Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 3, 2018 11:57:22 GMT -8
Arc walked up the steps that lead to the entrance of the Black Spire, a tower his son had erected during his stay in Hell. He had to discuss a few things candidly- and Trent had returned from the field only long enough to see his lover and son and once more research the weapons and nature of the Void.
The Void didn’t frighten him as much as it should. He knew Laelia would present a strong defense, and the rest of Tyran seemed at the very least amenable to working ‘around’ if not with each other. The Void King would be locked away, defeated- sure. But that did not mean that threats to the land would not remain.
He proceeded through the once pushing past the doors and passing the golems who stood still in watching him. The sophisticated defenses ignored him, at least for now. Arc knew how fickle a mage can be with his tower. How fickle a son can be with his father. The Tower seemed to recognize him, and against the dark walls of the halls he walked a slight sheen seemed to travel across the surface- leading him down, below the Tower’s main entrance level and to the holds below. After some time, he came to a hall that boasted all the tools someone would use for metallurgy, alchemy, and other sciences. His son, carefully working with a spear not even cleaned of his other son’s blood.
Arc used to be proud of seeing his son, the Archmage doing his thing. It was now a warning, subtle but insistent.
“ Hello, Trent.”
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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 Nov 3, 2018 12:05:34 GMT -8
Trent had been studying the void for weaks- having trapped the energy of several void blasts in one of his temporal stasis fields. What it did was prolong the existence of a thing by sealing it outside of time and space- so these blasts from the void beasts, or even the energy and tainted substance from other encounters had been preserved. He had found that the Void acted as a kind of mutagenic compound, it didn’t just consume- it altered. It proliferated through corruption, similar to the original Darklight energy- before it was refined.
This corruption however wasn’t psychic primarily, but instead physical. It gave him pause to consider the applications of such a thing. Oddly enough, the spear that had nearly slain his brother was not laced or charged with any such energy. Instead, the spear seemed utterly resilient to the void. This held promise. But he’d need more time.
It was not a good time to disturb him, even though the Spire- seemingly alive at times- had long since warned him of his Father’s approach. The man moved slowly as if it deceived anyone of the warrior that remained. Arisalonians often grew stronger with age, as the animating forces within them began to evolve and adapt even in the closed system of their blood and organs. Laelia was as strong now as she had ever been, she would no doubt one day be stronger. The same was true for the Twins- more so perhaps due to their unique blood.
Even Reign- once rival and now footnote, was growing stronger- something he would need to address when time permitted.
“ Father.” Came the words, succinct, but -almost- warm. No other word was wasted as he leafed through the pages of a thick tome, soon applying new forces to the spear to test it’s qualities.
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Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 3, 2018 12:10:24 GMT -8
“I’ve received reports from the front. Including yours. I trust you’ve checked in on Victor?” Arc almost winced as his own tone. Why was it that he treated his children like soldiers?
*Because they are.* The answer was not what he wanted in that moment. Instead, he knew that he had forced them to be. In Trent had beat the heart of a poet before he had left. His love for Sylvanna, for his mother, for his family- his idealization of the world. All of it. He once worked with wood and stone, with earth. Now in this black tower, all sign of the boy he had thought needed more discipline- had disappeared.
Trent the boy would’ve wanted his father back. Trent the man, seemed to be inconvenienced by a return that he himself engineered.
He didn’t wait for an answer, the question he had decided in retrospect was rhetorical. “ What do you think our chances are, what will casualties look like?”
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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 Nov 3, 2018 12:15:21 GMT -8
Trent stopped what he was doing, the lecturing tone of the ‘General’ was more than enough to distract him currently from his work.
“ Victor has his sister, and her ‘cuddle healing.’ “ Trent said derisively, shaking his head. “ He is not a soldier under my command in the field, and I have other responsibilities. But if you must know… I did pluck this out of his gut.” he said gesturing to the spear, his tone laden with venom if only for a moment before he glanced down at the floor.
“Sorry I snapped. I just…” he shook his head dismissing his own appology and the reasoning for it.
“ Casualties will be high among the rank and file- our elite should survive for the most part. Half of the lads Victor had with him perished, but the rest have joined up with my forces. Victor continues to recover. I think…. You should consider taking the field.”
