Heavenly Dreams- Lessons from Wrath
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 7, 2018 15:23:20 GMT -8
Despite his social status, Victor insisted against sleeping in the castle. Instead, he slept in the encampment with the rest of the forces who technically had no official unit. Arc had been firm in not admitting him in the general Arisalonian war group, despite his sister being put in a wall defense unit of mages. Victor’s stunt was reckless, and while the intel had been useful- it had cost lives he did not have the right to risk.
Victor mourned those in his own way- the mounted knights of the 5th were prepared for such sacrifice and would’ve simply ignored his orders if he had called them back. Victor had a way of making soldiers reckless, a way of turning brave men bold. His service in the western campaign had made heroes of many men and women who currently dotted the ranks of the greater army of New Arisalon. Victor had made sure to tell their families during his one day return home, and as usual dispense, with the soldier’s pension and their sword if recovered.
For his insubordination, Victor would no doubt be stripped of rank at the end of the Void King conflict- but he could live with that. Victor was a soldier in another army. Another war. As he found slumber on his cot in the barracks, this belief- given to him by Sinead and her stroke of lightning- was affirmed as he stood before his as of yet named Tutor, a being seemingly composed of the storm.
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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 7, 2018 15:37:17 GMT -8
 The entity was more force and presence than tangible even in this place. His dream was a grassy field set between a long line of pillars on either side. Each pillar was rough-hewn, but seemed to be made of streaked granite, in which the streaks contained some odd azure geode. From within the pillars there seem to be a light that pulsed almost like a heartbeat in constant slow rhythm. “ Welcome, Kid.” The Celestial said before shrugging where his shoulder pauldrons were, (one could not see shoulders) “This is the Alucinor Celestia. We’ll train mostly here- as you’ve got to sleep and in the dream state time is less a thing, and more a construct only strictly enforce-” “ Okay. I get that. I’m no mage, but I get your plot. What I didn’t catch is your name.” Victor interrupted, taking a glance at his hands and feet. Usually, a dream had a complicated synthesis of movement, of visual acuity. Usually, you scarcely remembered it, but this felt vivid. “ I’m Wrath. Technically the Angel of Wrath. Like- God’s Wrath. Well, not G-o-d, but the Light rather. And you shouldn’t interrupt me. I get cross.” The voice of Wrath was discordant in that last moment but otherwise sounded like a chorus of harmonies speaking as one. It was unnerving that even in his head he sounded like that. “ Alright. Well- I’m Vic-” “ Kid, I know your name. We knew your name before you were a speck in your Daddy’s eye. We knew you before the light faded- before it was passed to your Dad, and before it returned stronger than ever with Sinead again.” Wrath seemed to get excited at the recollection of recent history. “ Point is Kid, this is all destiny. You’ve always got a choice. But you know what the right thing is. I’m here to make sure you’ve got the knowledge and the drive to actually DO the right thing. “ Victor stood there for a moment and nodded, thoughtfully he went to form words, but then shook his head. “ I thought Wrath was one of the deadly sins?” |
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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 7, 2018 15:49:25 GMT -8
“ Well Wrath as humans experience, sure. It’s full of things like fear, full of things like blood lust. A drive to consume and destroy, a desire to subjugate others with your rage. Yeah, Wrath is one of the Seven Deadly Sins. But…. well, the Wrath as the Light experiences it? The Wrath of the Gods? The Wrath of the Prime Source when things fall out of order? I’m that. When the world grows a little too dark for a little too long… I show up. “ Wrath said with some pride in the statement.
Victor nodded slowly.
“ Even your father knew the importance of some wrath now and then. The world was full of decadence, a bunch of anthropomorphic animals just screwing each other all the time. Seriously. Wish I was joking. When he was god of the grey, he unleashed a storm that was catastrophic in scope- simply because it had been too long since the planet had scourged itself.” Wrath shifted back gesturing to the field. “ You ready to get started?
“ Alright. I get you. So what do you want to teach me?”
“Something complex. You need to get around a little faster than Solarion- so let’s teach you how to ride lightning.”
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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 7, 2018 16:10:35 GMT -8
“ Do you know the top speed of a lightning bolt, Kid?” Wrath asked, the flow of energy that made his ‘arms’ seemed to accelerate and agitate violently. The pulse of the light in those pillars seemed to quicken.
“Uh, not exactly?” Victor replied a bit dumbfounded a bit iritated. Ride lightning? Sounded dangerous.
“ 224,000 miles per hour. Covers 3700 miles in a second. One Xenothrin Dragon. It’s how your school children count seconds right?” Wrath shrugged. “ Teleportation might be out of reach for you magically. Practically it’s a hard spell to master, and it’s the kind of thing that would leave you beat. But lightning travel is literally written in your blood. Light put it there long before the lightning strike. But you’ve got to do it.” Wrath explained, his voice suddenly much more soft.
