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 Sept 27, 2018 16:49:41 GMT -8
The night had been all one could’ve dreamed. The morning, well it had been a bit of a nightmare. As Verity and Raylinn went to check in at the castle, Victor torn between memory and the desire to forget ran his hands over the leather bound journal his mother had given to him before his departure for the western front. Two years. Three. It was a blur in length, but not in events.
He had come to the Raven Islands to pursue the legendary Lethea- a beast within the deep places known to be able to wipe memories away. The beast was a threat, sure- but it had existed long enough without their interference and the Island had not suffered for it.
Instead, he’d suffer those memories best he could. With Raylinn and Verity set to return with him, he realized he should return to the mainland. The minor spell, whispering wind- was employed at the window to inform his sister Verity, they’d be returning to New Arisalon soon, when both of the ladies were ready. He’d expect they’d loiter for a while, besides the ship wouldn’t be ready to leave on a single day turnaround.
As he waited away the morning- he did something he didn’t expect. He got a nice stock of mead from below, and he opened the journal. Like one would read any book- he started on the first page.
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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 Sept 27, 2018 16:50:37 GMT -8
October 3rd
Three weeks ago, my brother Trent overuled previous decisions to keep me from the expeditionary force heading to the west. While the commission is as an officer in the recon division, particularly due to my training in riding the aerial calvary, I’m excited. Nepotism had little to do with it for once. I was requested by Commander Aereolas and while I would’ve preferred a job in standard infantry, this allows me to get the hell out of this city.
Laelia had the advantage of joining the army when Father was alive. She was given no special treatment beyond the initial equipment and the wealth of training Father insisted she had. She was not held back from promotion, nor assignment. It was a different life for her. For myself (and Verity) we see our mother’s inclination to protect us and our brother’s supremacy act as insulation, as somethat stalls our progress.
The fact that Trent ensured I was able to leave for the front is something I won’t forget, regardless his motivations for it. I’ve taken patrols of the area during my three weeks of preparation, and I only have my goodbyes to say before I leave to support the central colony, our foothold in the westward expansion.
Mother and I have already had our dinner, the same with Verity. She is unhappy, but kind enough to be happy for me. I know soon she needs to get out in the world, but with her gift it is best she matures.
I need to speak with Kerrigan, to say nothing of Raylinn. Between the two of them, I feel that my departure could only exacerbate whatever turmoil exists between us. Kerrigan doesn’t ‘belong’ here, but neither does MIlhin LeNoir. There is good in her, if only she takes the time to find it.
Raylinn, I dare not write about here, lest the book catch fire.
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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 Sept 27, 2018 16:51:15 GMT -8
October 4th
Raylinn might be the most insufferable brat I’ve ever met. Kerrigan only knows how to be antagonistic. And I?
I am obviously a fool.
Kerrigan insulted Raylinn, and I used to the ‘Kaliba’ way of thinking, did not defend her. Instead, I waited for Raylinn to defend herself. Which- she kind of did, by essentially unchecking her tongue and rambling off every insult she could muster.
Kerrigan, being a righteous bitch put Raylinn on her heels, and in all honesty I was an idiot to not put an end to it sooner. Raylinn, no doubt will probably leave New Arisalon soon- it’s safe to say neither one of us particularly want to see the other.
On the bright side, Kerrigan intends to join me at the front at some point. A witch could be useful amidst the barbarians, but I can’t help but think Kerrigan is a fleeting friend. Unlike, Raylinn- who in my foolishness, I may of permanently alienated. She has been a good friend up to now, though irritating. I should’ve done more to ensure she remained. All the same… I leave day after tomorrow. Perhaps she will remain, if only because of Laelia’s training. It is simply something that I”ll have to see to later.
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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 Sept 29, 2018 9:51:00 GMT -8
October 5th
I’ve received my first briefing on our orders for the first week of operations. I’m to extent perimeter patrols to forty miles of the central colony, a colony named Pax Slyva. The colony is populated currently by over five hundred traders, hunters, trappers, farmers, laborers, and anyone who thinks taming the west is a good idea. Small homesteads, villages, and even a town or two exist beyond Pax Sylva, and it is expected that most will join the expansion efforts and be assimilated into New Arisalon.
We were given a bold speech from Vargas, who made clear that my father’s dream did not end with a city, but with a nation with sovereign borders, the rule of law, and prosperous environs. He said, opportunity was in short supply for those who did not have the power of Tyran’s ancient magics. This world was not something Arcanus Kaliba wanted. He wanted a world where a farmer could find noble satisfaction in his work, a smith need not come from the dwarven halls, and a soldier not come from the lineage of demons or angels.
I am often confused about the Arc of history, and the Arc of propaganda. I know my Father did some ruthless things, but I also know he was as much trickster as he was warrior. I know that he sacrificed himself for family..beyond his own family. But to hear Vargas, a man who knew him better than most- I wonder if he wasn’t all of these men that people say…
I am proud to carry his name, and proud to bear his legacy to the West. While it should be routine, it will be a good six month assignment.
