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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:00:24 GMT -8
( From In Room Play: 11/19/18 Contributing to the Secession Story, and the building of Azramore)
In the slimming coat of a magister, he walked through the cheery little hamlet that Reign and Shelzi dwelt. His coat was a deep crimson, cut in cloth suitable for a military uniform- but held the finery in the silver buttons and cufflinks to mark him less military and more aristocratic in nature. As he proceeded through the hamlet, a young child moved in a toddling progression, his head adorned with a hat against the cold and a tailored coat insisted upon by his mother.
The blustery autumn day would soon come to an end, and this was Trent's last stop. Milhin's tasks involving no small amount of 'body-work' as he'd come to call it- had her too busy to see to young Kieran, so Trent brought him along. The child has been fussy, refused to be carried any longer- his demonic athleticism manifesting even at this age, giving him the ability to walk quite well and without tiring too much. The boy had only complained around fourteen times since they arrived.
Trent was a kind father, and explained four of those times why they couldn't just teleport in- explaining both the magical limitations, the existence of wards, and even how it is rude to shatter such wards and show up unannounced. Around the thirteenth time, Trent advised the child that Grace, his cousin- would not enjoy all this complaining and might not share her toys. At the fourteenth complaint, which was also set to include an are we there yet, and this village smells like poo, Trent had decided he liked it better when the child just cooed, cried, and summoned infernal vermin.
" Kieran, we are here. No need to continue." He said gesturing to the fenced yard out front of a modest, but well-built home that held far more secrets than any other unassuming cottage. Well.. perhaps not any other. Somewhere was bound to have something.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:01:07 GMT -8
Shelzi stepped outside, drying her hands on an apron as she watched the two figures approaching down the lane. Of course she knew who it was. Worried, she ducked her head inside the door, "Reign! Trent's here with Kieran!" Not that she'd met the family's new addition yet. Grace had, of course. Her little spider was quite the social butterfly. She jogged down the porch steps, readying herself to meet the new father and son in the yard rather than wait for them to knock on the door.
If they knocked, she'd be obligated to invite them inside. It was best if Trent did not stay that long.
Why? Even she couldn't explain it in a way that made any sense to others. He was...too much. Vague, but accurate.
"Trent, what a surprise. And this must be --"
"KIERAN!!"
There was a pop, and then a tiny redhead nearly wiped Kieran out with an overly-enthusiastic hug. Little arms barely managed to pick the boy up and spin him in a wobbly circle before plopping him back down on his feet. Grinning ear to ear, she flung herself at her uncle's leg next. "Hi Uncle Trent! Got my toy?" she asked, leaning back to beam up at the powerful wizard in full, delighted expectation.
"Grace...," Shelzi softly admonished, frowning at her daughter. "It isn't polite to demand gifts. Especially not from guests."
Grace sighed, glancing back up at Trent and performing a dramatic eyeroll.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:01:52 GMT -8
From inside his sleeve, he removed a small token- yarn knit round a small flat bell. He rang it once- his eyes lingering on young Grace, a genuine smile turning up at the edges of his lips. At the ring, the yarn unspooled from the ring forming a doll- a doll- that could 'sing' with the ringing of bells of various pitches.
Trent was the kind of Uncle who gave gifts that made noise. The design of the magical artifice was playful, not unlike the work he did under Shelzi's temple's roof. It was an indication that not all of that man was gone. His eyes met Shelzi's with a knowing stare beofre Reign came out of the house.
The older brother had put on some muscle, refined both mind and body- recovered from the years of hedonistic magic the Darklight had lead him through. He wore a five o clock shadow well, wearing a well cut tunic and breeches. " Brother." He said, admittedly surprised.
Kieran returned Grace's hug and was even kind enough to rebuke the slithering serpent that came out of the bush to interpose between the aggressor and the Black Prince.
"Gracie! I visit youse!" The young boy said as if this entire trip was his idea.
Trent looked at the children and chuckled. " Will the two of them be alright for a moment? I'd like to speak to you both. Family business."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:02:37 GMT -8
Grace rewarded Trent with a beaming smile. That toy would be used to jump scare everyone in the family before all was said and done. She tugged Trent's pant leg and motioned for him to bend down so she could whisper something in his ear. Afterwards, she took Kieran's tiny hand in her little one, the new doll's hand in her other. "Don't worry, Uncle Trent! I got him!" she answered, skipping off without giving Shelzi a chance to voice the protest clearly written on her face.
Just before she and Kieran were lost around the side of the house, she could be heard. "See? I told you last night you'd see me tomorrow. You can trust me, Kier-bear. I'm amazing like that."
