with lean graceful muscle built from extensive training. He wore black trousers and a matching leather jerkin, over a loose fitting tunic. Strapped to his left hip was a longsword and to his right, a shortsword.
Elyn arrived in New Arisalon earlier in the day. After a history lesson on her father, he sent her to the city in order to help out with the younger Kalibas. While they were only a couple years younger than her, Elyn figured that all the Kaliba children knew how to defend themselves. However, that didn't stop Elyn from making a promise that she would protect them all. Part of her wondered if perhaps this was a sneaky way her father made sure she would be out of harm's way... but she never argued. Not with Reign. The city itself hadn't changed since her last visit. She admired the grand building and the busy streets. Her own mother took up residency in one of the distant houses, but for now, Elyn chose to keep her mother in the dark about the recent events. She was safe from the magic that lingered inside of her and her father... it was better that way. It took her a while to get settled into the manor, but her cousin, aunt, and uncle made things smoother. Elyn stood out a little compared to the rest of them. Her pale blonde hair was closer to white
than blonde and her eyes were of a pale violet color- not like the Vargo's, but because of her arcane bloodline. She too was silent, thinking over the possibility of a Kaliba being the thief that stole Arcs armor and the other items. Reign's concern had her on full alert, silently protective of her younger family members. |
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:49:58 GMT -8
New Arisalon had places other cities did not. For instance the dance hall that boasted no small number of young nobles. Be it recruits to the ever growing military, or the artists, inventors, and scholars who came to New Arisalon for the freedom and security to learn, create, and contribute to a society dedicated to the Polis. An idea that society was best served by excellence, and a nearly single minded devotion to such a thing.
People often said incorrectly, that the Arisalonians in the ancient days had no gods. This is untrue. Their god was the idea of the Polis. The city. The great civilization. All you did, from your marriage to your children, lead to the excellence and and glory of Arisalon. This single -mindedness lead to a great creation, incredible acts of humanity, but also a ruthlessness that laid in wait in the heart of every Arisalonian.
That was still true. You'd find token observances to the changing gods on Tyran, temples set aside to honour the aspects of Chaos and Order far more so than Darkness and Light. A priest in New Arisalon was little more than a philosopher. But those ideas mattered little at Little Wing. It was a dance hall set in the Garden District not far from the Academy of Alchemy.
It was in this place that the Kalibas found themselves. To Verity, the sensation of familiarity came but not with the place. But with a young man with stark white hair and a compact build, wearing clothing that denoted him none of the previously mentioned categories. Zephyr wouldn't recognize him from the training yards, and he moved through the dance hall taking turns in exchange with those who came to enjoy the nearly primal beat of drums and the sound of the viol, accompanying music far too loud for their parents.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:53:34 GMT -8
When the music reached her ears, Verity found herself swaying lightly, enjoying how the skirts of her dress swished about her ankles with each movement she made. "Elyn, do you enjoy dancing?" She asked her niece, gazing about the room eagerly. The young man with the white hair caught
her gaze and she found herself stopping in her tracks. Her head canted as her eyes blinked slowly with open curiosity.
Zephyr sighed quietly, glancing at Verity. "Am I going to have to dance with you again?" He asked in a soft baritone voice, seeming slightly put out.
"Of course, silly!" Verity exclaimed. "But first it's only polite to fetch the ladies a drink." She teased, eyeing Elyn with a grin. "Laelia doesn't teach him about manners."
Zephyr rolled his eyes, and slipped into the crowd.
The sound of music drew Elyn's gaze away from admiring the foundations of the buildings. She
loved everything about the city, right down to the overly decorated halls and the man who sold cabbage at the market. "Dancing?" Verity caught her off guard. Eyes drifted over her aunt's swaying form with curiosity. "I can't say that I dislike it, but I've only ever read about it. My old village never had any balls and father, Shelzi, and I just live on our own," she said as if she were trying to excuse them for not teaching her how to dance.
