In the Shadow of the Past (Invite Only)
Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:15:39 GMT -8
(Scene involving Opal, Soro, Victor, and the Goddess Sinead from room)
Victor had woke up this morning with the same sense of craving, the same sense of wanderlust, the same yearning that had struck him a thousand times if once since his encounter with his "Father" through the young man Ardyn. He had tried to ignore it, he had tried to write it all off as flights of fancy, but tonight- under the cover of darkness he stole away from home. For once...not intending to go to the docks only to look at ships. Ater the chaos with the Light's Shadows, Sinead chose to stick around. Partly because of her friendship with Laelia, partly because of her sister, and lastly... because of a certain Kaliba that sparked her interest. The goddess followed him, so to speak, always keeping close like an invisible shield. Until they both got to a certain point in the journey and Sinead figured she had better start talking. "Where are you going, young Kaliba?" The voice sweet against his ear. A warm breeze surrounded him before Sinead came into view only a few feet in front of him. A long pale yellow gown fit loosely on her petite frame. "Somewhere fun?" her head canted to the side, long strands of auburn moving with her head. Victor stumbled backward at the warm whisper clearing a bit of distance from the Goddess with a brow arched in her direction before awe started to rightfully set in. He knew the words of his Family. We Do Not Bow but in that moment he felt his knees ache to do just that. But with this moment came an unmistakable familiarity as if something in his chest resonated with her presence. "Goddess Sinead...I..." And that was as far as his words got him, as he stood there dumbstruck and caught on Waterton and Downing, the ship he had hired passage on just a short distance away.
This was much worse than getting caught by Genesis Letlove.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:18:31 GMT -8
A small giggle left her lips before she gently pat his shoulders. "No need to worry, I won't tell anyone you're running away. Although I am curious to know why." Fingers laced together behind her back, offering that warm motherly smile. Amber hues drifted towards the horizon, lingering on it for a while. "When I first met you, Victor, I felt the light in your heart... It makes me wondering what your heart is telling you to do right now."
Her touch was soothing- no doubt an effect the Goddess of Light had on any soul if they'd only accept it. " My father... he. " he sighed at his own confusion. " He left something, somewhere. I feel like I should find it. Like I should do something other than sit here and wait. I don't. " He had trouble putting the words together.
"I don't feel like I belong here."
"That is certainly not easy to deal with..." With a motion of her head, she invited him to follow her as she walked down the path. The mother inside of her told her to delay him just a little bit... and perhaps give Rosewyn a warning that her son decided to wander off on his own if she decided not to stop him. "I suppose if it's something important to you and you father you should seek it out. Although I was curious as to why you had to start this quest so late at night." That is, until he told her about not fitting in.
Sinead wouldn't try to convince him to not feel that way either. She was certain Victor knew that he had a loving family who cared deeply for him. And New Arisalon was a beautiful city to live in. "Do you think you know of a place where you do belong?"
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:21:25 GMT -8
"Would it matter? A flame belongs nowhere, and anywhere- either way it is of use according to its purpose." He responded with the reasoning of a boy who had been instructed in philosophy no small amount of his life. Victor felt passionately, and his anger even at his age was terrible to behold. Perhaps that was why Rosewyn insisted on such lessons. " If they knew, they'd stop me, Goddess Sinead." he said with a drop of his shoulders. " I don't mean to sound petulant, it's just... I need to find what he's talking about. The dreams. I've been having them- of a place high in the mountains- as high as the clouds. My Father left something there for me."
"It would," she easily brushed his philosophy aside. "because you are more than a flame." her smile was not mocking, but gentle and kind. He wasn't wrong in his way of thinking, but she didn't always see eye to eye with everyone.
Shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "I have no intention of letting them stop you, Victor. But you could have at least left a note." Amber eyes lingered on him sternly for a moment before changing the topic. "I've actually come with a gift for you. My time here is almost done and I have things to do... As pretty as New Arisalon is, I do not belong here. I don't think you do either." She winked, showing signs she did think that his lack of belonging was a good thing.
The goddess pulled out a scroll and a pendant, holding them out for him. "I have come across many different people, young Kaliba, and there are few who have the power of the light molded so strongly in their heart and soul. I may be a god, but I only see myself as a host for a true higher power that is beyond all of our reach. I know when to get involved and give a little push and I know when it's important to avoid something. You, however, are someone I cannot avoid."
"This scroll is for you to learn from when you are ready. It will teach you anything you wish to know about the light and how to use it, you only need to ask the right question. The pendant is for when you do feel as if you need a god by your side. Simply ask for the light's protection and I shall make sure help will find you. You might not feel like you belong here, but you are not alone."