Shelzi worried her bottom lip, watching the two children until they out of sight and then drifting over closer to Reign. Her dark eyes settled on Trent, wary, suspicious. She knew how powerful he was. She could still taste it. Very unsettling. "They'll be fine. Grace... Well. They will be fine." He didn't need more information than he could gather himself regarding his niece. Lilwen was already captivated by the man, and Grace adored him, too. It seemed none of her blood could easily resist the power and magic of Kaliba men.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:03:05 GMT -8
Reign nodded, Family Business- always meant something bad. The Kalibas didn't seem to know any other kind. He lead them both in, his hand assuringly running up and down the small of Shelzi's back.
Trent on the other hand, followed with ease in his steps. Reign offered tea-, Trent delclined, and both men waited for Shelzi to take a seat before they did the same around the same kitchen table.
Trent spoke before he was prompted to. "I'm leaving New Arisalon. Striking out on my own again. You know as well as I do- it is no place for Kieran." He presumed Shelzi had her own suspicions, while Reign knew enough about Milhin's genealogy to know what he was saying.
Reign waited to reply, his hand running up to stroke the stubble at his chin.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:03:42 GMT -8
Shelzi sure wasn't going to invite Trent inside. She didn't trust him, and could offer no validation why. Because he was powerful? Their whole family was. Because he was scary? Well...most of them had been that, too. No matter how much she tried to convince herself it was her...affliction...causing her unease, the feeling refused to leave her be.
She sat with grace and a habitual sweep of her hair and skirt, posture stiff and hands eventually folded in her lap. "Leaving?" she repeated, brow furrowed. A long look was given to Reign. While she held a great respect for his father and Rosewyn, much of Reign's life had been spent in conflict with his family. It was something they had in common. After all that with Camien and Rayelinna... The sisters had never been the same. She'd tried with Lyf, and then lost herself. Familial failures. Her attention shifted back to Trent.
Did he fear a repeat of Kaliba mistakes with his own son? "New Arisalon is no place for Kieran, or your family? A simple move to a new home would not have sent you here for a visit."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:05:29 GMT -8
" When you found, my brother Reign- knowing surely well that I was in preparation to defeat him.." Trent gestured towards his brother- "In what state did you find him?"
"Family is important to my Father. Control is important. Reign learned these lessons well enough, that he would agree with me, that simply moving- accomplishes nothing." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, as he put the crook of his elbow on the table and supported his head with a flat palm.
Reign nodded and spoke up. "If Trent leaves New Arisalon- the place is compromised. Laelia holds the throne. Victor and Verity are not yet prepared to aid, neither of them wizards of Trent's caliber. It will strain the economic development, the defense... The army is as loyal to him as it is to my Father. Walking away isn't ideal. So, the Family will seek to compensate. " Reign understood that. He also understood something else about that boy.... but he left it alone.
"You've come to ensure we won't act against you."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:06:35 GMT -8
Shelzi frowned, attempting to understand what the two brothers did all too well. "You really think your father will need to do anything like that in order to tame the initial unsettlement? Arc is New Arisalon." She added to Trent, "I'm not trying to take anything away from the work you've done over the years. You were the clear heir, but with Arc alive and as far as I know, healthy, it shouldn't be hard for a backward transition until Victor is of age."
None of that was wrong. Except she could sense the shared understanding passing between Reign and Trent. There was more going on beneath the surface. Once upon a time she would have known before they did.
Reign... Would your father expect us to?" They didn't fight anymore. They worked their magic, sure, it was their shared obsession and craft. But... They were living outside on the very fringes to avoid such things.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:11:23 GMT -8
" It would depend on the level of desertion. Arc's lived a long time. His journey into Hell was ill advised. It was considered short sighted by the city. A city that tore itself apart with riots, terrorissts, and more than one internal danger until Trent 'fixed' it." Reign said his tone not entirely genuine. The situation was more than enough to incite his own wariness. But he could not disagree.
" Arc would expect me to serve the family's interest." Reign said, allowing that to explain what he wouldn't put into clear words- at least not at the moment. Shelzi was not so cursed lacking clear parentage.
Trent quietly considered the two of them before speaking. " Arc may not insist. But someone would. Your return to New Arisalon may become something that he needs. I will not fault you with that. But regardless what you hear, regardless what rumor of war is whispered, or what aggression is shown.... If me and mine are in the mix- I advise you..." He paused.
"I beg you." He corrected, " Stay the f-ck out of it."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:13:23 GMT -8
She did not like his tone. Nor did she like being told what to do. When someone told you to stay out of something, it typically meant they believed your involvement could foil their success. It made her instantly suspicious.
The Kaliba family was going to split. Just like the Vargos had. She'd already lived this story and it had turned out badly for everyone. Rosewyn.. Unlike Dreanna, Rosewyn would be alive to see her husband and children fighting on different sides of the same war. It was almost too cruel.
