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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:17:42 GMT -8
Calidus was not entirely comfortable in this city. The name was obviously familiar to him, as to him- and to his men the Arisalonians were not so far removed from their mutual history. Whatever the gate was, it had drawn them to this place- a place where not far from Tarek and Camp Apotheos, white towers rose into the sky- and the architecture of his ancestors looked as whole as before the great collapse. Calidus had spent no small amount of time with his aides establishing deals for weaponry, tools- all of which were being loaded in the warehouse near the Eastern gates, and the caravansary within.
Three carts and horse, were filled and laden with everything from new weapons, to Aether, to tools for the repairs of the ships. The purchases may of caught attention- especially considering it was purchased with the loot captured from the bandits which had held Tarek, and a pirate crew which sailed the ship they were looking to repair. Tarek had been a sizable and more importantly, quiet success. It had allowed his group to find some stability, to grow secure- and better yet, to get a lay of the land without worrying about starving. Tarek didn't however, have craftsmen who could outfit his soldiers- and the months without a resupply had greatly diminished their effectiveness.
The report had been subtle, slipped into her hand as a possible point of interest. She'd almost cast it aside. But with the Inquisitor of the Light's Shadows dead and their ranks having scattered, there was no point in risking it. Laelia would investigate the large purchase to ensure it wasn't being used to arm their enemies. And so clad in her customary gear, a familiar sight amongst the citizens of New Arisalon, the eldest daughter of House Kaliba traversed the city and arrived at the Eastern gates. Her approach to the warehouse was casual, her stride confident but non-confrontational.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:18:35 GMT -8
Lawrence was great at numbers, good enough that he always had a role with the quartermaster. He was also a little jumpy. While no one among them had the information on just who Laelia is, any one of his men could spot Arisalonian battle armor. Despite the name of the city, and its vast size- no one expected to see a person wearing it. After hearing about Calidus had to move to prepare himself for the person's arrival, especially when it became evident that she was coming to the warehouse. He had the men and women with him swing open the doors to accommodate, while the rest continued laboring on packing the carts as full as they'd go and still move efficiently.
The corner of Laelia's mouth lifted wryly as the doors to the warehouse swung open at her approach. Someone was expecting her and that piqued her curiosity. Her head canted slightly, accompanying the fold of her arms across her chest. She seemed amicable at the moment. Almost friendly. These people had no way of knowing that such an expression was completely out of character for the General.
Calidus Thane was an imperfect man. As he cut a handsome sight, he did so with a considerable weathered quality to his face. He stood in front of the first cart, plain in view. His arms were resting at his side, on hand casually at the lip of his scabbard but did so in a way that showed posture, not posturing. The wry smile of The General didn't entirely fool him. He'd been here since the near riots, something that no doubt had slowed his business within the city- and something that made him reasonably ready to leave.
He didn't wear armor at the moment, but instead a worn jacket of brown leather tinted nearly red, over a tan shirt. The Jacket was stitched, sleeves held with leather throngs. Rivets secured the loops and belts that closed the jacket with fashioned buttons of brass. His breeches were soldier's faulds, belts secured at either hip that'd support greaves and other armor- currently not in use. Golden hair looked like it could of been brighter in younger days, but now was muddied with darker hues. The cut of it short, neat, and cropped in a way that was both fashionable and functional. A close cropped beard was more a lack of razor, than a decision.
Not knowing who the approaching woman was, he canted his head to the right to observe her approach. Then....he remembered. She'd been at the rally. With the wizard. Hm. Yep. She was the old man's daughter alright. Did he bow? he deliberated more than long enough for her to join him in the warehouse. "Evening. "
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:19:33 GMT -8
Her eyes regarded him with an attention to detail that was veiled and subtle, but true. Laelia's first observation was his lack of armour, however she did note he wore gear that enabled him to wear it should he chose to do so. His hand rested ready near his sword, but not gripping the hilt. Cautious, but not nervous. His facial features were noticed last as was typical with her. A handsome or pretty face was secondary to other far more important features. Though he recognized her from her proximity to the front of the rally, perhaps her involvement with the Lord Magister, Laelia could not say the same for him. "Good evening." She echoed politely with a nod of greeting. "My name is Laelia Kaliba." Her gaze met his face boldly. "Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Pleasure? Well I'd imagine that'd be presumptive. But I hopefully will not disappoint." He replied with a kind of devil may care, that bespoke a kind of casual manner but the deference of the two dozen people in the warehouse contrasted that idea and conflicted with it entirely. They were less welcoming of the heavily armored woman's approach, but were without threat. Many of them were wearing some kind of armor, most of it uniform in make.
