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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:30:13 GMT -8
Reign and Shelzi had sequestered themselves after their aid left much to be desired in the cataclysm. Reign had felt the death of his brother as a disruption to the weave of magic Arisalonian's were intrinsically aware of. He had been worried about Arc's wife, but with the amazing fortitude she had shown since Arc's death, he decided he would save condolences until they had seen a body. Elyn had been living with them- an odd thing at first, but necessary since her mother was gone. The circumstance of her birth had been forgotten-pushed aside and Reign had settled into a quiet life of fatherhood.
It was...humbling to live such a quiet life even as his power raged against the confines of it's cell, strainig against it's prison. The Darkness grew in it's discontent, but it did not grow in it's power. The Darkness, a primal force carried by the long destroyed Darklight Codex- was a power locked away and destined to die when Reign finally gave up the ghost. Reign snuck into his daughters room only briefly, despite her age, he found himself coddling her more than he should. Shelzi was his love, and Elyn was the apple of his eye, and soon... they'd be more. Despite the mourning of his father, he could not remember the last time he had been so happy. That is until the Tower of the Magisters had contacted him. His findings there had him going straight away for Laelia. She knew her mother much better than he... He had not missed the ruckus of the Capital city so he went straight away to his sister's location.
It was currently an Outpost in sight of the Capital where Laelia called 'home'. Truly she could not call anywhere but New Arisalon her true home, but she had spent so much of her life marching on the road, spending nights in military encampments and such that she could make herself comfortable anywhere. The outpost was where Tyran's military did most of its training, provided a base of operations, though they were stationed in various locations on the map. Some covert, others out in the open. A reminder that despite the recent upheaval in power across Tyran, the Army remained dedicated in its task.
Currently, the Army's young General, well young by comparison to military brass of old, stood upon the ramparts of the wall surrounding the outpost. With nightfall, much of the outpost was quiet. The soldiers who were not manning posts were either seated at campfires or had retired to tents to sleep until their their early morning shifts. Laelia son, Zephyr, had recently made his way
to bed, likely feeling as exhausted and sore as his Uncle Victor at that moment for similar reasons, though they were miles apart. Now alone, Laelia stood with arms folded over her chest, eyes gazing out into the dark in silence, lost in her own thoughts. Her father and her little brother both dead. Raising a son alone. Building a military force from the ground up. Recent times had not been kind to Laelia Kaliba, and yet she continued on as she always did. Confident that she was doing what was best for Tyran, and with that knowledge, the complications of daily life were somehow bearable.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:33:10 GMT -8
It was with a flex of power that space-time folded on himself and his daughter, an exercise of magic fueled by his innate talents. While his deceased brother was a wizard imbued with amazing talent, Reign was a Magus- one of the mage's of old who wielded gestures only as a way to draw out the magic in his blood. He was a manifestation of magic itself, empowered by the remnants of a primordial source of arcane power. It was easy for Reign to sometimes forget how much of his own power, wasn't his. Something borrowed from something enslaved.
Reign and his daughter arrived within the distance of the outpost, walking slowly into sight of Laelia from her perch on the ramparts. Reign knew better than to breach security in a military camp. It put everyone in an awkward position, and he certainly didn't want his daughter learning such a bad habit.
"Elyn, I'll need to speak with your Aunt Laelia- and while I'll not send you away, do remember that what we speak of has not place for other ears. It is our duty to keep certain events concealed from those we serve." He said in that tone he used when illustrating a lesson, even though the smile that spread cross his features showed his approval. Reign against all odds, loved his daughter- an impressive thing considering he had such guilt at her conception.
It went to show... the most dark acts and people... could somehow create beautiful things.
It was hard to miss the young woman who looked near identical to her father. Although the kind face of her mother gave her more of an innocent look that usually gave her the advantage in a battle. White-blonde strands hung around the middle of her back, brushing against a pale cheek every time the breeze caught them. Her eyes closed as the magic surrounded them, relishing in the emotion it sent through her body. Reign taught her as much as he could about controlling her powers; something her mother never wanted to see her go through. While she did love her mother dearly, despite leaving her, Elyn only thought of the woman during times like this. When she absorbed the energy of the magic around her. Violet hues opened only to face an outpost that had her arching a brow in confusion. She felt honor and happiness swell within her knowing that Reign accepted her presence there. "I won't let you down, father." She made a symbol of sealing her lips shut before giving him a sweet smile.
"You never do." Came the singular reply as he continued the walk midway to the outpost from their appearing position before stopping and waiting for Laelia.
Laelia surely appreciated such courtesy as a flicker of distance caught her attention and she soon focused upon the forms of her brother and niece at the edge of her sight. From their vantage point, they would see the woman in armour turn and disappear from the rampart, descending down a set of stairs. With a murmur of instruction to the men at the gate, she slipped through a man-sized door and out into the dark illuminated only by flickering torchlight. A long purposeful stride carried Laelia across the ground towards them.