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:23:24 GMT -8
He thought of quoting Arcturus, or maybe one of the other Arisalonian philosophers- the reality was that he knew he was not so simply cast, but metaphor did not allow perfect semblance. Instead, he was once more dumbfounded with her words. "Thank you...Goddess." He said making sure to add on the honorific.
He hadn't a choice on the light's presence in his body, but he knew he always had a choice in his mind and soul. It was interesting how she put it all. Without any resistance, he put on the pendant and tucked the scroll away in his bag. "I feel you've given me quite the gift for my journey. I'll make good use of them."
In truth, he'd left a note. But one couldn't really correct a goddess. Besides, it was a piss poor note.
"That will be up to you, although... I suppose it's in bad taste to not use a gods gift..." She looked thoughtful for a moment before she grinned. "I know not many want to hear it... especially the ones who choose to sneak out in the middle of the night, but there is something special about you. Perhaps one day you will find your place in my temple." He was still too young and had a lot of learning to do before that, of course.
"The mountains are certainly beautiful."
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:24:22 GMT -8
"Yes... they are. Though the one I seek, I've found on no map, and no mortal man can easily glimpse it. " He said to her with a small smile. She was an enchanting creature. He wondered if she ever felt sad. The histories remembered Sinead the priestess, remarkably well. His Father's journals had her listed as quite the beacon of hope.
He knew that with such power came a separation. One that must've been painful. For a moment his blue gaze faltered as he considered the past before his own future. " So, I must find where the path to that mountain lies... Then I can retrieve what my Father left. "
She thought of the place he spoke of, even parted her lips to say something on it... but then thought otherwise. Something told her that this was not her place, but rather a... father-son.... thing. Instead, she offered him encouragement by leaning forward and kissing his brow gentle. "I am sure you will find this place, especially as it appears in your dreams. Try not to dwell too much on it... "
She pulled back, continuing on her walk towards the docks. "I do hope you don't mind that I'm seeing you off. If I make terrible company, you're more than welcome to tell me. I promise I won't blame you." She was youthful and friendly, but there was also a motherly aura around her.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:25:55 GMT -8
"No, not at all. To be honest, my sister reminds me of you. The same...light shines in her, however less of it." he said ironically not grouping himself in that same segment. He fell into step beside her, and perhaps to a viewer, it would look like a woman walking her growing son to some event or school.
What he did not expect at the end of the walk was to see the ship quite gone. He had made the mistake of paying half up front. It hadn't been a fortune, but it had been enough for the crew to decide to cut its losses. With a frown he looked over the empty slip and turned his gaze back to Sinead. "Okay. So no ship. So no seeing me off."
"Maybe," she said with a mysterious smile. "I don't think our walk has ended yet." And her feet continued to lead them both towards the two new comers. "Although I'm impressed that you haven't sort of... freaked out." or what ever children do these days.
" I seldom freak out about things I cannot control. My Mother makes certain I do not. It's...difficult sometimes to not find myself using more force than is necessary. It's important to keep control." he said giving her a small smile, though not missing her knowing glance.
Sinead lead the two of them towards the new comers, one she did recognize.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:27:06 GMT -8
Soro stood 5'6" tall with short cropped red hair pulled back into a bun at the bak of her head. This left her half pointe ears in full view as the light of the city played on her pale but freckled skin. She wore a green dress with brown boots and mauve gloved embroidered with the XD insignia even though she was no longer a member of that clan. "What bothers me more is that some of my best friends are fae and yet some of them still want to annoy me" she said and then felt a familiar presence she turned and found herself face to face with the goddess and had to take a step backwards quickly falling into a curtsy. "my goddess" she gasped, her blue green hues downcast.
Opal stood over Soro a bit past six feet herself and pale enough to glow in the moonlight, her white hair is braided down her back and sparkles with flecks of every color imaginable. She considers that and smiles "All fae are not the same anymore than all humans, or all dragons love." she pauses when they come across the goddess and her friend and smiles at them both, mismatched eyes of blue and green sparkle as if carved from gems briefly "Greetings to you both, have you a notion where we are? And if any mischievous fae might be about?"
The greetings were something that Sinead never got used to. She gave a small laugh before bowing her head to the two of them. "Hello, Soro. Is this your wife?" her eyes flickered to Opal. "I heard you were looking for someone to help you with children. Rather amusing to ask my guardian." Although she knew Soro didn't exactly ask Ethai. She winked to the two ladies. "No fae here, but you are in New Arisalon."
"This here," she gestured to Victor, "Is young Lord Victor Kaliba. I thought that I would see him off as he starts a quest, but it seems the ships have sailed without him." Brows arched, her gaze returning and lingering on Soro.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:29:44 GMT -8
" It's a pleasure to meet you both. " he smiled to both Opal and Soro, nodding deeply in their direction. "Welcome to New Arisalon. It's good to have visitors..." he glanced to Soro's gloves thinking about what his older brother had said about Apothus.
