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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:05:13 GMT -8
The seat of Vargo power rested in the Carrion Lands. He knew that much. It was a location rarely spoken about and when it was, the voices were hushed and hurried as if speaking too loudly would draw the unwanted attention of those who held sway there.
So when Zephyr approached the ferryman at the docks and told them he wanted to go there, it was no surprise that the ferryman was reluctant to say the least. It was the first time Zephyr had ever used his identity as a bargaining chip. Typically the young man avoided revealing himself as the General Queen's son and Prince of Tyran because he did not want to be treated differently because of his title. But just this once it was an advantage he could not afford to forfeit. A generous purse of coin didn't hurt either.
And so it was that Zephyr Kaliba...Zephyr VARGO Kaliba, found himself standing on the shores of the Carrion Lands, looking into the distance over the desolate landscape of death and ash.
"Well this place looks boring as fuck."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:26:09 GMT -8
Mordred at the current, was in his personal quarters. Silently reading. Again the same book he had been perusing the day prior was once more splayed open before him...He was studying. Supplies had been gathered and now he was slowly building his own personal reserves. He felt a faint shift in the atmosphere, an almost confused reaction from the very land itself. He looked up and his demeanor would darken. Whomever caused the initial disturbance hovered just on the outskirts and had not set actual foot into the barren wasteland of ash. Mordred's eyes would being to emit a faint sickly pale glow as his hands made spastic motions. A verbal accompaniment in a dead blasphemous language was spoken. On top of the highest spire of the Vargo Keep, a bone construct of a large carrion bird tore itself from the architecture, then silently took flight.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:26:24 GMT -8
The crystal spire in the distance drew his attention. It was all that was different in the seemingly endless wasteland. A crystal spire of purple skeletal fingers. For a moment he found himself wondering what the hell his mother had been thinking.
With a roll of his shoulders, he began to walk. It wasn't long before his leather boots were completely crusted with ash and he glanced over his shoulder to view the very visible tracks he was leaving behind him. Well if nothing else, he would be easy to find.
Pressing onward, Zephyr gazed upwards as a creature in the distance freed itself from the spire and took to the air. "You'd better not think I'm food." He muttered a warning, more to himself than anything.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:26:59 GMT -8
ominated the construct both mentally and physically. It would list to one side and then circle low over Zephyr as if debating weather or not the young man was prey or something else. Upon looking directly at him, the construct broke apart. The bones would cascade down onto the sand and a purple mist escaped the broken shards. The young man would suddenly feel a wave of arcane force wash over him. Zephyr may have not known it but he was home. The Carrion Lands were at his beckon call. In his personal quarters, Mordred closed his book, rose to his feet and began his ascent to the upper levels of the central spire. Adorned in ornate black robes, purple streaked hair hung free and cold dead white eyes would greet the world outside his studies. Back where Zephyr was the ash would seem to recede and a bone laden path stretched before him. In the entrance of the central spire, Mordred waited, hands clasped behind him, already impressed by the child's bold willingness to come here and to meet him.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:27:12 GMT -8
As it neared, Zephyr paused and watched the bone construct warily with narrowed eyes trying to determine if it intended to attack or leave him be. As it circled low, the young man's hands crossed over his body, lightly fingering the hilts of the blades that hung from his belt. At that moment, however, the construct shattered , bones and mist scattering around him.
The force of the arcane wave nearly knocked him over. His feet spread in the ash, anchoring him in place and adrenaline surged in his body. Nerve endings lit up with a sensation that was somewhat familiar but that he had never felt so intensely before. Unbeknownst to him, the blue eyes he had inherited from his mother momentarily flickered with a vibrant amethyst sheen.
His arrival had been noted, he assumed, and continued along the newly revealed bone path until he finally reached the proximity of the spire.
The young man stood approximately 6 feet in height; his honed musculature was lean and built for speed. His black leather jerkin was sleeveless and bracers protected his forearms. On his belt were two swords forged of brightsteel, lightweight and perfect for dueling. Platinum blond hair fell to his shoulders, a manifestation of his Kaliba heritage. And yet his facial features betrayed his Vargo heritage. His cheekbones, the set of his jaw, the line of his nose. All Mordred.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:27:28 GMT -8
The Necromancer let his eyes settle upon the young man fully for the first time. He had a proud regal bearing, evidence of his mother's upbringing but something mischievous danced in the boy. A rare boldness that ran rampant in the Vargo blood. Mordred stepped from the entryway and would bow low with genuine respect. His eyes though never left those of the child he helped make. "Young prince...welcome home..."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:27:56 GMT -8
The man stepped from the entryway and allowed Zephyr a good look at him. He now understood why he sometimes saw pain in his mothers eyes when she looked at him. The stranger's demeanor was quiet and respectful, but something raw and unhinged lingered beneath the surface. And yet Zephyr somehow felt a strange affinity to this man he had never met.