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Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 3, 2018 12:24:43 GMT -8
Arc had almost missed the defiance. It was better than the cold calculation that rested behind the eyes of Trent, the son who had been born to him when he held the role as Cosmic Arbiter, the Judge, the God who held the scales. Temples remained in the hidden places of the world, quiet places. But for all the grandeur of it, he should of been smart enough to keep his seed until his time had ended.
Being a demigod was to be cursed with strong emotions, with madness, with power that can blind. Arc knew the weight it had. He also knew the palpable dread Trent kept at bay, he knew the power that flexed underneath his son’s frame, the way his mind was shielded, partitioned, as if it was all compartmentalized and wrapped in razorwire.
“ My son, we cannot put all of our resources into the Capital. I know how much you would prefer I be there, but if I am- then who is here? Victor, Verity, Laelia, and yourself. All marshalling to protect the capital, to protect the Land. You are honoring the old words. The oaths. That is enough. But if I leave- it would leave us stretched too thin.”
Arc paused for a moment, his shoulders dropping as he moved to sit in a plush chair near one of the many work stations. “I could join the battle, if I recalled you. At least until your research bears fruit.”
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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 Nov 3, 2018 12:33:10 GMT -8
“ Reach out to Genesis. “ Trent said with a nod. “ Between he and I, we will have no problem keeping order and defense here.” His father was being flexible. That was new. Hell must’ve humbled him, or the light he carried still clung to some corner of his soul.
“ You should go see Victor with your own eyes. He took a beating but… I do not know if his issues are physical. He was in a state of delirum at one point, and his fiery new fiance- if that is what she is- doesn’t seem to help matters.” Trent looked for a moment actually visibily concerned, which wasn’t rare- just...not seen by those not named Milhin or Rosewyn. Trent had emotions. He just also knew his position did not allow them to weigh on him.
“ I think the light that suffuses his body, and Verity’s mind- I think it is liable to demand things of them. Not unlike Reign’s earlier possesion. The forces that conspired behind their birth- beyond you and mother….” he said with a smirk, “ They are not faceless, not without their own wants and needs.”
Trent sat down across from his father, and took a long inhale and exhale before shaking his head. “ But you didn’t come to me for that, or any other analysis. What do you require, Father?”
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Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 19:16:24 GMT -8
Arc sighed. It was something age brought on, even if your bones didn’t get weak and your flesh didn’t fail. Men were not meant to live this long, the reality of this was one of the reasons the Arisalonian’s failed as a people. When the strongest and most talented were selected to share in the Emperor’s immortality- it created a unsustainable caste system- the best in brightest never improving out of necessity, and those who rose to challenge them in talent remained beneath them. What would Reign be- if Arc had the grace and good sense to die? What would Trent be, if he had never returned? How long had Laelia taken to emerge? Did she do so because of his self-imposed absence?
“ I will go to the field. That problem will solve itself. The Void Threat will not persist. What I wanted to ask you, is why did you deploy an abomination like Imirikon in the south? “ He posed the question with a patient tone, as if he wanted an explanation and was not simply throwing an accusation.
“Before you deny it- know that I understand the power you took from Reign far more than he did. I understand your sway over abominations and that which lingers in the Multiverse. No one else ‘could’ do what you did- “ He said with a frown.
“ The Volcano erupted. It killed countless indigenous people. Explain yourself.”
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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 Nov 17, 2018 19:22:56 GMT -8
Trent’s spine went a bit stiff. He had not honestly expected his father to be so direct. He knew that unleashing Imirikon would draw attention to those attuned, but he had underestimated his Father’s senses as a demigod who was once tasked with defending Tyran from the unseen. He hung his head for a moment, his lips turning up in a small smirk.
“ Father, I did not detonate that volcano. I didn’t do a thing save take advantage of a situation. It isn’t like I landed on the nearby black beach and slaughtered one thousand prisoners just to make offering to a god.” Trent spat the last part back, his eyes moving to his father.
“ The old histories don’t talk about what you did to become Guardian of the Temple of Misery. They don’t talk about what you did as the General of Hell. They don’t talk about the blood stained black sand beach… a beach not far from the Volcano in question. Your sins mark that land. Even as a god- you blighted it because it reminds you….That you were never the hero of this land’s story. For all the heroics you’ve done since Rosewyn, you know the truth. “
Trent stood up, hands pushed into the pockets of his slacks as he paced to the other side of the table. He looked over his shoulder at Arc and said the last part pointedly as any spear, any arrow.