“ You’ve got to feel the ambient energy. Feel it in the ground, feel it in the air, feel it reaching into the sky. You’ve got to feel it in every direction. And you’ve got to keep that awareness going as you travel. This isn’t teleportation. You don’t just envision a place and get there. You’re traveling faster than the eyes can follow. Eventually- you’ll have the reflexes and wherewithal to evade attacks, to move with such tremendous speed and power- but never at the speed of this traversing technique.” Wrath explained, his gesture pointing to the pillar further away.
“Go over there. Feel the electricity between these points- the ambient, potential energy in every particle. Feel the electricity in your body, the storm rising from your bones, your blood. “
Victor looked at him incredulously. “Like...just right now?”
“ Yup, right now. Just like summoning the light. Just a little different. Suck it up, buttercup. I’m not one of your girlfriends. I don’t want to spend all night on one thing.”
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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 7, 2018 16:20:58 GMT -8
“Okay. Fine. Don’t have to be so pushy.” Victor said with a scowl before setting his sight to the pillar. It looked tall, atleast 40 feet into the air it stretched, and at least one hundred yards from his current position.
Wrath shrugged at Victor’s complaint. “ Don’t blame me. I only really do pushy.” The embodiment of purging devastation said.
Victor took a long moment to collect himself, and to his surprise he felt a crackling energy tickleing his scalp until it curved down behind his head and down his spine. He felt it sting his fingertips like thousands of needles, and yet none of them hurt. The manifestation of power was violent arcs of power, small and inconsequential traveling around the surface of his body. With a narrowing of his eyes, he visualized him traveling a straight line up and out to the top of the pillar.
Victor shot off like a bolt, literally. He felt his body entirely discorporate- suddenly transmuting himself and even his clothes into a streak of lightning that lunged forward at 3700 miles a second, before it arced fifty yards forward and delivered Victor, body in all into the grass and dirt face first.
“ Come back here and do it again.” Wrath said, unsurprised.
Victor pushed himself up after spiting out some blood- that he hoped wasn’t going to be on his pillow when he woke up, (it would be) and went to do it again. Failure sucked. But that was freakin awesome.
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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 7, 2018 16:42:28 GMT -8
“ Trial 126. Give it a shot. Breathe it in kid, and make it to that pillar. “
Battered from multiple crashes, he was only standing because around trial 62 he learned how to land on his feet- if not stop. He could feel the repeated trips beginning to open something up in him, a kind of sense that continued even when his eyes stopped being physical things.
He couldn’t see, on trials 1-30. He lost himself in the sudden rush of speed, and while he was moving at ridiculous velocity, he felt as if he were simply sprinting- no...jumping. Victor was frustrated, but he let out a slow steadying breath. Last jump he had climbed nearly 60 feet, only to stop short- he needed the distance.
He took another deep breath, the ache in his lungs from the burnt ozone and repeated exertions ignored, and once more went off like a bolt.
Wrath was proud of this one. Last person he’d been assigned to had been a guardian who never even heard him calling to him. Guy thought he could do it all. This Kaliba was different. I mean, Wrath knew he was going to over shot the pillar and plummet about one hundred and twenty yards away from fifty feet up. But he’s a demigod. And it’s a dream. Kid will hae to deal.
*THUD*
“ Do it again kid.”
And that is how Victor Kaliba learned how to ride the lightning.
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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 7, 2018 16:48:45 GMT -8
Victor woke up in the morning, feeling like a new man. I mean he also felt like he'd had his face arranged by the ground repeatedly, and he certainly felt like these dreams were more like nightmares. After a quiet morning with anxious troops, he got away long enough to try his new powers outside of the cruel construction of his dreams. It felt like he could go about two hundred yards reliably- but it was hard to hit a specific point that far out. He couldn't use it say to dodge a sword swing- it took too much focus- and he couldn't use it to launch a reliable attack. Honestly- he was having trouble 'phasing' back in, to wherever he was.
He learned the hard way that his normal armor interfered greatly with the process- and once he found himself leaving it behind- and scorching his tabbard. One particularly embarassing time he burned up his breeches and shirt, but that had been practicing in Laelia's war room for short distances.
Working through most of the day, he felt confident he could push harder in his dreams tonight. He was able to travel only fractions of a second, but if he could get to just one second, One Xenothrin Dragon- he'd be able to cover the entire continent. It'd take time. Sure... but if he could just span the city in a moment....
The idea of it all was intoxicating. Power was dangerous. It corrupted. But this, a gift... a birthright from the Light? He could trust it.
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