It wasn't that Elyn never wanted to. She enjoyed 'girly' things. Shelzi reminded her of a 'girly' person: so fragile and beautiful. Elyn was elegant and charming, but she wasn't raised like the twin. Zephyr's comment caused her to laugh as he walked away. "You'll have to teach me." If anything, Elyn wanted to learn all there was to living life. Her dark purple gown was simpler than most of the gowns that nobles wore, but the silk fabric wasn't something she wore around the house. Even now, she chose to wear something a little more frillier than she was used to in order to blend in better with the rest of them.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:56:55 GMT -8
The young man (it was fair to say boy in relative company) moved with a surprising adeptness. While many of the young soldiers there moved with a kind of mechanical precision, the white haired man moved with expression, a kind of rhythm that seemed to betray just how little he cared
about the lookers on. Feeling eyes upon him had never felt odd. In most places he was the most odd looking fellow around. He'd grown up for a season on the Raven Isles, spent a couple of years in Silem before making his way here at the behest of an old letter telling him to seek out the birth of dreams when he had reached seventeen. Here he was. New Arisalon had a nickname among their Silem allies, the Birth of A Dream in reference to how the city literally appeared one day in which so many things looked lost. He didn't mind the lookers on, until one of those onlookers drew his attention. They're gaze felt like pinpricks of familiarity. A sensation not felt in the whole of his short life.
He excused his partner and with a polite bow he stepped one step backwards before turning away. Silem was a place of art and culture, his time there had softened the warrior training of the Raven Isles, as well as the unpredictable nature of his origin. His genesis. He approached the Kaliba women with open curiosity, acutely aware of the fellow not far off seeking drinks.
"Don't mind him. He knows how. He's actually very good. I'd love to teach you. I'm so glad you came to visit us, Elly." Verity used the pet name she'd had for Elyn ever since they were younger. "I wish you came more often...." Her words trailed off as the young man she'd been watching began to approach them.
"I...Hello." Verity said, taking the skirt of her gown in hand and dipping lightly in a curtsy. "I don't believe I've ever seen you here before." She greeted the newcomer. And yet he looked so familiar. She hummed in curiosity. "My name is Verity. Lady Verity Kaliba. And this is my niece, Lady Elyn Kaliba." She introduced themselves.
Zephyr, meanwhile, leaned against a counter and glanced over his shoulder while he awaited a server to pour beverages. His gaze came to rest upon his family, ensuring they were still where he'd left them.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 16:59:54 GMT -8
Another laugh escaped her lips, "Seems he also knows how to brood well enough." She teased her cousin only after he was gone. "I promise I will visit more, I've been learning a lot with father though." They all knew that above anything else, she loved training her magical abilities. After watching Trent win his area battle so many years ago, she vowed to be stronger than him. She only wished he were still alive to see it come true.
"Hello," Elyn added after she was introduced. She too gave a small curtsy, but her free hand remained near a hidden pocket of her gown where her wand was. Although she wanted nothing more than to have a fun evening with her family, she also took her jobs seriously. "And you are?" she asked coyly, her head canting to the side. A stranger, apparently.
The name had him bowing reflexively. He wasn't so sure he meant to, as much as he knew he was supposed to- something short of compulsion. He glanced between the two ladies taking each one individually before separately. "No, I.." he paused as if to gather himself. "I just got into town a month or so previous. " In the moment's struggle, he found his words and his poise once he stood up straight again. " My name is Ardyn, it's a pleasure to meet you both. I couldn't help but notice neither of you had partners. Such an injustice deserved attention."
"Allow me then to welcome you to New Arisalon." Verity smiled. "The pleasure is ours, Ardyn." She replied politely. And then giggled. "The true injustice is that Elyn here has never been dancing before." She eyed her niece mischievously. "Would you help me teach her?" It was then that Zephyr weaved his way back through the crowd, deftly side-stepping mingling people without even alerting them to his presence. In his hands he held two glasses of cider.
Ah, Elyn thought He's one of -those- boys. His features stood out no matter where she looked. His white hair, his cheekbones, his fluid reflexes. Elyn, truthfully, had never met someone close to her age that wasn't family. Which meant that she was on high alert. "Injustice..." She drawled the word out before giving a short laugh. "Didn't you just leave another partner? I think it's still a little uneven." It was clear that Elyn wasn't perfect when it came to social etiquette. Wide eyes turned to meet Ver's mischievous ones. She gave her a silent look of what are you doing before turning back to smile at Ardyn. She really feared the idea of some stranger teaching her how to dance. "And..." Her eyes danced around for some excuse. "Look, there's Zephyr with the drinks!"