"Is this official business, or just looking for those mischevious fae?"
Soro rose from her curtsy though she still could not look the goddess in the eyes. she would nod to the question "yes this is Opal my wife" she smiled and turned her happy gaze to Opal. Another nod was given at the question about having children.
“yes.. though I may be putting hat on hold for awhile.. finding… aa..what? oh no! no! I didn’t.. I mean it was a misunderstanding” the girl said getting flustered and finally meting Sin’s gaze with a worried look and her face red from embracement.
She caught the amusement in Sin’s look and restrained herself from the desire to tickle the woman in revenge for the jest. Her eyes now looking to Victor as the goddess introduced him. She gave him a curtsy in greeting and lofted a brow at his question.
“On business?” she asked, letting her skirt fall and straitening again from this son curtsy. she followed his line of sight to her gloves and a look of understanding came to her face “ah! I see! No I well we were following this humming noise and it lead us here. I can’t imagine why though but at least it wasn’t a trap or some nasty bad guy” she smiled then.
“hmm the ships set sail.. well that’s not good.. well if he isn’t afraid of heights I think Opal could give him a lift,” she said looking to her mate to see if it is ok.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 15:32:20 GMT -8
Opal chuckles a warm rumbling noise that seems to big for the human frame she wears at the moment "I don't know about this Ethai, but we have been looking with little success so far. Aside from an odd dalliance recently." she looks Victor over carefully twice, appearing to focus on him first with one eye and then the other as if each sees something different "Yes if the lad doesn't mind flying I can give him a ride."
"A humming noise? How strange..." Sinead let the topic slide with a small laugh. "I wish you both luck in finding someone to help you. I'm sure it will happen when the time is right." Her attention turned to Victor. "Well, what do you say? I assume you have at least a direction in which you need to go? It's always good to find help where you can..."
"I would be beyond rude to turn away such help. I would be honored to accept." he said with another deep nod. Victor gave them both a smile that was warm, his eyes giving each the courtesy of contact as he shouldered hid bag again, and tucked his pendant subconsciously under his shirt.
"If the Goddess endorses you, I can't see why I wouldn't count you as new friends. I imagine you must be in another form then, Opal? " he asked curious to just how she'd be giving him a ride.
The way and means of transportation would be his first real interaction with someone who could change shape, and the size and scale of Opal took his breath away, as a journey that should have taken days—took hours, and soon enough he was in a village not far from a dense wood, blanketed with fog at all hours of the day and night.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 19, 2017 17:24:41 GMT -8
The village near the Deep Wood was a distrustful place. The seasonal affectation of the environment seemed to exclude any kind of openess. Still he was able to sleep in the stable of an establishment, as the horse was long since dead, and they just kept to keep firewood dry- a difficult thing with the constant humidity that left things feeling moist at best and wet at worst. Victor slept the rest of the night and into what little amount of the morning he could, his back against a wall and his arms around his pack. Not out of any distrust, just because it was comfortable enough in the nervous exhaustion that left him to dream. In that dream, he was there again. Amongst the endless Grey. The Grey was the place beyond the Sacred Mountain- it was found through an open archway in which light and darkness met not in a clash, but in perfect harmony. There was an order to the Grey, it was barren and yet alive. It held mystery, but it also held true. Oddly enough, the Grey seemed like a perfect circle in which he always entered at the edge. No paths, just empty space between him and the center. In that space, nothing. Only the rise and fall of geometric shapes corresponding to patterns over and over again. Order, repeated- harmony maintained. It had a beauty to it, a kind of mysticism that appealed to one's logic. It was not two sides of a coin- no. It was the coin. It was not two halves to a whole, it was the whole. Here in the Grey- no up or down, left or right, just space in a perfect circle, a perfect sphere- its center however illuminated. A bright light that pierced through it all. As in every dream he willed himself to it, he walked where the ground was, he jumped where it wasn't. He pursued it all with dedication and grit. As usual, he didn't make it. Victor shook with a start as he felt the handle end of a broom pushed into his side. "Think you ought get going..." Said his host, a man of forty five who didn't look too impressed with the armored young lad. Victor thanked him, roused himself to go- and went on his way leaving coins for the family, and leaving any hope of turning back behind. An hours hike later, and he was there, the path leading into the deep wood, where giant trees ringed the forbidden forest like warning signs.  |
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 20, 2017 21:07:38 GMT -8
Past the great trees, the paths became narrow, twisting, byzantine in their complexity. He could quickly see how anyone could be lost within. He thought he found the outstretched shape of arms among the fog, only to find branches where people might've been. "It's your imagination, Victor. Nothing to worry about." he mused aloud, steeling himself against the cloying dampness of the fog and the dread it seemed to carry along with the vapor of moisture.
