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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:05:37 GMT -8
For the establishment of a not yet named location- Kieran had been settled down for the evening, and though he would likely awaken during the night to be fed, he was currently sleeping peacefully. Or at least as peacefully as the demonic child could muster. Sipping at a glass of red wine, Milhin gazed down at her infant son and already could see his nightly companions creep and slither in from the nooks and crannies of the room to nest with him and keep him safe. Thankfully, his companions recognized her as 'mama' and knew not to harm the giver of sustenance. What an interesting experience motherhood was turning out to be. She had never even wanted to eat her child. Not even once.
After tucking Kieran's blanket snuggly around him, she slipped out of the nursery with a slow and wandering gait. With the Void business having ended, so did her enamorato's need to travel back and forth to and from the Capitol. He had been able to witness their son's quirks for himself. Idly she wondered what place a child with such demonic traits would have in House Kaliba. He was a child now, innocent of sin, but once he grew, what would become of him then? Would he be accepted in the otherwise relatively human family? Or would he subtly be made an outcast? Trent's study of the Spear of the Gods and its composition had been a diversion, a distraction at first- but the ability to create similar weaponry had become a goal. While it was fitting to his purposes at present for Victor to bear the weapon, he had to make sure other magical weapons could match its destructive power. As such, he'd spent much of the day working on that, but not with the vigor of usual. Instead, he was keen to enjoy a little more coffee and stick close to where his son and enamorata were.
The Grey Goddess would require his attention. Technically, his channeling of the Black made him a warlock as much as a wizard, and as such he was duty bound to answer... eventually. Milhin too- had he own reasons to make the journey... but it was neither one of those reasons that had him distracted as he returned from the lab into the sanctum he shared with Milhin. Slipping behind her as she watched their boy sleep, his arms slid around her waist, fingertips heavy with their touch and intent before lacing with each other just below her navel.
His lips brushed the raised curve of her ear, " He's beautiful. Like his mother." Came the whisper.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:06:11 GMT -8
Her mouth curved into a slow smile as she felt the presence approach from behind her. Milhin's arms covered Trent's and her head leaned back against his shoulder whilst he whispered into her ear. "I wonder if he will enjoy such flattery as much as I do." She remarked. For a brief moment her smile faltered. "I wonder other things as well." Her voice softened. "I wonder if he will be accepted for who and what he is once he is no longer an infant and 'innocent'. Will your family accept a child so blatantly inhuman?
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:06:45 GMT -8
" We will not take the risk. " He said with a surprising confidence, as if this thought was long ago considered. Under his breath, he said the words- and like ripples across a pond- space distorted, delivering them to their bedroom, he had no desire for the divination fires to disturb him. Enough was going on in the world to annoy him.
The heavy silks that made up the paritions of the space swayed lightly in the ambient air, disturbed by their sudden appearance. The massive four post bed was made, never by the two of them but by the unseen forces that inhabited the Spire to serve the two powerful magi and their bouncing baby hellspawn.
" I believe they will attempt to. But...such powers evidently are beyond the norm. Rosewyn may come to reject him once deeds come to light, but my Father may distance himself ahead of time. We cannot presume it will always be best to remain here. Some distance...is just what I'm arranging for."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:08:19 GMT -8
Milhin blinked not once as Trent conveyed them to their bedroom, so familiar was the sensation. Slowly she nodded in agreement. "Eventually their tolerance for his nature will fade. They will not understand him as we do. Or they will understand him and shun him because of it. Even your mother's forgiving nature can only be pressed so far."
"I have always known there would come a time when we would leave your family home. I am thankful for the time that your family has welcomed me. But I cannot, with all honestly, believe they would welcome Kieran if he continues the trend he seems to be following."
"Distance may be for the best. What do you have in mind?"
" The Volcano was sight of a battle between my and the Void Spawn. It indeed detonated, but it's lava flow- and the magic I wrenched both from the planet, and from the demise of the Void Spawn- was....well suited for my own special purposes. While it's no 'Carrion land" he said with some distaste, " It is a place where our son would be nutured. Where we could live in peace, virtually unassailable. We could there... build something in line with our desires."