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:01:35 GMT -8
Ardyn's eyes looked to the man who held similarities to himself. It was an uncanny thing to sense so many presences just like you. "It would be my pleasure." he said with a smile, one that felt almost too good to be true. Is this what he had been told would happen? Had he stumbled upon people who would understand?
He gestured to the floor for them all to go. " That partner will find her way, I'm sure of it. And while it would be my pleasure, I have no wish to pressure you." he said glancing to the floor. "We are however here, to dance." The young man took a step back from the three of them. "My invitation stands, Kaliba's. I've heard you're all fearless. Prove the rumor true." he said with a flourishing bow and turned back to the crowd as the growing pace of viol and cello met in furious refrain in crescendo before the next song began. The grand group of musicians shifted styles as the floor began to pair up. The song was slavonic in nature, a swaying rhythm with delicate accents. At the moment, Ardyn wandered forward without a partner.
Verity grinned as the challenge was issued. She took her glass from Zephyr and took a deep pull from it before setting it aside. She glanced at Elyn. "Well if you aren't going to dance with him, I will." She said and swept forward onto the floor after Ardyn, intending to pair up with him. Zephyr frowned slightly. "Who is that?" He glanced to Elyn and then nodded to the young man his aunt had just trailed after. "He seems familiar, but I've never seen him before." He murmured, offering the drink to Elyn. And then he sighed. "Do you want to dance?"
Elyn didn't like his smile. It felt too perfect, too beautiful, too... She frowned, trying to think of the word. Still, he wasn't wrong. Even more so, the challenge was something that Elyn would never turn down. She had far too much pride to let the fear of embarrassing herself keep her on the sidelines. In the very least she witnessed parties and read books; surely it wasn't that hard? They all looked so free. "Be my guest," she gestured out to the dance floor.
Eyes trailed after Verity with a smile on her lips. "You know," she turned to Zephyr, "I admire her." Verity was much better at these sorts of thing than Elyn was. Likely because Elyn was too worried about everything that she still had yet to let go. Zephyr's words didn't help. "I thought it was the white hair..." She took the drink, swirling it around before drinking it back. "I've never seen him before. He seems nice enough though." A small shrug of her shoulders was given. While she would remain on high alert, she didn't want to worry her cousin either. Instead, she offered out her hand for him to take, a wide grin plastered on her lips. "I can't promise you that I won't step on your toes."
Ardyn placed his hand carefully at the upper section of her waist in the most chaste way a man would approach such a thing, considering his partner's age and perhaps more importantly at this moment, her last name. He took her hand in his and lead with a kind of smooth movement that seemed to share control. The swaying rhythm of the music lead them to move in step back and forth with variation into the crowd of people all in similar waltz. " So, I take it Elyn doesn't get out much?" he asked gently. There was an understanding in his voice, an absence of presumption.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:03:24 GMT -8
"She was raised this way, I suppose." Zephyr commented to his cousin with a shrug. Verity had always been a social butterfly despite the fact that after people spent time around her they often shied away. That's what happened when you couldn't tell a lie around someone. And life was full of little white lies. He took Elyn's hands, resting one on his arm and the other in his hand, then placed his other hand at her waist. "I'm not worried. If you feel like your skirt is getting caught beneath your feet, you can use this hand to grab your skirt." He instructed quietly. "And then we move like this. Count out loud if you need to. 1-2-3, 1-2-3." Verity meanwhile, seemed very much at home on the dance floor, following Ardyn's lead with graceful and well-practiced movements, her skirts swaying elegantly about her ankles. "Not often, no." She agreed. "I'm trying to change that."
*Meanwhile, a scant two blocks away- in the Deep Forge of the Magister's Tower; molten metal and fire both began to swirl amidst the magic of a dark presence. Conjuration and powerful enchantments both bound the giant frame engineered and created by the wizard Lanthon. The frame of the golem ignited, it's reservoir of heat filled from the very depths of the plane of fire. This inferno was controlled, it's heat used to sustain itself. Lanthon had his marching orders, and for the good of the Empire, he'd commence them. To work such dire magicks, it had taken blood. A lot of it. He could only hope that the Magister would be pleased- and that this would act as a cry to arms... a reminder that Arisalon could never cease it's vigil. This monstrosity lurched forward it's locomotion becoming smoother as the metal creaked and hissed until joints were strong enough to move with new alacrity. Lanthon opened the ring gate, and issued his last command. *
Elyn willingly joined Zephyr on the dance floor, listening carefully to his instructions. She followed his lead, her facing giving away that she was actually counting out the pattern in her head, but otherwise, she was moving rather well. "Do you like dancing? And the parties? I can't say I'm a fan of the crowds, but it's a nice change from being in the middle of nowhere." She couldn't help but think of her age. Soon she would need to go out and explore the world; find her own place without hanging onto her father's cloak for guidance. She glanced over at Verity and Ardyn curiously, admiring their form. Something still made her stomach turn and her heart flutter with anxiety.