In the hours that came, his feet grew sore and legs grew tired. The wood seemed to make each step harder, each step making him aware of his pack, his armor, his weaponry. The weight was nearly unbearable as he crested a hill overlooking a wooded ravine that twisted as far as the eye can see, while a series of switch backs rising up to the other side.
In that Ravine, one could see two creature, soaring through the laden air- one leather winged with the fearsome face of a lion and a long tail quills nearly a yard long set along the outside of the prehensile tail.
Facing the Manticore was a mighty Griffon. The Manticore flung a volley of quills which ripped through trees, the Griffon's narrow flight path banking to the left avoiding the lethal barbs.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 7:53:10 GMT -8
Victor couldn’t believe what he was watching. The Manticore and the Griffon in vicious passes fighting over a forest blanketed with that same pervasive fog. Quills like spears ripped through trees when they missed the nimble Griffon. The Manticore was far more ‘lethal’ but as time went on in those scattered seconds of excitement, the Manticore was not quite so persistent as the noble griffon, whose talons ripped and flesh and beak aimed for vitals with every clash in the air.
It was a breathtaking conflict, especially with the majesty of the Griffon. White, snow white feathers that seemed to almost glow with their own ethereal light, hard sharp talons, sharp intelligent eyes that could barely be made out at the distance. Details were filled by the imagination of a young man, little more than boy. He knew who his favorite in the fight was.
He was especially correct when the fight in flight came dangerously close overhead. It seemed like the manticore had no end of quills to hurl, the yard long barbs going nearly a foot and a half into trees, one sinking into the dirt over two. Pulling shouldering his shield from his back, Victor got low and like any bystander he backed slowly away from the skirmish.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 14:44:57 GMT -8
Over his head, the Griffon soared, screeching defiantly as it threw his mass against the Manticore, front paws with mighty claws pressed in and with a contortion of his form raked talons against the Manticore's face, maring one eye with a wound that almost seemed to be filled with a gleaming energy before black blood gushed from the opened flesh.
The Manticore roared, a lion's roar made nearly unrecognizable the mixed blood of the creature. The Griffon wasn't ready for the spiked tail that didn't launch those spikes but instead slapped the Griffon hard enough that it crashed to the ground, landing amidst a small gathering of small trees. The Griffon beat his wings furiously to try and take off from the brush it had been struck into.
Victor's blood went cold. The Manticore did not turn his attention to the Griffon but instead towards the man-flesh that would taste much better than a gnarled and gamey griffon. With another deafening roar and a flick of that lethal tail, three sharp spikes ripped through air aimed with deadly intent to do the same to the youngest son of House Kaliba.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 15:03:52 GMT -8
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 15:18:20 GMT -8
The pull and flex of muscle fibers happened before synapses could fire, the instinct of a warrior was honed in the boy perhaps by blood, training, Providence or all three. His shield of a stout banded darkwood, turned the cluster of bolts from danger to inconvenience, as one pierced through the upper right section of the heater shield. Victor knowing the beast would soon stretch the advantage he charged forward- an act that shocked the massive beast who rose on it's rear legs ready to tear the mancub to shreds.
Salivating at his good luck the Manticore didn't pounce, but prepared to fall upon the boy- and did with both claws as the boy crossed the threshold where retreat would be impossible. Cunning and predatory, the Manticore did not expect to fall upon something hard beneath him. His claw was meat by the human's shield, and the other met by the boy's forearm?
The beast put his strength into, his weight- his viciousness, but the boy did not relent. He wouldn't move! The Manticore bounded back from the boy and with a snap of his jaws he lunged at the outstretched arm to the boy's right.
The Manticore's depth perception wasn't perfect from the blood that poured from the cut above his eye the bite just a bit wide, while Victor seized the initiative. He slammed the hard rim of his shield right against the side of the Manticore's massive head in which a massive pop of the cheek bone as it snapped underneath unforgiving wood and steel.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 15:30:28 GMT -8
Victor's mighty strength was like that of Heracles, Samson, a hundred others blessed by some lineage or some god. Though his frame was mighty for his age, it was the heavenly strength that snapped bone and ravaged the Manticore, who backed away quite ungracefully wings beating to take him, battered, half blinded, and dazed into the air. Victor's sword remained in its scabbard, if only so the prophecy could be filled.
For he would see great hunger, and without blade- go to face it.
Those written scriptures had not yet been revealed, a book seemingly unimportant, as fleeting as the deity who inspired it. The Manticore did retreat, but not before hitting the unexperienced (and perhaps gloating) boy with a lash of his mighty tail, sending Victor up from the ground and flying right over the edge of the ravine.