He had plans for New Arisalon at one point. But now... he could see his Father's existence, and his other children would make that impossible. Eventually.... his ruse would have to end.
So too, would many lives.
" This land will be different than Talos... Based on the last words, Sylvie's spirit gave me in wisdom. A place for greatness to thrive. Our son's greatness. Our greatness. And those with the strength to bend the weak to their purpose."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:08:38 GMT -8
Milhin smiled widely as Trent explained the origins of the new location where they would eventually make their new home. "I do like the sound of that." She crooned, petting his forearm with her fingers. Sylvie's name uttered in memory did not make her sad. Instead, it made her happy to know that Sylvie had blessed them in her own way. She had known the sight of Enchante when Trent had brought it back home. Milhin could never have a use for the staff, it's magic was such that a necromancer could never use it. Opposing schools and all that. But perhaps one of their future children might.
"I look forward to building such a home with you, Enamorato. I want to live in a place where our son is not scorned, but praised and encouraged to embrace his nature. To use his talents wisely, but to never fear them. And like-minded people to surround us, and him, to help him grow."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:09:15 GMT -8
Trent nodded, watching her move within their room. " What we will require to accomplish it- isn't the land. I've been able to ensure the site will work perfectly for us- and the Spire- I can raise there just as tree from a seed. The place will suit his needs. Our needs. But beyond that... we much work to establish the civilization around it. With your undead forces- and those set to defect.... we can defend ourselves. But other things will need to be done. "
" New Arisalon was built by a god. People do not recognize it now, but in truth- Arcanus did much of the magical heavy lifting when empowered by the entity. We will need similar assistance. I think it is time we present ourself to this Grey Goddess." He said with a slightly tentative tone. They were no villians, not publically- but Trent was dangerously aware of his predilictions and what horrors he had embraced to make his world.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:10:09 GMT -8
Civilization. yes, she supposed that was important. Though they did not have an enchantress with the ability to draw in the masses like they'd had before. But perhaps with the evolution of their 'guild', they could acquire something just as effective.
Her brow furrowed slightly. "I suppose we must." Milhin said reluctantly. "I have no desire to ever make myself beholden to a deity again. But perhaps there is something to be gained by ensuring we are noticed."
" I agree. But we may find ourselves of like mind with this Gray Goddess. I think she may actually understand something about this world the previous god did not. Besides...our son while not beholden- is no doubt destined for darkness. I would not have him alienated. " He said with a small amount of concern.
He unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside on a nearby dresser. "Kieran's quirks. His power. It will require more than us to guide it responsibly. The Black is in him. As much as it is in me. Without the guiding persona of it, it seems to replicate." He said this with the same tone as a confession. He had not expected this force to do that. He, like many before him, had underestimated darkness.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:11:03 GMT -8
"No doubt, indeed." Milhin nodded with agreement. "It will do us no harm to scout this new Goddess and take her measure under the guise of introducing our son to the temple." She set her fingers to the many tiny buttons on her gown, leaving herself in a deep burgundy slip. Once she hung the gown in the wardrobe, she moved back to Trent, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Yes, he will need friends of like minds and like abilities. People who understand him. We cannot be all that he knows. That is how people like the madwoman Milhin LeNoir are created." Her tone was not self depreciative. Only expressing an understanding of the consequences of such an upbringing.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:12:49 GMT -8
Taken From Room play with Lilwen Nickleby:
His plans of secession were maturing, just like the talents and reputation of his apprentice. Lilwen Nickleby in his opinion was already superior to her ancestors, save one in particular. She was cunning but not half as ruthless as the world might've made her otherwise. Her work had inspired him in light of Sylvanna's advice. Young Kieran would need people like Lilwen- and so would the next phase of his project. The concerns of his lover were wise, he could not blindly remain in New Arisalon as Kieran's infernal powers continued to develop.