It was curious, really. The armor they wore could easily remind her of her childhood and the armor of Arc's more senior troops, not so much in rank, but those who were skilled in Arisalonian tactics and warfare. " I'm Calidus Thane, Laelia Kaliba." he said without too much elaboration. His own gaze was unflinching, and his assessment of hers had a quality under more observation that was far from casual. Calidus Thane had a poker face that seemed familiar, the kind of stare that was inscrutable. A kind of presence any warrior worth their mettle should have. "To what do I owe the 'pleasure' of this visit? I doubt someone of your stature would come here so randomly."
"Hopefully you will not." She agreed, glancing subtly about the warehouse. The people accompanying Calidus were noticed in her periphery, though he seemed to be their spokesman. Laelia seemed for all intents and purposes, utterly unconcerned with the bystanders, however she did noticed one feature she found very interesting. A wave of nostalgia and familiarity passed over her and a flicker of something almost unreadable...sadness?...showed in her gaze for the briefest of moments, only noticeable to someone truly paying attention. But why did they look like that? Why did they elicit that memory?
Her expression checked, she continued. Calidus Thane. She would commit that name to memory. "No. I suppose not." Laelia replied smoothly. There was no point in lying about her purpose. He was correct. "You've purchased a vast array of arms in a very short period of time. Surely you had to realize that would elicit some manner of attention." A pale brow lofted as though the reason for her presence should be obvious.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:21:28 GMT -8
"I was just telling Lawrence that." He indicated a slender man who filled out his chain shirt, brigandine, and mail skirt only barely. The man frowned at the taunt, but continued marking with a stylus upon a gathered ledger. "We've come into New-.." He paused at the word. " Arisalon, to resupply. Just fought a skirmish in a village to the Northeast up the coast. " He had to ask, though he wasn't so sure he knew the best method. "Laelia Kaliba- as in Arcanus Kaliba?" he asked with an arched brow as he gestured for her to come into the warehouse fully if she wanted, his own form moving to sit on a straight back chair, one for her pushed out in her direction from the circle of chairs that had been amassed among the other people. The report had said a lot, but when looking at the crates being loaded into the carts- it was a bit of an understatement.
“I see." Was her non-committal response. Well the reports from up the coast did corroborate that story. It wasn't likely they were involved with the Light's Shadows then. How fortunate for them. Still, scouts would be deployed to verify the destination of these folk. His question gave her pause. If Calidus had to ask, he was not likely from around here. A newcomer to Tyran? It wasn't ego that brought that thought to mind. But Laelia Kaliba was a well-known name. And most people who heard her name easily associated her with her father.
There was also the matter of his use of her father's full name. It was used rarely, even by his friends and family. Few in Tyran aside from his closest allies could claim to know him as Arcanus. Her father was known as Arc. And that little detail, Laelia latched onto. She did not answer his question until they had reached the chairs, content to settle herself in the offered chair. Her right leg crossed over her left and she leaned back, staring at him with consideration before she finally replied.
"Yes. I am the daughter of Arcanus Kaliba. Though I am curious to hear just how you would know of him by that name. Being the stranger that you are. In Tyran he most commonly went by Arc. In truth, there are a number of things about you and your fellows that I find curious."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:22:38 GMT -8
"I wouldn't know. He taught you the stare." he said with a small smile and an accompanied chuckle. His posture had relaxed in the chair, and he leaned forward to the nearby table to the bottle of wine, pouring a cup for himself, and pushing the bottle and another clay cup to the center of the table for her use if she wished it.
" But, yes.. to answer your curiosity, I know him by that name, because I knew him. Before Tyran I mean. Well... that's not entirely, well. I guess it's complicated. I can say without him, I wouldn't be here. He left the directions sort of speak. But yes, I met your Father- or rather, he met us. " He took a draught of the red, before looking across the space at her and awaiting her next question or response.
Laelia couldn't help but snort with amusement at his mention of the stare. It would appear he'd at least encountered her father in person if he was mentioning that. And yes. He taught her well. She'd been on the receiving end of it many times when she was younger. Before Tyran. Both brows raised then, and with a nod of acknowledgement she reached out for the bottle of red and the cup, pouring herself a small amount. Laelia swirled it lightly as she entertained his answer. With a glance back to his fellows and their various pieces of familiar armour, she murmured her reply. "Arisalonian? Their armour...reminds me of my youth." She admitted, no reason to conceal the fact she found it familiar. "Tell me how you met him." She bade, not exactly a demand, but...an insistent request.