“You liked the dark. It was so much easier working in the dark.”
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Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 19:35:52 GMT -8
Arc could not deny it. So he didn’t. Why couldn’t he of ensured the demigod blood passed to Laelia instead of Trent? Why couldn’t he of done as Rosewyn wished, and given the child a better upbringing? Damn. These regrets, these thoughts couldn’t help now. So instead, Arc dug in his heels and continued on the ‘assault.’
“ You summoned that much power and didn’t even save those people? Son… I surveyed the scene. You didn’t even try to help them. You ensured their death. I know I did horrible things. But that is no excuse for you continuing the tradition. Imirikon created a stable ‘leak.’ A flow of the Far Realm into Tyran. You’ve corrupted space and time in that place. For what purpose? To build a new tower? To leave New Arisalon after working so hard to keep it growing?”
Arc moved to the other side of the table getting up quickly and putting his hand on his son’s shoulder.
“ Talk to me. Why? Raise your son here. Where he can have help, where his Mother’s influence won’t warp his sensibilities. Where your mother and I can ensure he grows up wise and under control.”
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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 Nov 17, 2018 19:44:16 GMT -8
At the touch at his shoulder, Trent shrugged violently and whirled about- his palm splaying flat against Arc's chest and exploding with arcane force that would shatter a human's ribcage. Wherever Arc landed, Trent knew it would take more than that to injure his father.
Trent loomed over the scene, his shadow stretching to fill the room in a glowering darkness. " I've seen what under control looks like!" Boomed his voice, reminding his Father how the last 'child' he had that didn't act like the others was treated.
" You raised me to hate him. And so I hated him. You know I took it from him, to ensure the family couldn't be threatened- so no one would take from me again." The shadow warped around him, the darkness so different than Reign's, so much more potent- almost virulent as if it squeezed the air from lungs and left them with nothing but entropic cancer to inhale.
" But I remember what was done to him. The bangles that sealed away his magic. The safeguards you put even on my power, safeguards it took Milhin to remove. You will never have -our son- under control."
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Adventurer
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Arc
Race: Arisalonian, Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early forties, with the look of a man who may never exhaust his peak.
Clan/Family: Patriarch of House Kaliba
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Post by Arcanus Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 20:02:31 GMT -8
Arc hadn’t been expecting that, and was hurled across the room, his back bent outward as arms went forward- he crashed through the table which was driven into splinters at the point of impact. It broke his movement, and left him on the floor amdist the shards of the table. He tried to get up as he felt the inky blackness almost cause him to sink a bit in the floor that had been solid. Looking up at his son, he knew the difference.
The Darklight Codex was an imperfect amalgamation of vestiges and scraps from old gods. So volatile, so primordial, it didn’t ‘fit’ with its host. It had its own persona, its own agenda. It warped a host, corrupted those around the host in hopes of cultivating another host. Even the ancient sources of power clashed in a paradoxical fusion of energy. But now, it was pure- the intellect of it destroyed or suppressed. The Darkness was so deep, an endless Black. Reign had taken the Codex because the Emperor’s Dream had commanded it. He took it, and he sealed it, and if Trent had not been raised to ‘counter’ his brother, he would’ve kept it until death.
But that hadn’t happened. Trent had created something with Reign’s old power that was new but timeless. Something that grew even now. He had felt it in his grandchild. The Black. Arcanus did not feel fear, as his son spoke… but he did feel the pangs and finally the crushing weight of guilt and sorrow.
Trent was the son he deserved.
“ Milhin did not remove safeguards. She only inspired you to be as twisted as she. You may of reformed her, but what has she done…” Arc for a moment felt it hard to breath, the darkness was stifling.
“To you.”
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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 Nov 17, 2018 20:26:45 GMT -8
“ She did what Rosewyn did for you. She showed me my true self. Showed me the world as it is.” With that the darkness broke and the room was clearly lit.
“ Leave this place, we have nothing to discuss further. Out or respect Father, I will leave New Arisalon when the void is dealt with.” With that, the Black Spire expelled his Father out, allowing no further conversation as Arc would find himself outside the sealed door of the tower.
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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.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
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current events
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Joshua
Shelzi
Storyteller/Trent
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credits
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