That was not the only thing to be discussed at this point... but it was perhaps worthwhile to test those waters. For that reason and more he had invited his student to decompress in the Sanctum. His son, held in one arm on his lap, Trent awaited her upon the couch filled with pillows and throws for Milhin's fickle comfort, his feet up on an ottoman that was a broad square in front of the dominant piece of furniture in the room. The Flames soared higher than normal tonight, casting the room in a relaxing but warn glow. Next to him was spread a few ledgers and one freshly pressed tome.
KIeran cooed fascinated at the fire while bouncing lightly on his father's lap.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:13:30 GMT -8
Lilwen breezed in, high of spirits. The healers performed their magic and other than some minor, lingering soreness she was a picture of good health. Her magic channels were still painfully raw, but also expanded. That one, final night was the equivalent of a decade of training for the average mage - and Lilwen was much better than that. There was a new level of potential there she'd get to fill up with skill very soon.
Honestly, life was...great. It wasn't often one got to say that. The enemies had been defeated, she had played a significant role and accomplished what needed accomplished at the time. Not alone, of course. Not close to it. She'd been a small cog in the Victory Machine. That humble fact took nothing away from her confidence, though. Her green eyes lit up with warmth and pure pleasure as Trent and Kieran came into sight. With a wide smile and a wave she greeted them both as she crossed the room. The good mood was reflected in the lightweight dress she'd chosen to wear, modestly cut with a scalloped neckline echoed at the sleeves and hem, the rich green linen flattered her toned, slender figure while celebrating the whimsy of youth.
After taking a seat on the ottoman beside Trent's feet, Lilwen leaned forward for the perfunctory oooh, aaahs, and play with the baby. Her favorite with him was a silly game she'd privately dubbed 'Chase Wen's Finger.' After a couple minutes of successfully dodging slobbery grabs, she laughed softly and flashed Trent a not-really-apologetic grin. "I get near him and I just can't help myself." Her smile softened. "You both looked so comfortable when I came in, I would have felt bad for intruding if I hadn't got the message you wanted to see me."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:13:45 GMT -8
Kieran looked at Wen as she was affectionately called by the child who should not be half as verbal as he was. His eyes, an intense and thoughtful stare locked on Lilwen's finger as it trailed to the right and left, and though he cooed, Lilwen would feel the delicate pressure of eight well spaced legs carry something up the back of her calf.
Trent rebuked Kieran gently, " Son. She's a friend." He said as he indicated the scorpoion about the size of a man's hand crawling with stinger poised. The vermin was of black carapace, a burning venom and drawn from it's hiding place under the ottoman.
The child giggled at Wen and nodded, "Friend! Wen. Friend-Wen." The scorpion remained unless removed, but did not sting or move forward for a long moment- and then if she did not remove it it vacated, and went back under the ottoman.
" Sorry about that, Lilwen. Kieran's pets have shown up in the most surprising of places- " he continued dryly, " Until it has become no surprise at all..."
Kiean little lungs expelled air and sound furiously and with exultant joy. "PETS!"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:14:04 GMT -8
Lilwen didn't touch the scorpion. If asked why, she would be able to argue the benefits of allowing Kieran to maintain control of his...pets. It was a learning opportunity. She was a huge advocate of learning, after all. It would be a good argument, full of passion, and not ever would she admit it had a thing to do with not wanting to touch the crusty bug. Her lips quirked as she waved it off, "No need to apologize, just a bad time to select a dress instead of my usual pants."
This was another reason why life was fantastic. Being allowed to be...this. Welcomed like family, able to have a position in the literal inner Sanctum of Trent and Milhin's life. Kieran was a fascinating little tike, and she had been easily wrapped around his little finger. There was very little about her current situation that she'd change if she could.
She smiled at the boy, letting him finally catch her finger. Hopefully he wouldn't break it. Her attention shifted towards Trent, but she kept tabs on that finger, too. "You both have your hands full with this one, but I can't think of anyone else better equipped to handle it. Parenthood seems to agree with you both."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:14:18 GMT -8
" Daddy's little demon." He said with a sardonic smirk that soon softened to gentle affection. For a moment, it was perhaps more chilling that Trent had people close to him than the opposite. He was known among his family as being calculating more so even than his Father. The idea that he had children, meant that there was now a deeper cause within him. The world would soon find that out soon enough.