Ardyn nodded. "That is very considerate of you. My time in Silem taught me all I'd wish to know about art, music... They are often too concerned with such, but it made for an amazing couple of years." He glanced over momentarily at Elyn and Zephyr, and offered a small smile to them both. There was something almost touching about the display, something that almost made him feel...pride? Satisfaction? They were odd feelings to have about people he didn't know, who were just living their lives.
"It is good to see you out among the common folk. It is something sorely needed, Lady Kaliba." he remarked, before he slowed step almost awkwardly. Was there some kind of bonfire tonight? The orange glow was far more than the lanterns outside...and the smell of smoke was coming through the open windows high above the ground floor. It was not quite enough to alert many, if any. But something felt wrong. When he looked back to the light shedding inside, he noted it was no more brighter than usual. A premonition perhaps?
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:05:18 GMT -8
"I'd enjoy the dancing more if it wasn't accompanied by everything else." Zephyr smiled wryly. "I don't do it often. Except when Grandmother has her parties. I'm expected to attend." He said, leading her further out onto the floor as she gained more confidence with the simple step they were doing. Then, without warning he nudged her backwards a pace and raising his hand, he twirled her, bringing her deftly back around and to him again. A smirk curved his mouth, sure he was about to get scolded.
"I enjoy it." Verity said. "I think...I think it's important for one to play as well as work. Art, music...they are the expression of a culture. People remember a song that made them feel something. A painting that inspired them. Creativity is what makes us unique." Said with a bright smile. "Well..." A faint flush crept into her cheeks. "The Palace can be...dull sometimes. It's nice to be outside." Her smile faded slightly. "Is everything alright?"
"No." he answered once more compelled to do something he thought instead of wanted. He filed that away for later. "I'm quite sure, that something is burning. I mean... I think? I smelt the smoke, felt the fire..." He shook his head, "But I've not sight of it... So perhaps I'm going mad. I often have such feelings.. The are often wro- right. " He looked to Verity and with a chuckle, commented something that was probably unexpected. He didn't recoil or dismiss himself. He just laughed. When the comment finally escaped he chuckled a bit more, as the music slowed and faded. "A little on the nose, naming you Verity, Huh?"
Her head canted, brow furrowing as he expressed smelling smoke, feeling fire. "I don't smell anything." Verity said, and yet she looked as though she believed him. The reason being the exact same reason he found himself laughing. She never had to worry about people lying to her. "I...well..." Her eyes lowered and she laughed awkwardly. "I don't think my mother knew at the time. I have a twin brother. His name is Victor." How interesting he was. But something else seemed more pressing. "But if you're often right. Perhaps there is a fire." And that idea worried her.
"There's more to it?" She eyed him with slight fear until she understood and laughed. "You're a Kaliba, Zephyr. All of this comes with the title, I think." Elyn didn't mind that. Then again, she only took her father's name three years ago. For Elyn, a lot of things were still new to her. Suddenly, Elyn found herself twirling away and back to Zephyr. "What the heck?" She blinked, looking down at their feet. Surprisingly, Elyn found herself grinning. "That was so much fun! Next time a little warning?" She arched a brow. It was hard to scold someone when you were smiling so much. "Go ag---" She caught Ardyn's smile and the way he slowed himself. She followed his gaze out to the window, frowning. "Zephyr... I can't explain it, but I think something is wrong."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:07:28 GMT -8
Daragorn was a bound elemental, warped in servitude and bound to the golem which exited the Ring Gate to enter the town square of the Garden district. Beautiful homes soon awash with orange light cast from a hulking behemoth of fire, steel, and evil intent. The Academy of Alchemy wasn't far...neither was another school, considerably less practical. The Paxium, was a place of peace. A place of consideration, and raised upon a hill overlooking the Garden district.