Little of her appearance had changed in the last several years. She kept her platinum tresses cut at the same length, braided down to mid-back. As always, her armour was visibly well cared for, and Starscale was sheathed at her left hip. Her eyes, however, betrayed a grief they had never shown before. A haunted emotion that could not be concealed by her otherwise stoic features.
"Reign. Elyn." Laelia uttered in greeting as she neared. "This is a rare event." And that alone was enough to make her wary.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:36:38 GMT -8
"It is a good time, to live a simple life. Shelzi sends her regards. We came to give word I did not think wise to send in missive." he said as he gave her a nod of regard, gesturing towards Elyn. "Forgive me, but I would not leave Elyn out of such affairs any longer- considering our current position."
Trent's death had been a shock, while Arc's had been more or less prepared for but never fully believed. Reign and Shelzi had retreated to seclusion to care for their family, Reign only involving himself when sent for or requested. This was for his family's sake, but also because the knowledge that his power often came a great personal cost. "Laelia, there was a robbery a few nights back. Someone stole Father's armor. The armor he came to Tyran in." He said with an almost reverent tome. Some items were stronger than others. It was said that while that armor was truly impervious it had a unmistakable 'taint' about it, a darkness that had imbued it with amazing protective qualities but a ruthlessness it bestowed upon the owner. The Arisalonian's called such an item a 'bolstering' artifact. It made stronger any Arisalonian's resolve, the power at their disposal.
"The state our father was in when..." He trailed off at that picking up mid stride, " Made it impossible for him to wear it... In truth, he hadn't worn it since he married your mother."
She waited patiently for Laelia to come down and meet them. Elyn's attention drifted between her father and her aunt when she finally showed. Her mind raced with questions; from wanting to know why Laelia wore that look of concern to why her father needed to speak with her in the first place. Elyn was perfectly silent and professional escape for the wry smile given to Laelia upon greeting. Her eyes remained focused on Reign as he spoke about the stolen armor, causing them to go wide in disbelief. Someone stole from House Kaliba? How was that even possible?
A simple life. She couldn't claim to have every had one. The thought elicited a faint and very brief smile. Real smiles from Laelia were so rare a person could likely count on one hand the amount of times they'd happened to see one. "I'm happy for you." She replied, seeming sincere.
Icy blue eyes swept to Elyn and she raised her hand, shaking her head. "No. Don't apologize. I imagine it's time." Laelia recalled the growing responsibilities her father had placed upon her at Elyn's age. Being trusted with increasingly important information and tasks was how one grew and obtained competency and trust. She remembered standing quiet at Arc's side just as Elyn stood at Reign's side now. The thought was bittersweet, and her eyes closed briefly to shove the memory away. There would be time to indulge in nostalgia later.
They had obviously come for an important reason. Her expression darkened, brow furrowing as Reign explained the robbery. Of all things, their father's armour? It wasn't enough that their father had been stolen from them, someone sought to take the precious artifacts that contained their memories as well? She shook her head, confused. "How...no common thief could have accomplished such a thing."
"Correct. Between Father's paranoia...well.. no. His preparation- Trent's immense magical knowledge in abjuration, to say nothing of your Mother's own talents.." It was often forgotten that Rosewyn had been one of the world's foremost priestesses in a time where that mattered. " I've consulted with the rogues employed by New Arisalon. Our most skilled maintain that there was no mundane way to even enter the Armory, much less the Vaults. That Armor had the capacity to drive our Father to acts of evil quite out of his normal character. Our thief if he knew of the Armor's power he had to know that. To a non-Arisalonian the armor would be... 'resistant' to working. The thief may not of known that." He said summing up what little they could surmise.
"To be truthful, the armor was the only thing missing. The only thing taken from the Armory- but the city was hit in other places as well. Infrastructure documents, trade paperwork, various breaches of information." He said as he gestured to the keep. "Troop deployments. Names. And finally...the Tower of the Magisters were hit. Only one book. An Ancient Manuscript." "If I didn't know better, I would immediately conclude that New Arisalon was robbed by an Arisalonian. The tactics all make sense. It was a test.. Research."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:38:09 GMT -8
Laelia's head dipped, hand raising to pinch the bridge of her nose. Slowly, she began to pace. "There are no other Arisalonians." She said aloud. "At least none that we're currently aware of. If no mundane rogue accomplished the task, it had to have been accomplished by magic. And a powerful one at that, in order to get past the defenses protecting those artifacts."
She then paused in her pacing, turning her gaze to Reign. Her fingers strayed from her nose to her chin, stroking thoughtfully. "Infrastructure, trade, other information. Worthless information. Unless whoever stole it was planning to use that information against New Arisalon or to sell it to someone who wanted to use it against us. No one else would find any use in those kinds of documents, Reign." She was looking at this from a very particular viewpoint, one that had been ingrained in her since she was young. "But they would be very valuable to someone looking for weaknesses." "What was the manuscript?"