It was a development *that* god had not foreseen.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 21, 2017 15:40:06 GMT -8
As Victor found himself hurled through the air, he quickly realized that there was nothing to hold on to. The Manticore was flying in an arc already and would gather himself before going to eat his splattered but earned kill. Victor didn't have time to curse him for it. It was there in the air, in those endless milliseconds that he almost thought he heard Verity say his name. It was a short thing. A whimper really, but he'd never accuse his twin of that.
Victor tried to control his fall, maybe stop among the branches- but even they seemed quite far. How deep was that ravine? The wind whipping across his face brought his eyes to close against the velocity, and as he tumbled through the air he remembered something.
Victor held on to the Griffon.
Another god had foretold this, unbeknownst to Victor as he shot his hand up blindly and found his hand gripping a talon that soon curled around to secure the young warrior from slipping. The Griffon rose higher and higher, and once Victor felt sure, he climbed up to the beast's back- an unwieldy climb.
The Griffon bore him without complaint, but with enthusiasm- neither one of them worse for wear. He tried to soothe the beast, and he did- and in the moments that followed found the griffon seemed to know him. Seemed to recognize him. Victor felt at a disadvantage but tried to change the Griffon's course, to head back to the quest at hand.
Try as he could, the Griffon's course was determined. It flew West, to New Arisalon. Apparently, both gods had foreseen at least one thing in common.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by navaeh on Jul 24, 2017 12:00:04 GMT -8
~Do not wander too far from the camp~ is what they told young Navaeh. ~You will get lost~. It seemed they were right. Though the girl meant not to travel far, but a black rabbit had caught her attention and she wanted to catch it for a pet. The rabbit led her deeper into the forest than she had intended to go before it disappeared down into a hole by a large decaying tree. Upset, she stomped her foot and turned around to head back towards the campsite, but which way was back?
The girl spun a full 360 degrees, the skirt of her cream colored peasant dress and bottom of her cloak brushed along the dirt and grass below. The area did not seem familiar to her. Lids closed shut, hiding the Dark brown hues of her eyes and then reopened. "Mamma!? Pappa!?" she called out, awaiting to hear a reply, but nothing but the sounds of owls whoing in return. Reaching up with her right hand, those fingers curled against the cloth fabric of her white cap and she lowered it in front of her, stopping at her budding breasts. Left hand came up, the fingers of that one, gripping the cap as well. That long blonde hair fell loosely about the material of her clothing.
A worried expression on her face as the 15 year old Navaeh began to walk in the direction that she thought the camp was in. "Mamma! Pappa!" she would call out from time to time. The expression on her face becoming more and more worried, her forehead starting to wrinkle and tears began to well in her eyes as the time passed on. "MAMMA! PAPPA!" the girl screamed out, and she suddenly became frozen in her tracks as she heard a growl behind her.
She moved not a muscle as her body became frozen. The dark brown hues of her eyes shifting to look out the corner of them. Another growl, and another. The third one, she caught in the corner of her eye. Three black wolves approaching. A tree was not far off, could she make it in time? She had to at least try. Dropping the cap to the ground, she ran with determination to make it to the tree as the wolves began to stride after her. She leaped in the air, bringing her hands up and extending her fingers to full length so that her palms hit the bottom branch. As they did, those fingers curled and wrapped around the branch. She felt sharp claws ripping through the fabric of her dress and cloak, softening the blow to her left leg, making the claws not dig as deep into it as they normally would. She cried out, but despite the pain, she managed to pull herself up onto that branch.
Upper torso lay on top of that branch and she lifted her legs, bending them at the knee as one caught the slipper she was wearing, managing to pull it off her foot with it's teeth. Blood dripped to the ground below and she sat upright, resting her back against the trunk of the tree. Lifting her legs, she extended them, letting the right one rest against the top of the branch while the left rested on top of that one. Ears picked up the sounds of growls below as the three black wolves circled the tree, staring up at her. Lips parted as she screamed out, "HELP!"