Daragorn the Furnace with fires stoked approached ponderously through the district to reach that school of peace, that place of diplomacy. In Daragorn's wake, flame. Before him, screams. Screams that soon filled the Little Wing dance hall, and grew more so when the scent of smoke was noticed by all, no longer a warning- but a manifestation from the fact that a nearby building was being burned to the ground in the passing of a monstrous display. Fire moving impossible quick was already licking the slate roof of the dance hall, smoke flowing in through the open windows. Fear gripped the people here in New Arisalon in a way that had not been experienced for sometime.
Ardyn spoke, " She was quite insightful... If you'd excuse me, I think I had best see to some of this. You and your party think you could fight the fire?" he said soon attempting to rally the crowd, or a part of it, the group too big for anyone person to aid in evacuation.
"Zephyr!" Verity covered her mouth with the back of her hand as she coughed delicately. "Fire!"
"Definitely." Zephyr said to Elyn, coming to an abrupt halt. "Come on, lets see that fire. Verity, get people outside and away." He called, expression shifting to seriousness at the drop of a hat. Without further delay, he pulled Elyn close, a blanket of shadow falling over both of them. They side stepped, and for a moment Elyn would see nothing but dark whorls shifting about them before they emerged from the shadow of a building outside to see flame licking at the roof. Verity began to help usher people outside, keeping a surprisingly cool demeanor despite the panic that seemed prevalent. "Be calm now. Walk outside and get far away from the building."
Elyn's gut was rarely wrong, even if she couldn't explain why. Although she thought it might have been something to do with Ardyn, the screams from the outside told her that perhaps for once she judged poorly. Her gaze turned to the window where the smoke signaled the fire, the smell strong. The first thing on her mind was that she needed to make sure Zephyr and Verity were safe. At the same time, there was the rest of the common folk to think about as well. She nodded her head at Zephyr's command, sticking close to him. "Cut a piece of your dress off and cover your nose and mouth! Keep the smoke out!" She shouted to Verity.
And then she was pulled against Zephyr with a swirl of shadows falling over her. Elyn was thankful when it was over. His method of transportation was Elyn's least favourite, even if it did get them to where they needed to be faster. The young woman never faltered, even as she saw the flames. From the pocket of her gown, she pulled out her wand, muttering a spell under her breath. Her heart raced as she called upon the arcane power, feeling it flow through her whole body. With a wave of her arm, a splash of water moved through the air to fight against the flames.
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:14:43 GMT -8
Ardyn's voice held an encouraging vigor that had people moving fast, despite the stranger being unknown. Quickly between Verity and Zephyr's efforts the dance hall would easily be evacuated before the fire worked in earnest. But when they had exited out onto the street, the square was strewn with bodies burnt and broken.
Daragorn was massive, an impossible creation of magic and metal both and an oppressive heat that struck people down with it's mere presence without the mere lick of flame. The heat within the vicinity made people blindly flee, or succumb if not able to get in a breath without smoke and heat crippling lungs before the rest of the body. What was superbly disconcerting was that the stream of water hurled at high pressure never mad it to the metal clad inferno. Instead, it seemed to heat more and more as it approached being little more than scalding steam evaporating against arcane metal. It did however turn the burning eyes of the monstrosity towards the four young people in the street.
Ardyn made no incantation, nor gesture. But as magic suffused his lungs, his eyes, his nose, a sheen seemed to spread over his skin, a network of aether to filter his air, and keep him resistant to the stifling heat that made it so hard to breathe. " Protect yourselves from the air, it's too hot to breathe!" He said as he moved from the crowd that was fleeing and strode towards the monstrous clang of metal and roaring of flame.
Alarm bells were ringing, and near the Tower of the Magister, crackling rays of energy erupted in seemingly random array, soldiers moving to occupy that area- delaying the effort of support here. What guard that was mustered, had been beaten to the extent that evacuation was necessary. The Paxium, the School of Peace overlooked them, and it's devotees and students were currently trapped by the blazes at the bottom of the hill.
Zephyr moved quickly, far more quickly than a fourteen year old boy should have been able to. He seemed to blur at moments, catching up a young couple and spiriting them away just before a gust of flame was about to hit them. A young lady found herself safely deposited a block away from the fire. Several others found themselves caught up by the young man and taken to safety only mere moments before they surely would have met their doom otherwise.
