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Race: Arisalonian
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Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 14:17:36 GMT -8
In the west, before the expansion of New Arisalon- the great mountains were home to the barbarian tribes. These beserkers and shamans lived in relative harmony, despite the constant struggles and conflict between the tribes. One tribe argued for peace and unity, lead by the Storm Giant, Athos.
Athos lead these people, giants of men- for nearly six hundred years. He had fostered them upon his holy mount, caring for them and protecting them from the scourge of the mountain- the twisted Duregar. These dwarves, twisted by a long period in the deepest dark of the mountains- enslaved the tribesmen when they could, until Athos and his clan brought freedom to the mountain. So, the Stormsoul Tribe was born.
They were the most friendly to the first scouts from New Arisalon, long before the establishment of the villages and Pax Sylvani. But something changed. It changed long before Trent issued the first commands for expansion, long before the Western Campaign that changed the course of New Arisalon’s proud history. The storm giant king, Athos- went missing.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 14:18:03 GMT -8
Trent had plans for the the giant who acted more or less, as god to the Stormsoul tribe. Through his teaching they harnessed the weather, to a lesser degree. They had tactical brilliance on occasion, and they understood much of the nature of magic. The half-giants among the tribe didn’t exert their power against each other- all of them loyal to their liege and sire.
Athos was legendary, said to be able to hurl boulders a distance of miles. Any expansion to the west would be impossible with Athos still among them. The Stormsoul could galvanize the many tribes, unifying them against the dueregar, as well as organize the outlying villages. The people of the north were proud- to break them would require exterior forces working in concert.
The Durergar needed to push the mountains into desperation. Athos would make that impossible.
So Trent donned a disguise of magic and artifice, and went to ensure that the tribe of Korath Man-Bane went to war. The orc tribe wasn’t large enough to cause more than a disturbance- but that disturbance would allow him to set a snare.
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Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 14:18:31 GMT -8
Trent went to the Orcs in the guise of a demon called the Maw. He inspired them to strike, and strike they did at the weakest tribe- one who acted as a buffer between the Stormsoul and their competition, a clan of totemists who called themselves the Rethgardt.
The conflict was brutal but short-, more than enough to damage the brittle buffer between the Stormsoul and the Rethgardt. Both made attempts to annex the survivors- this eventually turned to open war over the territory of the small clan. Meanwhile, Trent went to the duregar to capitalize on what he had done.
His arrival was well received, as New Arisalon had no compunctions buying from the slavers, not slaves- but materials. Precious metals and rare materials came often from the Duregar. Welcomed as a visiting noble, the leading houses of the Duregar heard his appeal.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 14:54:44 GMT -8
“Lord’s and Ladies of the Duregar, Rulers under the Mountain- Foe of Athos. I’ve come to bargain. Your services and a discount on your goods- your tradesmen, your builders, your miners, and yes- even your slaves.” Trent announced to the dark dwarves in attendance.
“ What could you bring to us to bargain with?” One of them spat.
“ Easy. Arthos the Storm King in chains. You need only provide them.” Trent said with a gesture that involved him rubbing his wrists as if in manacles.
“ I have the design. You need only fabricate it.” Trent continued to a series of incredulous voices. The Duregar had long since feared the Stormsoul tribe, even to the point of no longer enslaving the tribes.
It was the artisan, fabled among all dwarves- even those not duregar who spoke. His works approached that of the mighty Hephaestus, the Forge Saints of Moradin, and even those who worked for Tyran’s gods. His name was Baradur- and his words boomed like the hammer and anvil.
“ I will forge these fetters, just as I once forged the Black Blade of Arcanus. Make good on your promise boy, as your father made good on his.”
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 14:58:23 GMT -8
Baradur, The Forge Lord of Umbralstone  |
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 15:00:13 GMT -8
It took nearly six months to forge the great fetters. They were manacles without a chain in between them, and a collar. Five great rings of an alloy of cold iron banded with adamantine. They boasted piercing studs along the inside, and a smooth surface around the outer ring. Once locked in place, they could never be opened. The appeared and adapted to be the size of their wearer, a small as human manacles in the hands of Trent- but to Athos- they would be quite large.
There magic erased the volition of the mind, made it blank- and while those cuffs remained- that magic shifted from temporary to permanent. The very soul, the very freedom and identity of the wearer drained into the metal cuffs, collar, and anklets. Without all five, the magic failed to function. Baradur called it his most challenging alloy- unbreakable even by a god’s tools- while Trent called it his most insidious enchantment.