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 24, 2017 18:13:14 GMT -8
Solarion had made a long banking descent, not to the middle of the Deep Wood- but at the beginning. Once more, Victor would trudge into the woods- a hard hike over rough terrain that seemed to resist invaders. The fog was so pervasive and worse yet, permanent. The day was never fully lit, made dim through the cloying miasma like the fog that rolled over the ground in places but always seemed to block vision more than two hundred or three hundred feet. It was cold, cold enough that it didn't feel like summer. The forest was damp but didn't have much running water through it, every creek seemed fetid save a few streams which were portable. When he made it to the familiar forked trees, he knew he was nearing the ravine. That's when he heard the scream. Without a thought, he drew his bow and an arrow and ran through the woods towards the sound. Short seconds took place before he found himself peering at three black wolves. Holding arrow and bow in one hand he took out his sword and stabbed the ground, moving slowly but with purpose. With a quiet determination, he took aim at one wolf, knowing that they'd be on him soon enough. The young warrior let fly the arrow, before drawing another before the first had even struck its mark. Luckily it did, piercing the upper shoulder of the wolf and past, piercing vitals and causing the wolf to drop but only after literally flying from the impact of the arrow a full meter. The wolves were alerted to his presence and began to charge- one caught an arrow to the breast and sank down into the dirt, tripping over its own feet. The third was too close. He'd never draw an arrow fast enough, so he dropped his bow pulled the sword free in front of him and brought it upward just as the wolf leapt into the air, the blade slicing not quite center mass but to the left, severing the forelimb and enough body that the wolf fell to the side from the strike- the bold leap unrewarding. As anticlimactic as it was, the strong young warrior seemed unphased by wolves, Big Sister had him killing things like that at eleven. Hunting was sport worthwhile. He'd brought home enough pelts that his mother had requested him to stop. He looked up at the girl in the tree and tried his best to offer comfort. "You're okay... I can help you down. I've got a kit for the wounds. I'm Victor... you're safe. Come on down."  |
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gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by navaeh on Jul 24, 2017 19:02:20 GMT -8
Those dark brown eyes stayed locked on the three black wolves circling below. She feared she would be caught up in the tree for the rest of her life. Lips parted to call out for help in desperation once again, but before a single sound escaped her, those dark brown hues caught sight of an arrow piercing clean through the upper shoulder of one of the wolves and dropped it where it stood.
Those hues drifted off into the direction in which the arrow came, seeing a boy about her age, "Watch out" she called, drawing in a deep breath and holding it even though it was apparent that he knew what he was doing. The second one had dropped as the arrow landed in it's breast, and tripped over its own feet. Her brows furrowed as the third one seemed close to him. It leaped into the air towards him and she saw a sword come up, striking the wolf, slicing into it. As the third one dropped, she finally let out that deep breath and watched him as he began to approach the tree.
He told her he could help her down and that she was okay. His name was Victor and he had stuff that could help with her wounds. Those dark brown hues looked to her injured leg, for the first time seeing the tear in the fabric of her dress and cloak and the bloodied claw marks upon it. A gulp taken and she uncrossed her legs, letting them dangle off the branch and shifting herself to face him. That head bowed and she looked to him for a moment, scared to jump, but hoping that he would catch her. She steadied her palms on top of the branch and pushed her body off and towards him.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 24, 2017 19:38:43 GMT -8
Victor was young, but at 5'11 he was larger than many men in Tyran got. He caught her in his arms, his armor a little too hard when she collided with it, but his arms held her close and caught her fast. He put her down to her feet carefully, having already seen the blood. "Have a seat, I'll get out my healer's kit, " he said as he went to a knee, offering his shoulder for her to steady herself.
" What's your name?" he asked, curious but also trying to distract her. He removed bandages and salve, and without much ado, he pulled up her skirt carefully only high enough to see to the wound and handed the hem of the fabric to her to hold for her modesty and comfort.
For a man strong enough to hew a wolf in half, he was gentle in his touch- wrapping the wound only after applying the antiseptic, the stung- but surprisingly not as much as one would expect as it cooled the flesh as it went on helping alleviate the swelling slightly while clotting the blood.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 24, 2017 20:10:54 GMT -8
"Sedah! Sedah!" A woman's voice shouted across the camp, prompting a young man of 5'10 to stand at attention, dropping the bits of loose wood that he was carrying to the campfire. He turned and rounded a caravan, his long feathered blonde hair bouncing on his head as he turned to see the woman calling out. He brushed off his cream colored shirt, blinking his brown eyes to her as he approached.
"Yea Mah?" He asked her, his brow furrowing as he picked a sliver of wood from his shirt and flicked it into the grass before looking to her.
"Go get your sister, she took off into the forest." She said, waving her hand at the boy as she spoke the words. "Soup is almost ready. She better have not wandered far..." Their mother said, more to herself than to him as she knelt down to the campfire where a cauldron boiled.
"Alright alright Mah." He said with a grin as he backed up a couple of steps and turned heel towards the forest. He would make his way into the forest before him. He wandered in a little ways, making sure to look back every now and again as he looked around the forest. His long black boots snapping a twig beneath him as he walked. "Navaeh?" He shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth after a moment, his brown eyes scanning the forest before shouting again. "NAVAEH?!"