As they emerged, Verity gasped, eyes widening in fright. Her lips pursed and her hands rose outwards, weaving in a graceful pattern as she murmured. A cool and sweet smelling air seemed to radiate from her, encompassing an area of effect around the young woman to protect those around her from breathing in the searing heat. Zephyr strode forward ahead of his cousin and aunt, hands crossing his body to draw the swords from his hips. It was then that blue eyes began to glow a vibrant glittering amethyst. The ground beneath him darkened as though the shadow were attempting to swallow him.
Elyn cursed under her breath as the water she produced turned into nothing but steam. "It's too hot..." She echoed Ardyn's words. First there was a thief, now there was this... lovely golem. She winced at the sight of all the bodies as she joined Verity's side and sucking in the air. If her water wouldn't work, she would use other methods. "Fire can't survive without air," she mumbled, waving her wand around her once more. Elyn controlled a thin aura that stretched around any area's of loose flames, cutting them off from the air and attempting to snuff them out. Meanwhile, her eyes focused on Zephyr and Verity as best she could, making sure they didn't stray too far from her side.
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:16:42 GMT -8
Victor Kaliba had snuck out to do his own thing. While the rest of them danced, he had visited the Paxium himself. Imagine his surprise that his weekly debate with the diplomats there turned into trying to marshal some level of defense. It was disheartening. Victor felt the strength come upon him, a warmth that started in the bones and radiated outward. Out the back to the other side of the hill he evacuated them to the standing statue of the Great Scholar. It was a symbol of the Paxium movement, that the Arisalon would return through peace not war.
Victor's shoulders squared, his might growing beyond human means, beyond that of the strongest ogre, raising to the level of the titan's themselves. It was a short burst of strength, but as the foundation cracked it was all it needed. He roared with the effort. The Great Scholar fell on the other side of the hill, acting now as bridge for the practitioners of Peace to escape. He swore after the scholars and philosophers. "Go Fools, Go!"
The Golem approached Zephyr and the rest only a pace before it became evident these youngsters were not his mission. The absorption of air should of done more...much more. It was as if when fire was extinguished, more came from the depths of the furnace like composition. It was something Verity and Elyn both may of learned in their studies. Elemental energy could be directed in our world...or drained from another.
Ardyn joined the fray, moving at another angle at the Golem, his own body in a constant shimmering field of magic. He reached placidly for his sword, and drew it in one fluid motion- a crescent shaped shockwave of force emiting form the motion of his blade colliding against the Golem, the force was effective, but hardly damaging enough to show promise. In reprisal, jets of fire were blasted at them all , none particularly well targeted, but a kind of deterent that forced them to adjust position.
"Go!" Verity reached out and touched Zephyr's shoulder, bestowing upon him the ability to carry the sweet cool air with him so he didn't have to fear the heat burning his nose, eyes and lungs. "That should have worked." She muttered to Elyn, shaking her head before crying out in alarm and pulling Elyn along with her to dodge a jet of flame. Zephyr burst forward, seeming to fade from existence a mere moment before emerging behind the fire golem. His blades bolstered with magic stabbed towards the back of the elemental, attempting to catch it by surprise just seconds after the shockwave had collided with it.
Still, it looked as though the Golem's aura of heat had diminished, and further it looked like much of the fire was being extinguished amidst the buildings. While Verity and Elyn might not of gave too much pause Daragon, they were saving lives further out from the epicenter of the attack. Meanwhile, the Tower of Magisters was still in a pitched battle. Zephyr was talented as much as he was lucky, the burning body had it's heat diminished by his family's magical countermeasures.
The shockwave gave him full purchase into the metal body of the beast, hearing grinding of steel as the handles of his swords seared burns into his hands. Ardyn took the opportunity to charge, his body enveloped in a shimmering force that struck out like train. His mass was increased to such an extent it caused the golem to stumble, and despite the pain of the fire to Zephyr's hands he was offered another opportunity to strike true. Ardyn's own sword cut through fire and flame both, surrounded with a whirling energy that dissipated heat from the blade. If the two kept hammering the golem, they might survive. At least until the heat began to gather towards the golems epicenter. If didn't take much to know that the two of them were in grave danger.