"You are Mordred Vargo." He stated the obvious with a hard swallow. Zephyr had thought he had prepared himself for this moment, but was quickly realizing that perhaps he would never be prepared to meet the man who had contributed to his birth. After a long moment he continued. "My mother told me you had returned and...wanted to meet me."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:28:27 GMT -8
Mordred would clasp his hands behind him, and allow Zephyr to speak then would step to one side and make a welcoming motion to the inner confines of the child's unknown home. "I am, please...if the young prince would." Mordred was respectful towards his son and treading carefully, but something within Zephyr would offer a welcoming call. He would feel no malice or the usual oppressive darkness that clung to everything in this land. Mordred simply watched him taking every moment that passed to simply watch his son, with the life he lead who knows if he would ever get the chance to again.
He would continue if Zephyr accepted the invite inside. "Yes I wanted to meet you. It has been years delayed." The usual arrogance and vileness reserved for gods and men alike was absent as he spoke to the young prince.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:28:40 GMT -8
He would step within the spire at Mordred's urging, more than curious about this place his father called home, a piece of his heritage he was unfamiliar with. It felt surprisingly comfortable compared to everything he had heard about the place. Zephyr smiled awkwardly, raking fingers through his hair. "You don't have to call me that. My name is Zephyr. I'm sure she told you that, at least." He didn't actually know what his mother had told Mordred about him. Perhaps nothing at all, hoping it would not pique the man's interest. Or perhaps to allow Mordred to learn who Zephyr was on Zephyr's terms.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:29:02 GMT -8
Mordred turned and would nod, "thank you, for me, even speaking your name is a privilege." Mordred had done many a wicked thing but not being in the young man's life was one of the things even he could not square fully. He corrected the boy then, "She, your mother Laeila..." He checked a stern look that almost was given, then continued, "said it was your choice to meet me after I asked her if I was allowed to. My influence and general disposition...is nothing positive Zephyr." As they moved through the keep the young man would notice in his peripheral vision shapes and twisting darkness and from time to time he would hear fleeting distant voices. Mordred stopped in place and turned to Zephyr again silently watching him then stated, "thank you for coming."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:29:14 GMT -8
For a moment he eyed Mordred at the correction and then finally nodded in agreement. "Rumours and legends are not kind to you." Zephyr frowned, catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, only for it to flit away as soon as he turned his head. "And yet for whatever reason, my mother chose you. That alone made it worth the trip here."
"I don't know if I should say you're welcome or not." That would imply he was doing Mordred a favour. "I'm here out of my own self-interest."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:29:28 GMT -8
Mordred would nod, "a respectable answer." he cleared his throat and actually took on something of a regal composed demeanor, he had once been King. "Zephyr, I cannot ask to be your father or an influence in your life, i gave that option up when I choose a selfish path, what I am to you after this day and the relation we have is dependent upon your choice, "your mother's nor I want or wish anything to burden your fate. You bridge light and dark, past and present. Your blood is royal and divine and you have the world in your palm young prince. Your mother selected me because she knew better than any of us what you could and would be. Live YOUR life though my son, free of all influence but just know, your PEOPLE young prince watch and hold you accountable. Your people both good and bad...so yes I wanted to meet and to know the young man who holds the fate of this world in his hands, and to know...that is my child, as did your mother, admit it or not."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:29:41 GMT -8
He was surprised that someone like Mordred Vargo could admit that he had chosen selfishly. At least to his son. A part of him begrudgingly respected the man for that. Even if it was a small part. He glanced away with a frown, composing his thoughts. "I'm not ready to be a leader yet. When Mother took the throne I was furious with her. But one day I will inherit it and in order to do that I need to know who I am. And whether I like it or not, you are a part of that. I haven't decided what I want you to be or what role, if any, I want you to have in my life. I suppose that depends on you, and what you chose to do this time around."
"I have so many questions. Will you answer them honestly?"
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:30:12 GMT -8
Mordred would nod he had lead them to a sitting area where if he(Zephyr) chose to he could now take a seat. Mordred sat in a seat equally across from the young man and stated, "no one ask's to be a leader Zephyr, they are shaped by experience into being one. You understand though even now, you have to temper light and dark, composure with fury. You are two thirds Vargo, one third Kaliba, your upbringing was in the Kalia house, we as Vargo....you have heard stories...and no I will lie to you with every breath I take, I will answer nothing with truth, if you my son ask any question with preconception, will you ask me from your heart, from YOUR mind, anything you have ever wondered that I may answer."