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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 Sept 29, 2018 9:51:24 GMT -8
October 6th
The flight was uneventful. Solarion has taken head of the pecking order among the rest of the mounts, he being a full griffin- he has no issue leading the hippogriffs- to say nothing of his celestial heritage. In the open sky, we fly faster- sure of our dominion. While it was a ‘boring’ flight, in that nothing occured… It reminded me that I was free. No high fortress walls. No garrison between me and the outside world. No lessons.
It was time to take all I’ve learned and apply it. Sure this assignment is a far cry from the military operations my sister undertook, and I doubt I’ll be fighting any great evils- but it is an assignment.
We landed in Pax Sylva at three in the afternoon, and we were given our quarters. My unit is garrisoned in an old inn that’s been retrofitted for the use of the recon team- if only because it has a solid roof that’s been converted as a base for a watch tower- as well as nesting for a few of the hippogriffs. The tavern is stout and stone, and already three levels. It was no doubt an old baron’s hold in the old lands- but time has erased any indication of who he was.
Solarion refuses of course to bed down directly within the city, and lairs not far off at the cliffs which overlook the Western approach.
Tomorrow I’m taking a flight to establish the new routes for patrols before the rangers do the same. I think the day after, I’ll actually make out for the nearest village, a place named Gronash- the village is said to be lead by a druid of some power, but is having problems with a orc band a bit to the south. With any luck, decimating the orcs will earn the village’s loyalty.
At this rate, I won’t draw my sword more than once a month outside of training.
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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 Sept 29, 2018 9:57:18 GMT -8
October 8th
Gronash received us with open arms. Apparently, the druid- a half elf woman called Clover, has been there for several years, and recently has felt great disturbances across the land. We immediately thought she was referring to us, but under clarification she suspects something west ward could be stirring. Despite this, she accepted our aid in diverting the orc warband to the south.
Tonight we were formally received by the village, feasted with the elders and the druid- and also were blessed by some ritual of the old faith. It was a hospitable reception, one only possible because of Clover’s past experience with my sister and the legions.
Apparently, she had been in dire straits as a child, in which her village was nearly torn apart by a rampaging horde- a horde stopped in its tracks by House Kaliba’s third legion. As I’ve been taught before, there is something to be said for consistency.
Tomorrow morning we move to approach the south where the Orc camp will be less inclined due to the sunlight. Rangers have always located the target. We’ll attack from a bluff as the travel through a shaded pass and corral them into the high noon sun. Simple enough.
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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 Sept 29, 2018 10:00:31 GMT -8
![]()  Clover Witherton, Druid of the Old Green and leader of Gronash, a village of three hundred. |
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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 Sept 29, 2018 10:13:39 GMT -8
October 9th
Something isn’t right.
Our ambush on the orcs turned into a massacre quickly. The orcs couldn’t turn their flank, so our elevated archers completely neutered there potential offense when we came storming into the pass. When I crashed into their ranks, they obviously tried to defend themselves from the offense- but what my armor didn’t turn aside, I found no issue avoiding. They were clumsy, drained even by the sunlight, and they were too used to fighting barbarians clad in furs that they couldn’t adapt to hard steel.
They call me Orc Slayer now, a very uncreative nickname. I slew twenty six, including the war bands leader who couldn’t or wouldn’t escape with the dregs that we didn’t pursue. The rangers would push them further out- if not eliminate the rest.
The warband leader held a magical falchion- no matter how many times we’ve tried to wash the blade it seems awash with some oily residue along the blade.
But that isn’t why I’m writing. We’ve stopped to rest, and we’ve sent a ranger back ahead to inform Gronash of our success. We’re camping, with low light and fire- on the bluff we made our assault from. We can see miles further west along the southern lane. Far in the distance, beyond our vision- but well within Solarion’s there is are thick plumes of smoke.
I reported to our commander, but he told us it is beyond our current area of operations. He’d get a recon team tasked when they could. I was told to “enjoy our victory.”
A massacre is never a victory...and I don’t think the orcs are the only ones who’ve suffered today.
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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 Sept 29, 2018 10:31:26 GMT -8
October 10th
We’ve made it back to Gronash, but we are leaving very early in the morning. Our commander has tasked recon to check out the location Solarion and I reported, but apparently two other sites have been reported. The distances mark days away- but we set out hippogriffs and riders to investigate. If these are attacks, it confirms our worst case scenario. One of the mountain tribes hasn’t just come down from the mountain, they’ve started ‘unifying’ tribes against our presence.
If they are unifying through violence, they should be easy to defeat, but it also means far too many lives will be lost in the meantime. So much for not drawing my sword. In truth, I am a bit excited about the development, but wisdom warns me to carefully consider the fact that three sites hit in the same twenty four hours, speaks of a large group- far larger than the legion sent to see to this supposedly peaceful assimilation.