He gave a look to Elyn, one that was rather telling at least to Laelia. Elyn might not understand this, as Reign had never explained it. "The Manuscript of Lorgalogalas. A treatise on another work, called the Darklight Codex." Reign let it hang in the air for a moment. "As for us being currently aware of Arisalonians, no one was aware of General Letlove. Simply being unaware of our kind does not protect us from them. The strategem is what our Father would've called an Imperial Strategm. The broad amount of information forecasts nothing on it's own, but instead could lead in nearly any direction. It digs for weaknesses but it may create weaknesses. We should be wary. When or if the enemy strikes...they will do so with considerable information on our weaknesses and strengths. "
It was not often that Laelia was visibly rattled. But at the mention of the Darklight Codex, her cheeks flushed with irritation. "After eveything that-" She caught herself when her voice began to raise and instead snapped her mouth shut, exhaling slowly through her nostrils before continuing with far more control. "I find myself in disbelief that such a text was allowed to remain in existence." She said with displeasure. And then she shook her head. "It doesn't matter any longer, what's done is done. That manuscript cannot be allowed to remain at large."
"As for any weaknesses, I'll go to New Arisalon immediately and see what can be done to change what we can currently control. Troop allocation, schedules, etcetera. Infrastructure...that is not so easily changed." Said with a shake of her head. She focused her gaze on Reign, lips pursing. "Take precautions. Please, Reign." Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Its still in your control. And you've done marvelously, given the circumstances. It must stay that way." And though she couldn't say it, she could not bear the thought of losing her older brother. Not after losing their father and younger brother. While Reign and Laelia had never been close, there had been a very long time where Laelia had been in love with the idea of just knowing her older brother. That wish had come true after a long time of conflict and alienation.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 23, 2017 17:40:31 GMT -8
Elyn took all the information being said, letting her mind wrap around it. Like Laelia, she doubted the possibility of it being an Arsalonian... However, she was a long lost child of Reign who had no idea about her until she was 13. There was still a possibility. She met her father's gaze with a cant of her head. Darklight Codex? There was so much knowledge thrown around between the two of them, Elyn struggled to keep up.
Laelia's tone gave Elyn all the information she needed to know that the codex was not something good... and had something to do with her father. She would find out more about it later. "I can help you too, father." Although she was silent during their conversation, Elyn did not want to be left on the sidelines. Laelia spoke of Reign being in control, but she also told him to be wary. It was strange to see such a petite woman stand with her shoulders back, ready to protect her much more powerful father.
He shook his head. " I think you misunderstand. The Manuscript... I destroyed the codex itself. There is no way to bond with the power it once held. It will die with me. But this Manuscript, the ravings of an Arisalonian mage obsessed with repeating the capture of such a force again..." He sighed.
"The Manuscript supposedly had methods proposed in which to neutralize the Darkness itself." His gaze turned to Elyn, and he smiled. While Laelia's had become rare, Reign's more common. "I've never read the manuscript. Only...Only Father did. " He said turning to Laelia slowly. He'd address just how Elyn could help later perhaps, when they returned home.
"Laelia, I will take all precautions necessary. I would endeavor to warn you to do the same. This new threat has allies they may not even know about. New Arisalon is changing. It is not the safe place it once was. Convince Rosewyn to be prepared to move her children. They are liabilities...your own included." It was that moment of cold pragmatism that marked Reign his father's son. But the way he took his daughter's hand marked him something else. "Elyn, I can trust you will keep this to yourself then. It is the only help we currently require."
Laelia frowned. "Either way, anything to do with it makes me incredibly wary." But Reign's agreement that he would take precautions satisfied her enough for the moment. And yet something else bothered her. "It was father's dream. His legacy. New Arisalon." Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. Her heart ached like a wound that would never quite heal. Like the wound she had taken from Starscale years ago that had never healed properly. It was a constant reminder of pain and loss.
"I'll try to convince her." she exhaled heavily. "But my Lady Mother...has always believed that with enough love she can fix anything. Her greatest strength. And also her greatest vulnerability."She swallowed hard and then on impulse stepped forward and extended her arms to embrace her brother and her neice tightly. "If you have need of me, you have only to call."
Laelia would have a discussion with Zephyr in the morning. While in many ways he was definitely Mordred's son, Laelia had raised him much how she had been raised. With discipline and affection to balance out the chaos of abilities within. And she trusted that from a young age, Zephyr Nova Arcanus Kaliba could defend himself. But that didn't stop Laelia from worrying. It was something she had never truly understood until she'd had a child of her own. No matter how competent your own child is, no matter how capable of looking after themselves, no matter how old they were...they were still your child.
Elyn wasn't quite satisfied with that answer. She wanted to do more than just keep a secret. Elyn had been keeping secrets her whole life. Still, she gave Reign a firm nod of her head. If that was what he needed her to do for now, then she would make sure no one found out from her. The sudden pull into a hug shocked her, pushing forth a small gasp from her lips. But there was comfort in the embrace. Small arms lifted to wrap around the both of them as much as she could. This was the family she always wanted and she now vowed to love and protect. Laelia and Reign lost so much in the last few days. "Thank you, Auntie Laelia."
Reign returned her embrace and turned to Elyn. " We should go... Shelzi is probably worried sick we've been out so long." He glanced to Laelia. " I'll be in touch."
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