" Yes, I wanted to see you." He said skipping back to her previous comment. Kieran left his father's lap easily once he got her finger, and insisted Lilwen pick him up- his method of insistence wasn't crying or grunting, but her name. Said about six times. "Wen. Wennn. Wen. Wen. Wen-Wen!"
Trent ignored the outburst at the moment, and put his hand on Lilwen's knee for a brief moment affectionately. "I know I told you when I retrieved you- but you did well. I am glad you understood my advice. I hypothesized by cutting off the Void King's method for power, he'd flee instead of face the Keybearers."
Trent was more than satisfied that his contributions had been the job of putting pieces across the board. Trent while very capable, didn't like exposing himself- didn't like getting his hands dirty. His dominant performance as a magic duelist had even been under an assumed name. Trent did not require glory. It was one of the great distinctions between himself and the rest of his family.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:14:41 GMT -8
"Persistence trumps patience," she muttered with no little amusement, already scooping the little demon up and settling him with a newly acquired proficiency on her lap. Lil pulled her dark hair around and in front of the opposite shoulder, less accessible to Kieran's murderous grip. She smiled tenderly at Trent, melting a bit on the inside at the one-two-punch of his hand on her knee and his praise. Trent's approval wasn't the rising and setting of the sun for her, she wasn't that pathetic. It did rank close, though.
"It was a timely intervention; I never would have thought I could do it. After I heard you, I knew to at least try. I don't think I've properly thanked you for that. Victor and I would both likely be dead right now if it wasn't for you."
She absently swayed side to side, snuggling Kieran and lightly kissing the top of his head before looking back up to his father. "I wouldn't have made it out of the Void itself, though, without Victor. I owe you both. Now..." She grinned a little. "You did not call me here to pat me on the shoulder." Her eyes searched his face for clues, the good mood taking its first downward step. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:15:21 GMT -8
At the top of Kieran's head, there was a crown of blond hair approaching white, and as lips brushed, the kid squirmed, the bony knot of horns that would come in before too long. His demonic physique was destined to be more pronounced than his mother's. " No, not dead. Just... less successful. The Void King would've been locked away by different measures. More lives lost. Wasteful. " He said considerably lacking in the sentimentality behind his interference.
" The victory at the Shattered Tree will be a crowning achievement for the Fae of the Hollow, the last action of Tyr's Temple of Evil, a grand campaign for Baracus... To say nothing of Victor's part in the recon and the marshalling of forces. Your magic will elevate you in the eyes of people. All of those who fought, will see themselves with new eyes. Such is the prize found in victory. It came hard fought and well deserved. " He had no problem or issue with those he mentioned and those he did not. All pieces. All valuable at some time or another.
" I called you here, to inform you of a project I've been pursuing. The magical strain it will put on me will be significant. I will need you close at hand if opportunists were to find out."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:15:44 GMT -8
She was inwardly amused at how casually he waved aside her praise and gratitude. He didn't need it. He was supremely self-confident. It was part of who he was. As she bobbed her head, listening, growing less and less worried about a new, looming doom, she continued rocking the boy. His demonic side didn't bother her...even she knew it should. After Elyn first hinted at concern over Trent and what he'd accomplish in the future, Lil had exercised both logic and objectivity mentally toying with if there was a reason for her worries. There was. Trent was able to separate emotion from the equation, and do what needed done to achieve a successful solution.
Evil genius plus demonic lover equals...Kieran. The future could easily be in danger from their progeny. But she refused to judge someone on potential alone.
