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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:05:38 GMT -8
Mordred was warned and then magically ushered from the temple. Once his senses returned he let a wicked grin curl his lips. "It is good to be home..." This new god sought to include him but little did anyone suspect Mordred as always had his own designs and unknown to this new fledgling god...it was playing into exactly what Mordred wanted..."Anathema..." he would whisper on the wind. On purpose he would use a certain name ..."Anathema...he again called..." "I am home...and the game is again afoot...we vargo's...always win..." he laughed evily and nodded to the red sky above...
He took a moment to assess. "Was it fear that prompted this new God to seek him out? What was this old ruin about to be unleashed? The one thing certain, his family had time to prepare and even potentially to avoid the forthcoming disaster. That was the easy part. He would glance off into the distance towards the capital and the castle of the Queen. That is where his true business now lay and where the real battle would be waged. "I've missed you..." He stated then began in that direction...the darkness that flitted and fluttered about him seemed more alive in that moment.
Mordred slowly trudged the distance to the outskirts of the castle. During his trek he played over in his head a thousand and one times what e would say to her if even allowed to. She was the Queen now, duty bound even more than she was when she was a general. Something struck him funny but he only shook his head. He looked up at the castle, "figurative and literal walls...more now than ever aye..."He tipped his head in a respectful fashion then proceeded to approach the main gate. Stopped by a host of guards, Mordred kept his cold dead white eyes averted and again raised the hood of his robes, obscuring his features within the confines of the deep cowl. "YOUR BUSINESS?" They barked at him and lowered their halberds in his direction menacingly. "An audience with the Queen, if possible..." "Shove off old man...the queen has no time for beggars and vagabonds." Mordred would nod, "then may i leave something with you..." The guards eyed each other and cautiously approached. "Kal-sin al sur' dysin dreall.." He whispered and both guards would recoil their eyes now milky white and unseeing...A faint streak of purple would mar their hair. They screamed and clawed at their eyes as Mordred would drape himself in shadow. The gift was his magical signature, Mordred knew Laelia would alone recognize it as his, or Monet's.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:05:53 GMT -8
Standing high upon the balcony of her palace chambers, the General Queen surveyed the sky in the distance. Cool ice blue eyes stared undaunted at the darkness that had gathered. A harsh wind swept platinum tresses back from her face. Natural or otherwise, it heralded a brewing oncoming storm. Unbeknownst to her, an old memory she strived to keep suppressed slowly worked its way along the road to the Capital to toss upheaval into her life.
Turning from the balcony, she crossed through the double doors and wind-billowed curtains back into her chamber, shut the doors and returned to her desk. She scowled briefly at the papers scattered by the wind. After righting the chaos, she settled and resumed pouring over her mail. Reports of the special forces unit being trained at Blackthorn caught her attention. They were doing well, it seemed.
At the gate, the sounds of screaming drew more guards, cursing in horror at what they saw had happened to their comrades. The two affected by this strange affliction were taken to the infirmary to be examined. When word of this finally reached the Queen, it was certain she would be less than pleased.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:06:44 GMT -8
: Some time after the strange affliction had manifested in two palace guards, the Queen had been alerted. Two men lay down in the infirmary, struck blind by some unknown assailant. Laelia abandoned her reports, leaving her chamber to stride purposefully throughout the stone corridors of the palace. It was a functional, formidable building, designed and built by the best Tyran had to offer, with siege defense in mind.
Servants darted out of her path, knowing well enough the look in her eyes. Though they did not fear her reaction if her path was impeded, being physically moved by the woman was not an event neither of them wanted.