"Mine too." he said simply at the idea of the armor reminding anyone of anything. "I grew up through the collapse. While- I lacked the rank to be 'saved' in the chambers, well... I made a pretty good run at it without doing it. I protected the chambers of a smaller House- House Delacroix. We crossed paths shortly after Arc's awakening. I wasn't older than sixteen then. " " He and Vargas were life savers. My unit was decimated, without supply. So he took us in- taught us for a while. Then, well- he left. " He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
" He promised he'd send for us. I think he ended up taking longer than he thought. Our Magisterium says it's been nearly fifty years, but for us- it's only been a few months. Something weird about the plane we were in." He gave the information freely, and he had deferred to her request quickly enough. He could identify with that kind of hungry curiosity.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:23:49 GMT -8
"That sounds like him." She said with a slow nod, reeling from this information. Genesis Letlove, Ardyn...and now Caldius Thane. More Arisalonians. If only her father were here to see it. "Only a few months for you?" Times passed differently in different plans, she knew. "If that is the case, I'm sorry to tell you..." She glanced away, eyes closing for a moment as she gathered to steel to say it. Gods, it was still so painful for her. Some wounds never healed. Whoever said that time healed them all was full of dogshyte.
"He died." That was the easiest way for her to explain it. She knew there were theories. But nothing was proven, and he was lost. It didn't matter what label one wanted to place on it.
Calidus gaze was uneven at that moment, as if he were not sure how he wished to reply to that. It had shook him enough that his own veiled reactions were laid bare. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'd ask further questions, but it seems...unfair." He wouldn't pull his daughter through all that. No- he'd find out through the rumor mill or something.
"I appreciate you letting me know. I'll let my soldiers know as well, though I have to admit- the timing is rather... well. Unique." He concluded, as he took another idle drink of his wine.
She finally raised the cup and took a swallow of the wine, not spending much time evaluating the flavour. The topic of conversation was more than distracting. Laelia wanted to tell him he could ask. She'd been there first hand. She should be brave enough, solid enough to tell the story. To honour her father as she should. But she had never been particularly adept at managing with her emotions. Grief, particularly. Partly because she so rarely experienced it. And so she accepted the out he kindly offered her. "Of course." She said with a nod, lowering the cup away from her face. "Unique? How so?" She inquired, not certain of his meaning.
"He's the one who built the archway. The thing that brought us through to Tyran. It's kind of odd he would of guided us there after his death. Or plan it in such a way. Just kind of odd. " He shook his head before draining the end of his cup.
" Anyway, I don't mean to be forward, but perhaps you could come to Tarek, join me for dinner? You can tour the camp, meet my people. Some of them knew your father as I did. It could be good for you, Laelia. Give it some thought."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 16, 2017 10:25:58 GMT -8
Fingers raised to pinch the bridge of her nose, eyes squinting at the knowledge that her father had built the archway that had brought them through. Now of all times. Even after you're gone, you're still playing the long game. The thought was bittersweet and she couldn't help the faint rueful smile that curved her mouth.
Her gaze lifted, brow furrowing at his invitation. Like she didn't quite know what to make of it. Forward? Was an invitation like that considered forward these days? Laelia certainly didn't know. Part of her wanted to say no. Her emotional guard had already fallen too much in this conversation. The familiarity, the nostalgia, the talk of her father. She was too relaxed. Too casual. But those very same reasons were what compelled her to accept. Her father's people. Her people.
If she were to put it rationally, she absolutely should visit their camp and meet these people in their environment. They were Arisalonian. That alone should be enough for her to want to investigate. They could be an asset, or they could be a threat. She needed to determine which. It seemed that was the push she finally needed to provide her answer. "Very well." Laelia agreed with a nod. "I will pay a visit to Tarek and meet your people."
"Good. Any time is fine. We won't move for contracts until the Camp is readily secure and supplied." He said his tone returning to a semblance of professionalism. He rose from his seat and took a few steps towards the exit, waiting after each a brief second for her to follow. He couldn't sit up all night talking with her, well. He might've. But it certainly had little purpose now. He could tell her emotional mood, despite her schooled expression. One couldn't lose a father and not.
Calidus however looked genuinely pleased at her acceptance of the offer, and more so at that little rueful smile. It was good to remember the dead fondly.
"Is there anything else you need of me in the meantime? " He asked, deferring to her position within the city more than anything else.
The cup, not very full to begin with, was drained of its contents before Laelia stood, adjusting Starscale at her hip. "I look forward to it." Laelia said politely, falling into step with Calidus, seeming to catch the hint of his body language well.
"No, there is nothing else at the moment." Her arms folded over her chest again, her own body language signaling a closing off. A return to who she had been when she'd walked into the warehouse. Not simply a daughter talking about her father.
"I dare say, you didn't disappoint me, Calidus Thane. I'm glad." With that said, she turned abruptly on her heel and strode down the street away from the warehouse. Perhaps surprisingly, she was already eager to see them again.
He watched her leave for a moment, just a moment- before turning back and returning into the warehouse. Lawrence was the first to speak up. "Sir, did she tell the truth- the General is dead?" Calidus replied with a frown. " It looks so, but...his lineage is alive and well. When we receive her, let's do so with some consideration of just whom she represents." His tone set on his words.
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