The first line of thought belonged to her second incarnation, the second to her first. She considered this odd, duel natured present to be her third. Three natures within one woman, and none of them agreed on what the right course of action should be. Thankfully, it wasn't up to her anymore. She turned to Reign, her eyes solemn. "You know what happened to my family when we all fought on different sides. Everybody believed theirs was 'right' and the other was 'wrong.' We didn't step in during the Void nonsense, I agreed with you on that. This... Well. I am with you, no matter what you decide."
Shelzi turned back to Trent, dark eyes flashing. "To you, I say only this - Do not forget that Lilwen is my granddaughter. I respect her wish to remain distant, as I did her father's, but she is included when I refer to 'me and mine.'"
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:14:45 GMT -8
" Yes- yes. Let me encourage your continued path of sitting in this hamlet. With me, Lilwen is safe. With me, LIlwen learns magic beyond mortal reckoning. WHen her curiosity draws her to oblivion- she has a strong hand to pull her from the brink. " He looked at Shelzi unfazed by her wild eyes.
" You know how that feels, I'd wager." He said with cold inflection, before that once warm smile was employed to prove his point.
" If they are no soldiers- then there will be no war. Your continued silence on this issue, ensures it. Add to whatever noise the old man makes, and it will not be I who suffers, Nor Lilwen. Nor Milhin, and especially not my son. I'll not have him in fetters, like my brother." He said to each of them in turn.
Reign put his hand on Shelzi's knee, a firm touch but fleeting. "I hear what you say. But you ask me to allow you simply to do what you wish, with what you've stolen?" He asked but did not elaborate. He shook his head.
" I'll not let my love simply defer to me, because I have not yet made a decision. I can respect your position with the child, but to prepare for war this early? " Reign shook his head, " I don't appreciate the implied threat."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:19:20 GMT -8
Trent's verbal dagger hit its mark, and she flushed. Did Lilwen suffer in a similar manner? No... But his words implied it was likely in the future. It said much about her granddaughter, and Shelzi felt guilty for passing along the inclination. It was disturbing to have confirmation that their relationship had gone to a new level. Bad enough Trent seemed to know what Reign and she did to keep her infliction in check, worse to know that he and Lilwen (and Milhin? How did that work? No. She didn't want to know. Ugh.) shared that sort of intimacy.
She gave Reign a faint nod. His touch helped ground her, calling her mind back to the here and now. She gave Reign a faint nod. His touch helped ground her, calling her mind back to the here and now. What was it Trent had stolen? She'd missed something in their exchange. Reign's words that followed eased some of her tension. He'd heard the implied threat, too. It hadn't been just her.
"Trent... Move your family, get your distance. We did, clearly it is possible. Otherwise, why not leave New Arisalon be? Prepare if it helps you feel better, but why not give your father and mother the benefit of the doubt? What happened with Reign was a long time ago. We've all changed. Learned. Nothing good comes of family feuds. Nothing."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:22:37 GMT -8
Truth be told, he'd guessed. He knew much of Reign's previous memories, knew from the 'Darklight' how the Goddess nearly lost herself. He raided those memories before blasting the sentience of the force into oblivion. Seeing all that stood before him, there was a pang of regret that he had to be so bold.
" It isn't enough. But all the same You'll have my word. I'll not instigate anything with New Arisalon." He said to Shelzi before looking to Reign.
" You'll have to tell her this next part. She won't remember."
Trent frowned, and gave a bitter little chuckle and looked down for a moment. " I am not threatening my family. I am only saying.... you are here for a reason. " He reached out with his index and middle finger and tapped Shelzi's forehead, years of work- psionic and otherwise, ritual and more- undone in that singular instant. The point of his touch looked as though spiderwebs of darkness spread across her flesh in a chaotic pattern that flooded every synapse.
She wanted the Web. He gave it back to her. An instant of utter madness, devoid of thoughts, volitions- her own discipline. Drunk on the magic his touch provided. The instant was brief, and it brought hairs on the back of all of their necks to stand on end.
" There is nothing you have, Brother.... I cannot take. I want this for you. All you've built. Don't make me take it." And like that, he tapped Shelzi's forehead and all was right as rain. Grace had asked so nicely.
He stood up from the table. " Enjoy your holidays, you two. Kieran and I should be going."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:23:48 GMT -8
The youthful, attractive husk that housed the true being Shelzi was, went entirely still. Life faded away from her eyes, her features fell, absent of all expression. And immediately magic flooded into the room. Raw. Unguided. Undisciplined. Pure, hungry magic roaring like a looming tidal wave over the trio all qualified to give it what it wanted - purpose.