He wanted Zephyr to ask his own questions, the mass of them surrounded things he did not know potentially nor where a childs place to question. Mordred may have come off difficult but he was prodding the child to see that if his mind was already made up about his father because of what he may suspect then Mordred would not fight it, but just maybe the boy would see through the fog and wonder with his own judgement.
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:30:24 GMT -8
Zephyr sat lightly across from Mordred and believed he understood Mordred's request. To make sure the questions he asked were things that he, Zephyr, wanted to know. That mattered to him. And try not to ask questions based on the judgements of others. He hoped he could do that.
He also needed to make sure he wanted to know the answer. Once a question is asked and answers are given, the words can't be taken back. He exhaled, shoulders tense. "I...I suppose I want to know why you left. If you don't want me to have preconceptions, then I'd like to know from you in your own words. What was so important that you would leave your son behind for it?"
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:30:49 GMT -8
Mordred took a moment but answered honestly. He looked at the young man, "I had grown tired, part of me wanted power of a different sort, part of me simply did it for dramatic affect. You truth be told did not influence my decision. I could not let it to free you of all that surrounded me. Hell as they say can cleanse, I bargained my way out Zephyr, that should give you some clue of what your father is. The gods whisper my name and you are posed to rule this world and raised by the most powerful woman even I ever encountered. I have been divine and beggar, you needed to know life not in my shadow." He paused, "perhaps even I knew what fear was, to touch innocence with dirty hands...not even I am that wicked Zephyr."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:31:16 GMT -8
For a moment Mordred was met with the eyes of Zephyr's mother. That Kaliba stare that seemed to observe so much and say so little. Lesser men withered beneath that stare. But as soon as it appeared, it flitted away.
Zephyr nodded slowly, seeming somewhat relieved by Mordred's answer. "I appreciate your honesty. I would rather hear that I wasn't a factor in your decision, than to be told some bullshit that you were doing it for me. Or that you had some great task to perform that you couldn't inform anyone of. I can respect that you are honest about your motivations. Power and drama."
A pale brow raised. "Certainly the drama occurred, so I've heard. But the power...did you achieve it?"
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:31:29 GMT -8
Mordred lofted a brow and would grin, a black wreath of flame encased his now raised left hand. "In time if you choose to know what that means and whom it means anything too, and why I choose to sacrifice what i did to attain such power, I will explain everything, from what started with your grandfather, was elevated through me and is completed in you." Paused, "just make sure your mother has no issues with it.." he again checked a faint grin, he then asked his one only question, "how does it feel knowing your father is the boogeyman young prince Zepyhr?"
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:31:55 GMT -8
His head canted, eyeing the black flame encompassing his hand. He didn't know what it was, but he was somewhat curious. "I'm glad you got something out of it." Zephyr remarked dryly. "I'd hate to think you did all that for nothing."
The young man couldn't help but laugh as Mordred made mention of his mother and ensuring she took no issue. Even the boogeyman wanted to remain on his mother's good side, it seemed. "How does it feel?" He echoed. "For a long time it was a secretive thing. Or at least it was as much as it could be. The people that knew you and my mother were associated could put two and two together. But in general until I got older and could protect myself better, it was kept quiet. Mother never talked about you like you were the boogeyman...mind you she didn't like to talk about you much at all." He said quietly and shook his head. But he knew that was for other reasons.
"So I learned a lot about you from history texts and rumours. I started to manifest abilities that...well, they aren't known Kaliba traits." He smiled wryly. "I wondered if people were going to place the burden of your deeds on my shoulders. But really...no one has seemed to really care." He shrugged. "I wonder if that's going to change now that you've returned."
"My family tried to help me understand myself as much as they could, but...certain magicks run in certain families and they could only help me so much. So, how does it feel? Strange. Exciting. Like maybe I'm finally going to learn more about myself and figure out who I am."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:32:53 GMT -8
Mordred would listen, taking in every word. "Take your time, you have nothing to prove to anyone. My return will not affect your life unless you want it to. I don't want any implication of me using you to curry your mother's favor. I do not fear her, I respect her, one of the few creatures, man or woman. I actually do." He waved his comment off, "forget all you thought you may know of me Zephyr, you have to but now ask, no book can recount what I lived." Again he found himself just watching the young man, "you look so much like Laelia, carry Monet's concern, and natural aptitude for the mystic like myself." He inhaled, "you said many questions, I have as long as you need."
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Aug 19, 2018 10:33:48 GMT -8
Mordred spoke with Zephyr until he decided to take his leave or wander the Carrion Lands, his home away from home. Mordred remained in the sitting area. His clasped in his lap as he thought over the exchange between himself and the young prince, his son. He had finally meet the young man and did all he could not to smile. Laelia had done a most impressive job and he could not fault her for decisions made in the child's greatest interest. Unknown he tipped his head to her respectfully.
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