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status: offline
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:18:29 GMT -8
:"Should have..." She repeated with a frown. Elyn was about to attempt another spell before she was cut off by Verity pulling her out of the way. She stumbled beside Verity, using her spells to snuff out any fire in the surrounding areas. If she couldn't attack the golem, then she would help others. Furthermore, Elyn pulled any stragglers up off the ground to run. "Keep moving," she barked at them before turning back to watch Zephyr and Ardyn fight. "They can't stay up there," she panicked to Verity.
If Reign had known of his families danger, he might've of broke off the fight with Lathon, just like he might of left this conspiracy alone. Not a single one of the captives had spoken, nor had they lived long after capture. It was blood magic. Timed, sequentially used. Lathon had been nearly dead when he had found him in the Tower of Magisters, and still he'd fought so ferociously that no small number of others had died, and Reign knew that it was time to end it. The Darkness was hungry. Ignored for too long.
Reign controlled it. It didn't controlhim. He'd need to remember that as the shadows answered his beckon call, and Reign invoked the power of the Darklight. Violent energy crackled across the floor ravaging the bodies already strewn there, and from their matter erupted bone studded tentacles which wrapped around Lothon snapping his left knee, ripping his shoulder out of socket on the right side, and cracking ribs on either side. A thinner tendril of energy wrapped from shadow around the wizard's throat keeping him from speaking. Reign strode over as one would walk through a peaceful garden, the hungry darkness feasting on corpse and living dissident alike. The Scourge put an elegant long index finger upon the wizards forehead, reaching into his mind. He found it empty, and for a moment felt a chill.
The man was smiling. It didn't take long for Reign to mop up only to find that things here was not the only crisis. Burying the power back beneath it's safeguards he felt something shift. The man had been smiling.
Zephyr felt the hilts of his swords sear through his gloves and into his palms and a pained scream flitted on his breath as he pulled the shadow-clad swords from the golem's back. He wrenched the swords free and leaped up, body bending much like a feline as he gained momentum. His body contracted, and he slammed the blades higher up into the golem's back. "No, no, no." The energy signature was growing, and Zephyr knew that sensation. "Get back!" He shouted, raising his hand. Shadow began to form beneath the golem while Zephyr had an idea. Provided he could shadow step with the golem.
"Zephyr, Ardyn, get out of there!" Verity screamed, feeling the same sensation as everyone else.
In the distance, a voice rang out shouting orders. "Get those fires out, now!" Water thrown from the backs of griffons and drakes sloshed down upon flame and snuffed it out. Starscale shone brightly, affecting the progression of the fire while protecting Laelia from the heat.
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:20:32 GMT -8
Elyn might not of known it at the time, but for every life she saved, she grew in stature. Her days of anonymity would soon be over. Across the battlefield, as the heat grew critical within, the outside of the golem- his aura of heat had almost completely disappeared. The monstrosity moved with a sudden alacrity, the explosive force of that gathered heat and energy threatened to slay the two young warriors outright, and perhaps it would've if it had been properly directed. Zephyr's shadowstep might've worked to void it completely and himself take the brunt- if he had hadn't had to content with a bolt of force that shot out from Ardyn's outstretched hand, pushing him clear as the channeled explosion threw Ardyn back fifteen yards and onto his back.
The Golem propelled by the explosion ascended the rest of the hill and stood in the midst of the Paxium rampaging through the building as it's fire raged outward to consume the wood and stone alike. The energy was spiking yet again- this time not at the young people who had saved so many lives from the rampage, but at the Paxium itself. Laelia had arrived as had Reign just in time to witness the blinding explosion and the spreading of rended steel and burning wreckage- the damage mitigated by the weakened state of the Golem.
It was not a victory where people cheered. But it was a victory where people got to live. Victor soon rushed from the other district to join his family worry evident on his face. He had been across the 'bridge' he had made for long enough to get clear, but he had been unable to tell if everyone was safe until he joined them.
Eyes lifted to see the arrival of the griffons pouring water. Elyn continued to run, using her magic to help snuff out any of the fire, but also to wrap a shield around her, Verity, and anyone else within fifteen feet of them. She was also concerned about Zephyr and Ardyn. She outstretched her hand, hoping that her magic could reach Ardyn on time to at least protect some of the impact of the fall. She felt hopeless, despite all of her efforts in trying to help people running through the streets.