Clover has thanked us, but our Commander has not warned her of the potential groups beyond the orcs. We’ve had words, in as much that I questioned his retecence to answer, and he questioned if I wanted to go back home.
While I can’t say it out loud, I’m quite sure the commander is going to get some of these people killed.
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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 Nov 2, 2018 6:19:05 GMT -8
October 13th
We’ve made progress to establishing perimeter away from Gronash. It looks like my worries have been exaggerated. Yesterday we met up with a group of sixty who had burned a small village to the north of Gronash. It could’ve been a difficult battle if they assaulted our camp, but still- these barbarians lack any kind of defensive instinct. Falling on the ruins of the village in the night, our raid was supported by aerial assault in conjunction with our infantry charge.
The Barbarians while dedicated to their cause, lack the discipline to not fall to fear when their numbers are crushed. Only a dozen or so mounted any real resistance, lead by a man we took prisoner if only due to his potency in battle. The warrior’s name is Gar, and he claims he’s been chosen by the Maw to consume our hearts.
He’s absolutely charming.
Commander Aerolaus considers the man a harmless fanatic. I consider him a warrior who killed six centurions before we thinned his ranks enough for me to get in and subdue him.
Once again, out here- I become less and less impressed with the mighty Arisalonian legion. I’ll see what I can get out of Gar in the meantime, before the Commander orders he be tortured or executed.
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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 Nov 3, 2018 9:33:47 GMT -8
Oct 14
We’ve found survivors from the raid lead by Gar, broke off a small detachment to escort them to Pax Sylvana. Gar still breathes until we move our main group back towards Gronash. We had an interesting discussion this morning as he educated me on exactly what the “Maw” is.
Apparently the Maw is a demonic force their shamans met two decades ago. The Maw used to be ignored by their tribe, apparently a demonic entity that slipped out of hell during the Shaitan Incident, the same incident that claimed my Father. My mother insists he isn’t dead, that Hell has no real threat against Arc Kaliba- but that is a subject better discussed at another time.
The Maw isn’t this nebulous thing, but a demon that embodies gluttony, greed, consumption. Oddly enough, the shamans turned to the Maw when it became evident that we were expanding...saying that if the ‘free folk of the mountain’ didn’t consume the lowlands, then the Arisalonian’s will.
Far be it from me to correct him. Gar isn’t wrong. But that’s where things get weird. For two decades, the Maw cult has grown- but has also greatly increased their numbers the old fahsioned way- procreation. This horde has the capacity to be massive- far more than the scattered warbands. Our intelligence is flawed, because our scouts never really engaged the mountain barbarians, never recognized they lived in the vast cave structures.
Commander Aerolaus thinks it’s very interesting- but the culture of such imbeciles is hardly the means to beat them. I’m beginning to wonder why Aerolaus asked for 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 Nov 3, 2018 9:34:13 GMT -8
Oct 15
Gar attempted to bite out the throat of Commander Aerolaus last night. He was summarily executed despite my objections. Gar had value, he was a ‘evangelist’ of his cause, and would’ve told us much more if we but listened.
We are rendezvousing with another force in Gronash in two days once we finish the perimeter. I’ll be flying ahead to meet them. It’s a small militia force made up of some of the low land hunters and natives. We are supposed to help them fortify Gronash in case of further attacks. I should be there by the 17th. I’m looking forward to seeing Clover. Our last discussion was enjoyable. She views the world in such a primal way, I think I could come to enjoy such simplicity. She reminds me of Kerrigan, my personal taboo- my guilty pleasure. She lacks her cutting wit or cruelty, but there something about her that rings the same.
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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 Nov 3, 2018 9:41:48 GMT -8
Oct 16
Late this afternoon I was given leave to begin my approach to Gronash. I’ve taken a moment to jot down my thoughts before I leave, and while Solarion takes his time from his own flight. Other griffins are more tame, but Solarion insists upon doing his own thing if I insist of keeping him from the Celestial Plane.
Solarion is a gift. The only piece of my Father I really have. He was supposed to be Trent’s mount, but Trent preferred his drakes, preferred his magic. This didn’t surprise my father, supposedly. So Solarion remained in the heavens where he was bred- a servant and herald of a god that has now fallen- and resides dead or alive in Hell.
Solarion is everything a rider would want in a mount, but he’s also still so wild- so intent on hunting, so intent on flying free. He never travels long with the group unless I ride him. We are linked, well enough that my summoning is enough to bring him coming- but I can’t send him back to the Celestial planes at the distance he often stays. He likes Tyran- the place- not the people, and he hates when I dismiss him back to the heavens. So I don’t… unless he’s in danger- and most often- that is never the case.
Anyway, we ran into a group of mercenaries, only twenty or so. Said they were under the command of Calidus Thane who had been hired to support our operations by Trent Kaliba. I’m a little surprised, but pleasantly so. They were put together well, and while they were heading to another village along the perimeter, we broke bread with them. Calidus is a traditional Arisalonian name. Who knows if he knows Genesis or anyone else….
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