Laelia entered the infirmary, flanked by Ser Ehren Morgenstern, her personal guard. The Butterfly Knight, as they were called, was loyal to a fault and her personal confidante. She paused, scanning until she found who she sought. "What happened?" She demanded, approaching the cots bearing the two blind guards.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:27:13 GMT -8
The butterfly knight barely left the Queen's side. Not just as her personal guard, but as her friend. Only now, Ehren only had business on their mind while the queen spoke to the guards. Blue eyes peered at the both of them with sympathy, keeping a small distance from the men. Her concern wasnt just them, but the queen as well.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:27:31 GMT -8
"Majesty, is that you?" Both guards sat up on their cots and began to awkwardly stand in the presence of their Queen, but Laelia stopped them. "Remain seated." She bade them. "I've been informed that you have been struck blind by an unknown assailant. I want to know what happened." Her tone, though amicable, held an edge that suggested making her ask a third time would be a poor decision.
"We were approached by an old beggar man, my Queen." One began to explain. "He asked for an audience with you. We thought nothing of him. Just an old man. Hunched over, wearing robes."
"We sent him on his way, then he asked if he could leave something with us, and said some strange words!" The other guard exclaimed. "And then neither of us could see."
Laelia was silent for a long moment, staring at the both of them while absorbing their tale. Her mouth went dry and she glanced at Ehren briefly before looking back to the guards. "What became of the old man?"
"We don't know. Nobody was with us when Sergeant Klassen arrived to see what the matter was. They searched, but couldn't find anyone. It's like he just disappeared."
"Hold still." Laelia bade, approaching the guard, seizing his chin between her fingers and turning his head left and right. "The eyes are completely white. And his hair..." The words trailed off, becoming ash in her mouth.
"Do you see this Ehren?" So rare for her to call Ser Morgenstern by their first name. It was clear that she was somewhat rattled as she showed Ehren what she picked up from her observation. A faint streak of purple in the guard's hair.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:34:23 GMT -8
Ehren caught Laelia's gaze and after a quick nod she stepped forward to join the queen in her inspection of the guard's faces. Something inside of her nearly reached out to Laelia's arm, but the queen was already touching them. A small sigh of relief escaped when nothing happened.
"It's.... A trademark..." It was part of Ehren's job to make sure she knew every detail about the queen's history. For her own protection, of course. Anything in public records, the butterfly knight studied. So when Laelia pointed out the streak of purple, a jolt of fear shivered down the back of Ehren's spine.
"Perhaps.... Perhaps it is someone trying to taunt you?" She suggested with a hint of hopefulness before turning back to the guards. "Are you sure there was nothing else? Did they say the would be returning?"
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:41:23 GMT -8
"Yes." Laelia murmured quietly, unable to control the jolt of her heart, the stirring of adrenaline that suddenly flooded her veins. "It belongs to the Vargos." In truth she had always been somewhat surprised that her son didn't bear it as well. Perhaps it was a sign that she had done well in sheltering Zephyr from that influence. Even with Mordred gone, Monet had respectfully kept her distance from Zephyr as well.
"If this is someone's attempt to taunt me, they've chosen well and poorly at the same time." Her tone was low, guarded, barely hiding the sheer fury that raged beneath the surface of her cool demeanor.
The guards both shook their heads in denial. "He didn't say another word, Ser Morgenstern."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:55:47 GMT -8
"There are not many left, I've heard." They spoke mainly to themselves before nodding in agreement with the queen. It was done out of habit. Ehren watched Laelia with affection- though she knew she wasn't the only one who did so. The queen was loved.... and this act was either a way of reaching out to her or to try and pull at her potential weaknesses.
"My queen..." The tone was soft. "It would be foolish to say you lack any enemies but they are unharmed besides their sight. I think that if this was a threat, they could have been found dead with the same message reaching you."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 15:55:59 GMT -8
"It's true." Laelia said with a nod. "The message could have been delivered with their deaths. Whomever did this...Knew it would get my attention...but perhaps didn't wish my complete animosity. That doesn't mean it isn't a threat, however."
"A priestess will be sent for, to try and cure you of this ailment." Laelia told the guards, who professed their thanks.
And then Laelia turned to leave the infirmary, trusting that Ehren was at her side. "Monet and I are on good terms. This is not her work. And Mordred is in hell." She said resolutely. "I'm truly at a loss as to who the culprit could be."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 16:08:26 GMT -8
"Of course, my queen." Laelia was right. Still, Ehren was thoughtful about the event. They clapped one of the guards on the shoulder before leaving the room with Laelia.
