Kiljaedon, tale of the man and his monster. « Thread Started on Aug 16, 2009, 2:10pm »
The world of Sosaria, born and bred from the realm of Britannia and forever shattered into its limitless fragments all because of a maddening wizard and an Avatar not of this world.
Kiljaedon scratches his chin as he wipes the sweat from his brow noticing the ragged beard forming again from his three days of almost solid study in the confines of his personal library. He mutters a few thoughts of hygene to himself as he wipes his dry eyes and cleans the soot from his wire frame glasses.
This odd mage once known as the shunned outcast who supported a madman walks down the hall from his study desk to tidy himself up a bit. During the menial task of hygene his mind wonders back to the day that his life went to ruin and hell became his only calling.
At a young age of 8 the child known as Kiljaedon was raised in a family of well to do magus's from the isle of Magnicia. He would always take trips with his father to Moonglow to attend his courses over the study of magery at the grand Academia. The bright and shining jewel of study for the endowered arts of Magery.
As his teacher/father would go over the finer points of teleportation and conjuration of fire and basic elements the mind of young Kiljaedon would always wonder ahead to the second class of his day which was under the brilliant summoner of Relvinian. It was not magic in itself that seemed to bring Kiljaedon alive but the creatures who's life was dependent upon magic itself that was always one of the startling questions of this young magus in training.
As his class ended he hurriedly shuffled his books together and clamoured out of his writing desk and chair and straighten out his brown student robes and started to walk to the class of Relvinian. His father intercepted him at the door and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Son, I would like you to skip your other class today as I we are to having a meeting with whom you will be apprenticed too" his father told Kiljaedon. Kiljaedon just sighed and nodded to his father. They went to the office of Kiljaedon's father and there to his astonishment was the dark haired man whom was teaching his next class grinning at him. Relvinian the animator which was the title given to him by the other magus's of the Academia's ruling council. Beside him was a much more eldery man with long white hair and bushy eye brows. The eldery Magus known as Grandmaster Luthior nodded to Kiljaedon as he cleared his throat. "So young one. I hear that you have a keen mind when it comes to manipulating creatures of magic eh? I heard you actually had a imp as your familiar fully trained and controlled by your own abilities by the age of 9 is that true." Kiljaedon could not bring any words to speak so he just nodded solemnly as if he was about to be punished.
Grandmaster Luthior just nodded and looked at Relvinian who's eyes narrowed and he in turned spoke out. "I have known that your latent talent would bring you to me as destiny made it as clear as the sky is to rise by the brightness of the sun. I have been talking with my other comrades and we have agreed if you wish it to be that you will be tutored under me." That was the first day of the end of his life that Kiljaedon wish he could turn around and undo. At a young age of 12 he would forever be associated with one of the most Mad magus's of the entire history of Britannia.
Just a mere 3 years later Kiljaedon had finished his training under the enigmatic Relvinian and obtained the rank of Grand Master Magus at the age of 15 and would be intregal in his studies to learn to manipulate the strings that had woven life to the mythic beasts of the demonic kind. And by the mere age of 18 would be the catastrophic event that ruined his life as he was associated with the mad magus of Relvinian. The daemons would lose the will tied to them by the arcane masters and would run amok in the streets of Britain causing mahem and destruction. By the time the event was over 25 people was slain by the demonic creatures including 7 children. A riot would break out against Relvinian and he would flee Britain to create his own safe haven away from the people and the family of Kiljaedon would end up killed in the flames of anger that spun from the out of control mob looking for someone associated with the magus to blame.
Grandmaster Luthior managed to quail the mobs but before it would happen they would turn to blood lust and the family of Kiljaedon would be the victims that would be the target of the mobs atrocious retribution. His entire family burned alive by the mob looking for Kiljaedon whom was hiding in fear of his own life at the house of Luthior.
Grandmaster Luthior would try to raise Kiljaedon the best he could but within a year of the burning of his family he would leave the old man never to return again. He started out on his own and in secret would reveal that during his training under Relvinian would turn to Earth Science as a much more beloved subject but feared scrutiny from his superiors if they found his learning of alchemy, and tinkering as his passion along with the biology of creatures of magic.
So with his 10 years of training in Earth Science Kiljaedon would become an alchemist in Nujelm away from anyone who would know his face and became a doctor under the royalty of Nujelm's paradise isle. His fortune would mound as nobles and others of luxury would seek him for his remedies until he was able to afford his own dwellings and build a lab near Trisnic's fabled hidden valley where the story would next turn too.