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gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by navaeh on Jul 24, 2017 22:23:50 GMT -8
"oof", the wind knocked out of her for a second as her chest collided hard with his armor. Those dark brown eyes looking to his eyes as he held her close and lowered her to rest her feet on the ground, her cheeks became warm as they turned pinkish in color. When her feet touched the ground, she was snapped out of what seemed like a daze and back into reality as she felt a sharp pain shooting up her left leg and that knee bent slightly, but not enough to go into him, just enough to settle her tippey toes on the ground. She stood before him at a height of 5 foot 5 inches as he lowered himself to his knee, offering his shoulder to her. She placed the palms of both hands at first upon his right shoulder. She carefully began to lower herself, using him for support as her right hand moved down to place upon the ground below.
Those dark brown hues stared at the boy as she lowered herself onto the ground, sitting there with her legs extended outward. Her fingers grasped the fabric of her dress, and curled her singers against it, forming a ball of fabric to rest against her palm. "Navaeh" She spoke, keeping those eyes on him, not wanting to see the claw marks embedded into her flesh. "Victor... Thank you" a smile curled on her lips as she looked to him. That was until she felt a pain, "Owww.." she flinched as she felt the sharp pain, yet the pain was short as the salve began to cool her flesh.
Sedah's calls to her would go unanswered for now, for it seemed as is Navaeh had traveled further from the campsite then what was intended.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 25, 2017 4:34:17 GMT -8
Victor nodded at her name, lips turned up in a small smile- a simple attempt at comfort. To be an obvious warrior, his bedside manner was quite gentle. “That’s a pretty name. How did you come to be in the Deep Wood?” He left any rebuke about the danger out of it. She wasn’t armed, so she obviously wandered in here.
That was going to complicate things.
The Deep Woods pervasive magic had a tendency of swallowing those who tried to traverse it. Soon the fog would endlessly trap you in mazes of paths. If not for his Guidestone, he’d be no better. He couldn’t leave her alone, and if they weren’t quick he couldn’t get her home without completing what he had to do first. No way out, but through.
The thought wasn’t comforting. He worked faster, easily checking the leg for fractures and with a small thin strip of wood to hold the bandage easily in place he sealed up the wound. Good enough field medicine. He needed to get this girl moving. They had to head back to the boundary.
Unfortunately he knew not of the older brother searching, wandering close to entering this gloom.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 25, 2017 4:52:39 GMT -8
Sedah continued unto the woods until he felt he could go no further. He looked back, placing his hands on his hips to contrast his brown slacks as he looked back towards the direction of camp, getting increasingly worried as he looked around before cupping his hands together again like a funnel. "NAVAEH!" He shouted again, looking deeper into the forest before back to camp, his eyes scanning the forest around him as he was still deciding what to do.
After a moment he finally moved further into the forest, continuing to shout his sisters name occasionally as he jogged through the trees and deeper into the forest. He didn't care if he got lost, he was more worried about the wellbeing of his sister. He moved from a jog into a sprint as he began to feel more and more uncomfortable as a feeling of dread washed over him.
Sedah was no fighter and if wolves or other creatures were to attack he would be no better off than his sister would be. He shouted her name again and again in desperation as he ran through the forest.
The others might begin to hear his shouts... However the question is whether or not he was running in the right direction...
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gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by navaeh on Jul 25, 2017 5:15:46 GMT -8
A goofy smile formed on her lips and she felt a warmth in her cheeks once more and they turned pinkish once again as he spoke of her having a pretty name. "Thank you..." she whispered out. Though his question of what brought her into the Deep Wood, made those dark hues lower and she curled her lower lip into her mouth chewing on it slightly as she watched him work on her leg. There was no broken bones, only 4 nasty claw marks. Finally her lips parted and she spoke. "I followed a rabbit." She swallowed hard and shifted her hues to the lower left corner of her eyes, feeling a bit ashamed.
A voice calling off into the distance, could it be? No, now he may be lost as well. Her eyes widened as she heard the voice shout again, the shout slightly louder this time. Her head turned towards the voice and she called out to him. "Sedah, Over Here." That head turned back towards Victor and those dark brown hues came to rest on him once again, simply stating, "My brother"
She watched as Victor finished patching up her leg. "What are you doing in the Deep Woods besides saving my life?" she let out a soft chuckle. Thoughts running through her mind about the boy. Clearly being that good looking, skilled, and polite, he must have a girlfriend. She pushed any romantic thoughts of him aside. Clearly she was hurt and this place wasn't the right time or place for such thoughts anyway. Besides, she didn't even know him, and Sedah, lets just say he was a very protective big brother, some would say an overly protective big brother.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 25, 2017 5:40:59 GMT -8
“Your brother, Naveah?” he asked. How many distractions was he going to get? His worry on the mission didn’t show on his face, his mama had raised him too well for that. But two children camping or traveling this close to the Deep Wood, often called the Fell Wood, or the Hungry Forest, well- It didn’t bode well.