"Hell has doors," they said absentmindedly. However, they didn't give it much thought. "Are Monet and Mordred the only two you know that can do such a thing?" They frowned. "I shall go and investigate some, my queen. Perhaps try to find out if there are any other Vargo's we do not know about lurking around the Capital."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 16:08:37 GMT -8
Laelia shook her head. "It wouldn't be difficult for a mage with the appropriate spells. But why this?" Something so personal after all of this time. Why come at her with it now? "Let me know what you find, Ser Morgenstern. And exercise caution."
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 16:34:02 GMT -8
Mordred noted the sun even in a red sky had begun to hang low, casting long and ever widening shadows. A simple act now, Mordred would cause the shadows to coalesce and form a gate of sorts. His destination would be kept to the fore of his thoughts as he stepped into the inky darkness. 'BLACKTHORN KEEP'. The feeling of being submerged in murky water flooded his sense. A moment later he was disgorged in a shaded grove some thirty meters from his once residence and seat of his power. Something though was wrong...then Mordred let again the ever wicked and malign smile dance across his features. "Kaliba magic.." he spat, keeping to the confines of the comforting darkness that rolled and twisted about him. Mordred was well versed in the different signatures and intricacies of certain wards and mystic protections. Always the paranoid and defensive type, the Kaliba's always could be counted on to secure in certain ways...things of great value to them...this was no exception.
He had to stay a step ahead of his quarry. The queen herself. He had made the first move and knew without hesitation the response would be swift. A certain degree of wanton retribution would spark her mind and military instinct true, but Laelia, The Queen and renowned swordswoman had chinks in her armor, few would know or dare to prod. One does not just run up to a mother bear with shadow balls out and say honey I'm home. So here he stood, walking and skirting along the edges of the placed warding fields, making it a point to not disturb them in the slightest. The wicked grin though continued to lace his features. "Inside out," he mumbled then took a knee where he had first emerged after circling the keep.
He knew this place and to a degree how to circumvent certain magics. This was once his domicile and certain things were left there despite his absence. One of these things was a pile of buried bones, left from one of the many undead and skeletal creatures that used to stalk these grounds. Mordred was a Necromancer he could not directly counter the ward without knowing the ritual but he could cause the bones themselves to be disturbed. He began to chant in a most vile and ancient dialect...
Mordred would reach the climax of his spell and a black miasma bellowed from his nose and mouth. A faint moaning sound would seem to issue from the miasma as it began to sink into the very soil. A small fissure would race under and through the bedrock until it came upon old bone, cartilage and necrotic sinew. Mordred would cough out the last bit of animating essence as a faint pale glow shone in his eyes. Within the courtyard a faint clawing and rumbling began to sound..
The Necromancer watched and maintained his concentration forcing the animated corpse to rise from the soft earth. The moment the beast had pulled itself from the ground. A searing white light would entwine about the construct and then cause it to simultaneously shatter apart in a showy display. "Perfect..." Mordred would repeat this act several more times, each meeting with the same result, his creations decimated. No matter...the desired affect would and was being achieved. Shouts could be heard now and torches were being lit in the upper keep...
Before the commotion and approaching guards reached his position, Mordred would again encase himself in the shadows. Something gave him pause. A young man did step out onto the balcony of the keep...only to be quickly pushed back inside by a swarm of armored men...Mordred's reaction was odd and unseen...then he was again gone...
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Aug 4, 2018 18:43:10 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo was vain and vile but above all else he was methodical. He knew what his presence inspired and meant and how it had affected those close to him. Why you may ask does he not just approach Laelia and inquire about their son and her well being rather than this cloak and dagger type of scheme. The answer to him was simple. Laelia was loved by the people, he was reviled. She was their Queen, he the stuff of their nightmares. Her reputation he would not sully. The rumors would not begin to circulate if none of the populace knew of their past relation and the fruit it bore. The mother of his child in a position of power was a bridge he would not burn and would tread cautiously across.
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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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