His last words shocked her still and put a halt to her swaying. This was a significant moment. Asking her to stand over him while he was vulnerable and guard his back... Her mind whirled, dazed and momentarily trapped in a mad attempt to dig up words to identify the emotion sizzling through her. She might even cry about it later, when safely alone. "Trent..." She swallowed thickly and firmed up her words. "Of course I will. I'll help however you need. Are you expecting interference?" What was this new project, then? And...who did he think was going to oppose?
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:16:21 GMT -8
" Expect, no. Prepare for? Always. " Came the response with a cold tone that seemed disturbed by something that was not in the room. " My Father disapproves of the method employed in securing the land. And it is only a matter of time before House Kaliba passes judgement another of its sons." He said gesturing to his boy.
"Reign only did what was asked of him by the Emperor. For it- he was ostracized, when not ostracized, hunted. When not hunted, enslaved. They will not touch my boy." No flowery speech, no erudite elocution. It was simple how he felt. A father, who wanted some place safe for his son.
" New Arisalon believes in but one measure of greatness. I can appreciate it. Support it. But it will soon be too small for my family, and for my future endeavors. As such, I will leave, and the Black Spire will come with me."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:16:36 GMT -8
For a single moment, everything went still. The whole moment, locked in stasis in her mind by what was both said and unsaid. Lilwen needed that moment. It demanded the shifting of some very solid, stable ideals she'd held close for a number of years. Trent was preparing for more than one fight, at least one if not more of those with members of his own family. A family that had taken her in, made her feel as if she belonged, cared for, wanted. She loved the Kalibas... Perhaps Reign least of all, but this moment painted him a clear victim of prejudice. And he was right. She agreed, she just didn't want to. The main reason was admittedly childish and petty - Reign was with her grandmother, and Lil was not a fan. As always, Trent's mere presence dictated she reassess, reexamine, reconsider.
Her arms tightened around Kieran. He was a baby. The thought that a tiny being that has been on the Earth no longer than a few months already suffering that sort of preconceived bias was abhorrent. Every child deserved to feel loved. Important. Safe. Especially with family. Surely the Kalibas wouldn't... Except Trent was right. They already did.
The moment broke. Lil blinked, and restarted the swaying, her green eyes brimming. She just told herself she didn't judge off of potential alone. But what about past, established behavior? She sat up straighter. Where she was concerned, the path was clear. She'd already committed herself. "I cannot protect you if I am not there. What and by when do I need to pack?"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:16:57 GMT -8
" I knew I could depend on you." he said with a faint smile. He looked for a moment almost pained. The reality of his situation wasn't lost on him, and he did in fact love his mother- his father, his brothers and sisters. But the writing on the wall was clear. And he had no reason to change course now. With Arc's rescue from Hell- the accounts were cleared. He owed them nothing.
His father and mother gave him life. He had returned the favor. They gave him wealth, he had multiplied it. They gave him security, he had given them power.
Nothing would 'control' his son. His lover. Or even, his Apprentice. " Bring him." he said as he gestured for her to follow to some open space. " I'll take us to our new home. Show you what all must be done."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:17:17 GMT -8
"Of course." She stood, shifting Kieran easily to her hip before follow Trent wherever he wanted to take her. Lilwen didn't need to hear further validation. Ultimately, her feelings towards the rest of Trent's family would remain unchanged until his suspicions proved true. But Trent was doing exactly what she believed a good parent, a real parent, ought to do. He was protecting his son. He was doing what he personally felt he had to for Kieran's benefit. Any decent person would approve, she certainly did.
As much as she felt she owed his family, she owed Trent more. He'd helped make her into what she was. What she left home in order to be. She'd twined her future in his a long time ago with wide open eyes.
So she smiled when she stepped beside him, and gave him a small nod that not only marked her ready, but said a great many deeper, more emotional things beside. He'd know. He always did.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:17:42 GMT -8
Trent's magic of teleportation was always a bit disorienting visually, even if he never seemed quite out of place. Lilwen had once correctly presumed that Trent's skill at divination gave him a glipse of where he was going before he appeared, giving him the ability to prepare himself physically. Trent's demigod blood gave him the unique ability to activate many magical effects without a formal ' invocation' or spell. Magic just replied to his whim, and while not without limit- it gave the illusion of more power than he really had. It was not that he was more skilled than say a Mordred or Valerian- but it was that he did more with less- so when he did invoke further power, it was often overwhelming to unprepared combatants.