“Let’s get you on your feet.” he moved to her side underneath her arm, as he guided it over his shoulder and rose to his own feet. Her blush was uncommented on, but not ignored. It was cute, he’d been meeting a few cute girls lately.
He stood there steadying her, as he heard movement in the forest approaching from the direction he had come- a path now littered with black wolf corpses. He guided her to lean on the tree to give herself a moment to gather herself before walking. His steps took him to his healers kit which he began to close up and replace in his bag.
“ I’m sure it was a very cute bunny, by the way.” he said with upturned lips to show a small grin. “We’ll be okay. Just need to head back to the entrance- we can move around the outer edge to find your parents… You are with your parents right?” His eyes cut across the field to the source of movement, poised and ready in case the brother wasn’t a brother.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 25, 2017 14:07:28 GMT -8
Sedah shouted again as he ran through the forest, stopping a moment when he thought he heard something. He looked around as he stood still before taking off in the same direction again, shouting for his sisters name again. He would begin to sprint as he heard her voice call out to him, running as fast as he could as he ran through the forest to catch up with them. He nearly tripped on the wolf carcasses as he came by, stopping in his tracks as he looked down to see the remains of a fight, stepping and hopping over them before seeing his sister and a strange man.
"Navaeh?!" He shouted, looking at Victor with daggers in his eyes and a worried expression on his face. "Who? Who is this?" He said, pointing at Victor as he looked around. He seemed almost panicked as he approached them, looking around for any signs of whatever made the sound he heard earlier. He wasn't sure if it was them or not but his mind didn't linger on that for long, focusing back on Victor before turning to Navaeh again. "Who are you? What are you doing with my sister?!" He said, nearly demanding answers from Victor as his eyes focused back on him. He felt worried but did his best to refrain himself from grabbing Victor and pushing him up against a tree, trying to clear his head from it's clouded anger before he got too out of hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked to Navaeh before anyone could answer his first question, pointing to Navaeh before he turned his gaze to her after. "Did he hurt you?" He asked, unable to keep his mind from assuming the worst of Victor.
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gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 25, 2017 16:26:40 GMT -8
((Posting as Navaeh))
~Your brother, Naveah?~ He asked her and that head lowered then rose in a nod. As he moved to her side and underneath her arm, she brought her arm up and draped it over his shoulders. He stood, helping her to her feet. That head turned towards him and she smiled, "Thank you" He steadied her then moved her towards the tree. She leaned against it as those dark brown hues watched him pack up his healers kit.
He spoke of the bunny mentioning that he was sure it was very cute with a grin. This made her cheeks redden once more, shoulders came up slightly and those lids slowly closed over her eyes then parted, revealing the dark hues, a smile curled on her lips once again, "I wanted to keep it" He mentioned that they would be okay and just needed to head back to the entrance and move around the outer edge to find her parents. Then he questioned on if she was with her parents, those soft lips parted as she replied, "yes, Sedah, my parents and I were on a camping trip." She heard movement and those eyes lifted in that direction.
Seeing Sedah, and of course right away he started to suspect the worst. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried to keep calm and let him go on his little tangent before she spoke. "Sedah... This is Victor." She motioned towards Victor with her hand as she placed her foot down on the ground. That arm then lowered as she continued on, "He didn't hurt me, he helped me. Please, calm down Sedah." Those hues drifted towards Victor with a look as if she were apologizing to him, then drifted back to her brother. "I was attacked by three wolves, one caught my leg and ripped my dress and cloak, clawing into my leg. I was stuck up in this tree calling for help and he came to my aide."
A pause was taken before she continued, "He then patched up my wound and was a complete gentleman about it." Her hues shifted back to Victor and she looked to him a little dreamily as she spoke, "You could say he was my knight in shining armor" a soft giggle was given and she blinked her eyes, snapping herself back into reality. "Hes going to help us get back to our parents and if I were you, I would be nice and thank him for saving and helping me"
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 25, 2017 16:41:47 GMT -8
 Luckily, as he was the heavily armed man in the scenario, Victor was very understanding. He had a little sister too. Little by a whole 3 minutes and 33 seconds. So at Sedah's impulsive questioning, and noting just how much he was raging in his query, Victor took another step from Navaeh, something he had done earlier, but apparently hadn't done enough of. " Right on all counts, I'm sorry to of alarmed you. I have a sister too. " He said with a bit of understanding before making his way towards the way they had come upon the spot. If they could track their way back to the entrance it'd be fine. He repeated it like a mantra in his mind. Very quickly the wall of fog seemed to get closer, trees started to lose their familiarity. Within paces, he found himself in an area that didn't look familiar. Still on a winding path, but with narrow trees, he had not seen. |
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