To even handle them, one had to have a strong conviction or risk losing a part of themselves to the spell. To rob someone of identity was no small thing. To enslave another so utterly… the Fetters of Submission were vile, and as such he would use it only as long as he must lest such magic be used on him.
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Amateur
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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 18, 2018 15:02:21 GMT -8
Trent came to the Stormsoul shortly after the war that greatly diminished both their tribe and the Rethgardt, nearly seven months later. He came as the messenger of Kronos, who had a warning for Athos who guarded his people on the mountain. The God of Time came with a warning.
“ Time grows short for your people. The Rethgardt cavort with the same demon that spurred the destruction at the hands of the Orcs. To defeat them, you must wear the regalia of Kronos so that time itself will bend to your will, just as it does for the Great Titan.”
Athos was concerned, but persuaded by the threat when he heard of great fires among the alters of the totemists, and new totems being erected in the high places.
Perhaps that was because while Trent went to Athos- the real demon, The Maw- went to the Totemists.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 15:15:45 GMT -8
While Athos received the gift from a disguised Trent, the Totemists received a different visitor as they committed their body to the rushing tide- violent place of rock and sea, salt and spray- where they burned their dead and put their ash to rest in the churning salt of the sea. The Totem Barbarians honored predators of the mountain and the ocean- so imagine their surprise when the Maw, Shrikirith came to them- emerging from the deep.
Shirkrith came with promises of new power. Of protection. Of riches, and the strength to consume the mountain tribes- even the Stormsouls. Shirkith came with his infernal blessings, warping the cheiftan with his magicks, and bestowing to them power to withstand even the coming threat from the East.
House Kaliba.
Shirkrith warped their shamans, corrupted their people, and made perverse every righteous thing. For his trouble, they eventually sacrificed many beings to the demon's ravenous hunger. First animals, then children.
For everything they gave, Shirkrith repaid with greater power. Within a two months the war with the Stormsoul tribe began anew.
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status: offline
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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 18, 2018 15:17:36 GMT -8
The Maw- an otherworldly evil- and the corruption of the Totem Barbarians.  |
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 15:25:17 GMT -8
The battles between the Stormsoul tribe and the Maw- as they identified themselves, raged for weeks before the conflicts became decidedly balanced towards the Maw. The Stormsoul tribe rallied others to their cause, but the Maw just kept growing, more demons in their number- a demonic soldier replacing their weak, their young, their infirm. When the Maw felt the mountain shifting towards the Stormsoul, they kidnapped the women and children from outlying villages- sacrificing them at the Maw’s great altar at the sea.
“Rogue” Duregar supplied them with weapons, and stronger the Maw became- lead by a chieftain who was so much more than human. He slew the first half-giant to fall, Dekar of Ironhelm- and even lead raids on the foothills of the Sacred Mount Athos.
Athos could ignore this no longer. At the floor of the great canyon, they would fight. He moved his forces to the descent and camped there- ascending to a nearby peak to meditate. When he got there, he removed the regalia of Kronos. Two bangles, two anklets, and a torc for his neck.
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Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 15:42:54 GMT -8
The Chieftain of the newly renamed- Maw Tribe  |
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 16:00:50 GMT -8
Athos placed each article on with great trepidation. Kronos was not one to give gifts without strings, and his suspicion of the Titan was right for all the wrong reasons. Once he put the torc on his neck, the illusion ceased and for an instant he felt the heavy bands upon his legs, his arms, his throat.
Then alone, upon the peak he raged- trying to remove them with all his mighty strength. He struggled against the metal, against the waves of magic that scrambled his thoughts. His desperation. His cowardice. His regret, it remained- last to be stripped as the giant soon stood there, the storm around him brewing- raging in the last defiant act of will he could make.
Trent soon came to the peak to collect him, and Athos was never seen again- save by Baradur and the rulling council.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 16:07:33 GMT -8
Athos, the Storm King  |
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Nov 18, 2018 16:08:41 GMT -8
The Duregar swore allegiance to Trent then and there, and soon had their fill of the tribes of the West, until those tribes left the mountain for war against House Kaliba. Trent promised he would take care of them, and he did- but that is another story.
Athos, warped and made mindless by the Fetters of the Thrall, knows only the commands of Trent Kaliba- his mind no longer able to be restored- the blank canvas filled only with the urgent desire to fullfill his master’s needs. A willing slave, simply because the giant has no will- Trent has kept Athos as a trump card, or a bargaining chip. These days, he awaits in a cave near the Black Sand Beach in Southwest Tyran, a place of twisted magic and forgotten lore.
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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.
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