Shelzi was an addict. An addict gifted the greatest high, all the self-control and restraint she and Reign had built up over the years instantly obliterated. She loved it. Never wanted the moment to end. She could do anything, everything, to everyone. Worlds, lives, all changed with but the softest whisper and a smile...
Then it was ripped away. She slammed back into her body with a violent jerk that almost toppled her from the chair.
She curled up on herself, put her head in her hands, and dissolved into great, gulping sobs.
About that time the front door opened and Grace came skipping in with Kieran happily toddling at her side. The doll sang, dangling precariously from Grace's hand. She didn't bat an eye at her mother's uncontrollable tears. "We're back! I took Kier-bear for a ride, Uncle Trent! He got dirty." Sand slid off the brim of the boy's hat and was caught in the creases of his adorable little coat. Grace kissed the top of his head and then herded him to his father before breezing over to the other side of the table.
"It's okay, Mommy. You'll learn better this time." She kissed her mom's cheek, swung around the chair to smooch her daddy, "Love you!" and then ran off deeper into the house.(edited)
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:24:35 GMT -8
"Yes, she will Grace." Trent said with a smile, and took Kieran's hand. " Don't bother answering me, Big Brother. I know I can count on you." And with that, Trent and his son were swallowed by space, and delivered to whatever place the wizard had desired. A singing doll and a reminder of a fragile life- all that was left behind.
Reign didn't speak for the longest time, his hand smoothing over Shelzi's back before sliding up against the back of her neck.
Some would presume that this would goad Reign to action. Fearless, he'd rise up against the threat to his family. But Trent had measured him well. For his family, he would've done anything. His family. Shelzi. Grace.
At the power the Magister displayed, Reign knew without a shadow of a doubt what the proper words would be in the face of this situation.
F-ck Arc.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:26:31 GMT -8
Shelzi leaned sideways into Reign, her chair sliding seemingly of its own accord across the distance and smacking against the side of his just as she turned further into his chest. Magic. She sobbed into his tunic, desperately clutching the fabric in both hands. After tasting all that lovely power again she couldn't resist using it. Just that little bit.
And she hated herself for it. Hated being the burden. Hated that Trent had known how to break her and that he'd done it. Easily.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so... Reign..."
It had been so easy.
Grace played with her doll in her room, humming along as her new friend "danced" into a doll house that she'd told Lilwen she wanted last week.
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:27:48 GMT -8
" Shhh. There is nothing to apologize for." Reign said with a sigh. " Instead, let us remember what he can do. I have no desire to replace him in my Father's forces. Let them work it out. The fact he came tells me that Trent would prefer to avoid any conflict.... as for his plans, I can't say I have as much trust in them. "
" Three things are certain. One. It isn't our business." He'd not burden her with words about his lost powers, nor worry her with any other assertions. It wasn't time for that. Instead, he put his lips to her temple.
" Two. Trent is neither possessed, nor is he all the way gone." He knew what evil looked like. Trent fit the bill. but it was a kind of evil that the world made on it's own. He as not insane or corrupted, not out of control. He was motivated still by reasonable, rational, urges.
"Three. You need to speak to Lilwen."
Four. Their time had passed. It went unsaid but was known by them both. "Go check on Grace. I'll prepare downstairs. " He said giving her a kiss to her cheek.
" I love you."
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Dec 23, 2018 13:29:59 GMT -8
As he spoke, Shelzi calmed. His voice put the whole mess into perspective for her. He was right. They came here to stay out of worldly affairs. She was too dangerous, too unpredictable, and he was the only person she'd entrust with the weapon she'd become. It wasn't all bad. Theirs was a humble, but fulfilling life. They fought for it, earned it, and in truth... Heavens, Hells, and Gods alike help anyone who tried to take that from them. Trent hadn't taken it, but he'd shown them he could.
"I love you, too," she returned, nuzzling into him briefly before forcing herself to move. As usual, the magic left her in a dazed and floating state, the urge to use it riding her hard as she went about helping Grace get ready for bed. The little spider had already taken a bath, probably in the People's Palace, or Riverview, one could only guess. It was part of this new, fierce independence their daughter had started to develop. She didn't need help taking a bath. Or combing her hair. Or changing her clothes. But she did let Shelzi scoop her up, tickle her, and tuck her into bed.
"Good night, darling. I love you."
"Love you too, Mommy! Don't forget to shut the door!"
Shelzi even managed a grin as she pulled the door closed. Grace was going to take off somewhere else before the night ended. There was no stopping her without developing some kind of magical cage, and both she and Reign would slay anyone who tried to do it.
She left Grace snug in her bed, secure that she would be fine. With an eerie hum, she floated through the house and into the basement. To Reign.
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