The Witching Hour: The Aftermath
Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 19:25:23 GMT -8
Eventually, the storm would fade. The chaos of the cult would end, but would be replaced in those moments after the great explosion of magic- Shelzi was irresponsive but alive. A young red headed girl was in the palace, fished out of the ocean by Victor. Lilwen was hurt as well, and while safe- Ardyn and Elyn were desperately trying to help with Grace or console Reign who seemed deadened by his experience. That is to say nothing of Trent. He was gone. He 'saved' the city, and then vanished. Gone. Pop. Where he was in the hour that followed- was a story in and of itself. It starts like many stories, far far away- and with the appearance of a man, Trent instinctively knew. His voice spoke with a command, with madness, and desperation. "Finally, my boy...Come to free me, to bring back the Arisalon!"  "Oh, silence. You're no more than emperor than I am- less in fact." Trent replied and the illusion melted away in the great vast dimension in which Trent found himself in a place no person had ever been. For now, on even footing or better- With the Darklight itself. Across the cosmos, beyond the knowable planes of the multiverse lied the Far Plane. It was an alien place, dawning back before the great gods stirred, dawning back before existence had a word for itself. In the dark and floating abyss of the Far Plane, you'd find brilliant lights which consumed all knowledge, the deepest darkness which hid it. You'd also find a place of endless darkness, where sin was born before angels were around to avoid it, and demons around to spread it. It's corrupting influence twisted love to obsession, twisted compassion to tyranny. It had done so since the dawn of time, guided always by the Presence. By the eminence, by Lucifer, Asmodeus, a hundred others- all of them could site a deeper darkness in which even they were inspired. Here, in the seat of it's power it was the most vulnerable it could be. Here, and only here- a place no mortal could tread- it could be killed. If she were sane, and perhaps if she weren't, Shelzi would've laughed. |
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 19:47:01 GMT -8
The Darkness had survived before, by showing people what they needed to see. It knew its new wielder, its new puppet. Surely the boy's obsession would've driven him to realize he couldn't do it without him. But still the wizard kept walking towards him. He kept moving. He kept smiling. DAMN THIS HUMAN WRETCH!
The Darkness cleared its throat, its voice a chorus of whispers. "Trent, you know you could have her. You have the power to bring her back. Right now. You could erase that entire event from reality- revise it- rip her from Death's grip."
The sweet smell of her perfume assailed Trent's nostrils, he breathed it in and stopped where he was. He could feel the crush of her figure against his back and she wrapped her arms around him. His neck tingled with the warm sensation of her breath against flesh. His eyes closed at the soothing silk tresses that spilled over his flesh as she leaned in further. Trent shuddered at the memory. But the illusion---
It infuriated him, and the very realm shook with his displeasure- the morphic tendency of this little corner of the Far Plane responding to either entity, Man and Primordial with the same loyalty.
" I think you misunderstood me all these months. You thought I wanted you because Reign was the threat. I think, She knew exactly what I would do when the time came. She smiled and made nice with you- but I think she always knew you'd do anything to feed. Anything to be free of him. Anything to have a better window into the world." Trent's rich baritone was teasing, and the Darklight shrunk from him- growing smaller as Trent cornered it.
"You underestimated what a Mother would do for her child. Elyn. You had a hold of her- potential. But Grace....when I heard about Grace- I knew that she was what you wanted. Pedigree. Just like me." Trent said as he clenched his fist and this little dominion seemed to shrink as if being crushed.
"You can't kill me." The Darkness said. " You need me. You know that without me, you'd be feeble. Not able to withstand the dangers your path will have. You'll lose her again and again, no matter who you try to replace her with."
Trent's hand gestured outward in a violent motion, the Darklight seemed to stumble back as if struck by a slap. "She cannot be replaced- But for whom I love, I'll not lose. I do not need you for that. I only need, here. " He spread his arms wide in gesture.
The Darklight had nothing to say at that. It searched its realm, Shelzi's node had latched itself to the Realm- a beacon and anchor all at once. Trent shouldn't have seen it! He wouldn't have...if he hadn't of been the wield-
The Primordial almost chuckled. "Well shit. I knew you were ruthless. I didn't know you were this...creative."
Trent chuckled. "In Tyran, the Goddess of Magic was one of the first people I met. She knew. She knew from the moment I met her. She might've forgotten. But I didn't. "
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 20:00:19 GMT -8
" You see- even knowing tragedy, even knowing all the loss- The Goddess remembered. You would master me, and call me master. You'd warp me. You'd take the pain that fuels me, and turn it into something twisted. You'd take my soul and feast on every one of my family. Just like tonight- you'd be a glutton for all that I can do." Trent accused.
"Guilty as charged." The Primordial took a more insidious form. That of Trent's Father. He stood cross armed, " What if I said he could be returned to you? A snap of your fingers- and a return to our arrangem-"
"No. " Trent interupted. " You still don't get it." Trent gathered his magic- power from the node- from Tyran's very core. He touched the divinity of his Father's former role. He reached down deep, where those pure remnants remained. Sylvie. Father. Mother. Lae Lae. Reign. Elyn. Grace. Shelzi. Victor. Verity. All of them before and all of them after.
"You think that somehow, you'll avenge the disgrace the Emperor delivered to you. You think somehow, you'll rise above us. You think you'd dominate me."
"The Kaliba words, haven't changed since the Fall. " Trent reached out with his power, blasts of utter cold, white austere light, torrents of gray winds that rend flesh from bone. All of it. His hands raised and guided the energy, focused it- and as the Primoridal screamed in pain, Trent screamed louder.
"I'm taking it from you. This realm. Your power. All of it. It's my birthright. It's my destiny. And the last thing you will hear, is a Kaliba telling you what the First told you. WE DO NOT BOW."
As the Primordial was ripped apart it's spark exposed to the realm there in that realm of darkness and mystery there was a single violent burst of light and color. Then...blackness.
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 20:20:55 GMT -8
Trent had used sigil on his flesh to connect to the Darklight, but with the 'darklight' essentially dead, he needed to rewrite the sigil- he did so channeling the energy of the plane- allowing it rewrite the sigils- even carving them into his very bones from the inside out. Now, instead of the "Darklight", he was it. The window to the Far Plane. It had its own risks. But in the now, he could relish in the fact that this was what the prophecy meant. This is what is was.
When he had met Shelzi- it was prophesied that he would kill Reign. It had never come true. Now it made sense. It wasn't Reign in the visions. It had always been like this. It took nearly an hour for him to find his way back to the Material plane. Pushing his own magic to its limits, he took the way home that he thought would be the least dramatic. He was wrong of course as he hit the Garden of Standing Stones with enough force to cause one of the magic monoliths to crack.
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
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