In truth, it was almost a riddle that there was something Trent couldn't do without protection for his recovery. Then when space twisted and rippled, contorted and brought them to the location of their new lives- Trent solved the riddle for her. The place.. in a word, was beautiful. Magic woven in the very air, toxic to most- and the two of them only protected from the vapor of aether and sulfur by a swirling circle of purifying air that emanated from Trent via one of the many tokens hidden on his person.
The place had been the site of a battle between two immense behemoths. A void spawn and something else. The place felt deep, like a natural ley line centered within the jagged peaks of a mountain- a volcano that had been splintered and fragmented by the eruption. Lava flows were not orange, but blue- azure rivers of aether, the crystaline mineral known to house magical power, important in the use of magic items and their construction. The ground was full of fissures casting that ghostly radiance. Black sands marked a nearby beach, while the entire landscape seemed a mess of twisted stone and vegetation struggling to grow in places, and overgrown and mutated in others.
The land seemed, alien- but somehow..mutable. As if magic could make reality. " Welcome to my project. Working title... Olympus. I won't keep it, I understand how it must sound." he said with a dry expression that turned into a grin.
Kieran was there only a moment, before a serpent came slithering out from under a stone- following close at hand.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:18:06 GMT -8
Lilwen sucked in a hissing breath, a sensual shiver of abundant magic rippling through her body. Her laugh held a faint shrill note, genuine amusement mixed with excitement, wonder, and an almost drunken appreciation for potential. She spun in a slow circle, taking it all in with all her senses. "Easily defendable, and the magic..." That followed with a low whistle.
"Trent...where are we?"
There was a harsh beauty to their surroundings she thought suited Milhin and Kieran very well. Dark, raw, dangerous. If she didn't know better one could easily believe they were standing on one of the many levels of Hell. She'd wager it wouldn't appear on any map, either.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:18:56 GMT -8
" The handiwork of the Void Spawn. It attacked here in hopes of detonating the volcano. It's location along the leylines would've caused a cataclysm that would've endangered even the capital." He said, a faint amusement rising at her dreamy smile at the flow of mana in the area, and the low whistle at it's potential.
" I permitted it to succeed. But I directed the flow of magical energies. I used an Old One too warp the space within the area, containing the blast. The villages nearby were annihilated- that could not be helped. But my action nullified much of the intended consequence. Also- it allowed me to prepare a place that would best host my family and those who would escape societies judgement in their research, art, and lives. It was the wish of Sylvanna...my first love, to create such a place. Where greatness is fostered and allowed to flourish."
" The area is a nexus as well as a ley line. Here, I can wrench enough power to not only plant the "seed" of the Spire- but in time create a city that would rival New Arisalon. The magic is deep. And it is mine. While it is rough now, once the Spire is here, I can begin to form it as we need it. Farmlands. Fresh water. Creation without limits."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:19:19 GMT -8
Her heart melted at the mention of Sylvanna. His first love...yes. Of course she knew the tragic tale. Never would she compare her feelings to his for Sylvanna. But if something was to happen to him, or Milhin, Kieran... Lilwen hurt for him and Milhin both at the loss. As she listened, she bounced Kieran on her hip and took another look around, absently nodding. "Mold it like clay to be everything you want and need. It's very you," she added, flashing him a playful grin before going back to admiring.
She should have been more disturbed by the number of innocent people who died for Trent to have this place, and for it to be so perfect. And maybe she shouldn't have bought his explanation that easily. It made sense to her, though. More than that were going to die if he did nothing, so at least he did something productive. Maybe her grandmother would have done it differently at one point in time, thrown herself into the volcano as a sacrifice or some other foolish, martyr act. That only made Lilwen more appreciative for the fact that Trent valued his life, and how important him living was for those who loved him.