Ardyn was cushioned, greatly aiding in his recovery- while the people had taken cover underneath the tangible magic Elyn provided reducing local injuries extensively. When the smoke cleared, her father was there. A proud look shot in her direction before he was back to business, approaching the young man who was attempting to gain his bearings and shaking the ringing from his ears.
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status: offline
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:23:38 GMT -8
Zephyr felt himself impacted by something tangible and yet not there. He was thrown back, saved from doing something very heroic and stupid by the stranger he had just met. The young man impacted the ground and rolled several times before coming to a slow stop with a low groan.
Verity's hand clapped to her mouth, disbelief on her face as the Paxium was enveloped in an explosion. Tears came to her eyes as she tried to hold back the sob that threatened to wrack her lungs.
"Are you all alright?" Laelia strode into the midst of the group, eyes searching each of the youngsters to ensure they were alright before moving to Zephyr. She peered over him, stretching out her hand. "You have a good trip?" She asked solemnly.
Zephyr squinted, looking up at his mother. "Yep..." He wheezed, raising his hand to clasp her wrist.
Laelia hauled him to his feet, briefly looking him over for wounds. "Your hands." She frowned.
"Yeah." Was all he could utter.
"We'll get it looked after." Laelia said, clapping his back before seeming to also take an interest in the young man Reign was approaching.
Elyn wrapped her arms around Verity, looking around at the many different faces of disbelief, sadness, and the flicker of pride. She wanted to run to Reign, but instead chose to stay back to comfort her aunt. "I'm glad you're okay," she said to Zephyr with a sigh of relief.
Ardyn stumbled back holding his head as he managed a "Hi ?" In the direction of Reign.
Reign did not hesitate in his response, a spoken spell that wracked Ardyn's body causing him to seize and go limp. He glanced over his shoulder to Laelia. "You all did great. What do you know about this man? " he said to them all but still glancing to Laelia. His look was obvious to his sister, but his question held no ill intent as he ever so casually drew a sigil on the man's chest which soon glowed making man and sigil disappear.
Verity's eyes widened as she looked to her older brother. "Reign, he helped us. His name is Ardyn. He sensed the fire before the rest of us." Her arms wrapped around Elyn, holding her tightly.
"Thank you, Elyn." Zephyr smiled weakly to Elyn and then glanced over to Reign. "I think he might have just save my life, Uncle. He's got a wicked shockwave."
Laelia glanced to Reign, and then back to the children. If one could call them children. No, this event proved they had passed that stage in their lives. "Agreed. I shudder to think of how much more damage and loss of life there would have been if you hadn't all stepped up." They had all seen to saving lives from the fire. The two girls had protected each other and the young men while they fought to keep the golem at bay. They had all moved like cogs in a machine, each with their own purpose.
Eventually Verity slipped from Elyn's arms and went to her twin brother. "I thought you were in bed." She sniffled, stepping into his arms and burying her face in his shoulder.
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Gender: single
Age: 19
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Post by Verity Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:25:08 GMT -8
Elyn glanced to Verity as she defended Ardyn. She couldn't deny the fact that he did help them, but that didn't mean she was going to join in with the others on praising him. Perhaps Elyn was just stubborn or cruel, but something still felt strange. "Zephyr was saying that he felt like he knew him, but had never met him." She shrugged, exhausted from the fight.
" So he did." Came Reign's reply, solemn in tone. "It is a shame he is the only suspect we have in the robbery...More to the pity. The world is short a few Arisalonians. Luckily you four will serve just fine." Reign looked to the young Kalibas. Despite the complication of this fellow... this had been a night of great triumph, and great defeat. Tomorrow would come with new challenges. Tonight needed to end with praise. "Return to the Palace....rest. You can consult with our guest later- and know that Arc would be very proud of his children and his children's children. Know that I am very proud." He cut a look at Victor. "Even of you." He said with a smirk before leaving them all to their devices.
"All of you...to bed." his last words as the clean up crews arrived in force, and Reign set to using his own magic to aid them. By morning it would be habitable...the district not the destroyed buildings. But New Arisalon had it's first scar. One self inflicted....Mutilation perhaps, but it seemed more like surgery. The man had smiled as if he had won. Not a delusional grin, or manic desperation. Just a simple smile of satisfaction. Of Victory. The smile haunted Reign into the night.
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