Twisted logic? Maybe?
"When you say it's yours...?" She tilted her head. "Will I be able to tap into it when here? Or only you?" She wanted to play, too.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:19:40 GMT -8
" Am I that possessive?" he said, the phrase quite twisted and laden with innuendo. " While my joining, and particular powers will amplify my status as a Demigod- I will ensure you've methods to do just that. The Spire will act as a tool to work with some...predictability, the chaos of the Far Realm makes this possible. If you touch it too long... you will surely go mad." He said the warning without the gravity one would expect. The Far Realm was a place Trent physically visited often. When he was away on business- it was literally to barter with evils that had names stripped from all record- to admire to work of mind flayers and aboleths, to ponder the mysteries of Ry'leh.
Trent feared nothing in the Abyss, because the maddening void was understood. He did not lecture her when she sought to do the same... but he was aware of her limits. As a good teacher, he pressed against them and when that became dangerous- he was there to protect her. It was a duty he respected.
" Those of my designated cabal will be able to tap into the strength of this place. But no other. "
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:20:01 GMT -8
She greeted his twisted innuendo with a quiet, knowing chuckle. That question was rhetoric. Of course he was that possessive. She rather enjoyed it.
Lil nodded easily regarding the Spire's risks. The Void held similar dangers, especially for her given she possessed the ability to channel both void energy, and its direct, opposing magic in the light. Merging those guaranteed death. Made the rule not to do that hard to forget.
"Keyed only to you and yours," she said, belatedly referring to his earlier significant quip. She met his eyes, lips curved into a small, playful grin. It was as close as she got to flirting. Unable to look him directly in the eyes for long, she turned her attention to the babe, lifting Kieran and beaming up at him. "And what do you think of this, little demon? Do you approve of your new future home?"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:21:26 GMT -8
Kieran seemed distracted at the snake that had coiled at their feet. He cooed at the serpent, before looking to Lilwen. " home." He nodded, his eyes taking inventory of Lilwen's smile for an unnatural moment before doing the same and letting out a long yawn. Even hellspawn had bedtimes.
" Yes, keyed to me and mine. I can't help but say my searching for Sapphire Vargo inspired me. Camien did not have the resources I have, and he did a similar thing to the Carrion lands far to the east. It was easy enough to see the possibilities. The Vargos have unchecked ambition often put in the wrong direction." he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
" Planting the Spire on solid ground will be easy- but creating the land I wish to use will be hard. Without the Spire to guide my efforts, it will take a great exhaustion of Will. I think I will set it upon the plateau approaching the peak of the mountain. Cliche?"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:22:14 GMT -8
Her expression softened as she settled Kieran in her arms, holding him close to her chest. There was a special sort of magic in the act of holding a child like this. She was not immune.
"Cliche?" Pursing her lips, she followed his gaze upward. "Nah," she decided with a shake of her head. "Cliche would be if you built it on the peak. Creating a dramatic backdrop is just good aesthetics. Nicely intimidating, too. You won't have only a home, you'll have a fortress." Which is what he needed to protect his lover and child from his own family...so he believed. "It won't be an easy task, but..."
She looked at him, hoping he'd see the truth as well as hear it. "I'll help however I can, Trent. Whatever you need... I'm always willing. You and your family are important to me." She didn't want to go too far, it's all that kept her from adding she loved them, they were her family, too.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 17, 2018 21:28:04 GMT -8
" Thank you, Lilwen. Let's go back. He needs his sleep, and I need to continue preparations. If lucky, I'll be able to pull Milhin from the catacombs. " Trent whisked them back to New Arisalon.
The quiet confidence of the wizard swelled if only for a moment at the consideration of his handiwork, not only with creating fertile ground for his future plans, but the loyalty and love given to him by his prized pupil. A wizard needs an apprentice...
Putting his son to bed, tucked in tight- and soon joined by the hidden friends that seemed ever watchful of their 'prince', Good magician Trent, went to find his lover and their bed. With any luck, they'd visit the goddess tomorrow.
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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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