Re: Kiljaedon, tale of the man and his monster. « Reply #1 on Aug 31, 2009, 8:12am »
As the pragmatic philosopher of the Vesper Museam Lord Montendale once said, "magic is the problem and answer to all of man kind's troubles". Aye to that statement Kiljaedon thought bleakly as he was shuffling through his documents at his Nujelm apartment.
Kiljaedon looks over at his mechanical clock and notes that he is late for his house call with the High Trade Inspector Taron of Nujelm dock authorities. He mutters to himself as he grabs the the created concotion that was agreed upon for the personal use of the Trade Inspector. If this is not delivered to him on time then Kiljaedon could kiss his special supplies to be shipped to his lab in Nujelm goodbye.
He quickly glanced at the silver rune beside his bag even though he forsaked the use of magic he just made look of course no one was paying attention outside his office. He flared ups his nostrils in discomfort as he brought to his lips the words that he tried his hardest to avoid using and quickly muttered,"Kal Ort Por". The silver rune flashes to life as he is surronded by an ethereal fog and a flash of light later he finds himside in a back alley looking over the peer to the dock of the Trade Inspector main headquarters. He quickly composes himself and shuffles about to the main walkway leading up to the Trade Port Authority. After quickly passing through security and the administration he headed to his destination which was the office of the High Inspector. Taron was behind his desk as always buried in the paperwork of his office. He raises an eyebrow and noting the sundial out on his office porch descreetly indicating that my appointment was near to being late. Kiljaedon just nods and pulls the flask out of his leather travel bag and small brown wrapping out of his blue robes and sets them on the table.
Taron focuses his gaze upon the objects and moves aside a stack of paperwork and takes the two objects in his hand. "So is this what you have promised me magister. Will I be able to place this upon him and he will be under the effects for the day?". Kiljaedon nods at Taron and clears his throat. "Aye. That will do the job you had contacted me about. But I am not a magister. I am a doctor and man of science I wish you would be more accurate about." Inspector Taron rolls his eyes at the man in blue robes and sneers. "I do not care if you are the damn Sorceress Minax herself as long as this does as you say it will." I need the captain asleep long enough to search and see if my property was swindled from Buccaneers Den. If the Justice's from Britain find that I have been smuggling stolen goods from Vesper then I will be ruined Kilj." Kiljaedon just nods. "I know that or you would not have come to me with this secrecy. I need to know that you will be able to smuggle in the goods that I need for my project without your trade inspectors confiscating it." Taron places the objects in one of his desk drawers and clasps his hands together as he stands up. "You are a dangerous man sometimes Kiljaedon but you have been a reliabe ally since coming here and your goods will be brought to your normal drop off point." The Trade Inspector motioned that it was time for this meeting to end and Kiljaedon quickly takes the rune in hand before uttering the words to take him back to his work of practice.
By the end of the week Kiljaedon was quickly losing his patience for the promised goods to be delivered to him from the Trade Inspectors hired smugglers. Kiljaedon walks out of his shop with keys in hand to close and lock the alchemy and doctor shop when a hooded man approaches him covered in a heavy mantle and cloak. Kiljaedon turns around as he locks his door to see a badge indicating an associate of the trade Inspector briefly flash from his hand before placing it back in the folds of his cloak. Kiljaedon starts to open his mouth but the shrouded man just motions for him to follow. They walk through the back alleyways as the lights flare up on the light posts indicating the sunset and the dusk of night upon the city of pleasure.
They finally get to the personal apartment of the alchemist and walk around the back to where a giant crate had been hauled by itleast 20 people. Kiljaedon raises his eyebrow and whistles as growling noises can be heard from the crate. Kiljaedon moves around to the back of the apartment and pulls on a hidden lever inside of a bush of his private yard and a huge door seems to swing open going into the blackness of his Laboratory. The men quickly resume the job of moving the crate into the room beyond the hidden doorway and set the crate down within a chamber with a locking cage.
Kiljaedon nods for them to open the crate and within it was a cage of metal bars and within the cage a subdued red scaled drake in fits of rage as the traquilizer was wearing out. The men quickly open the smaller cage door and shove the whole drake into the bigger room and quickly lock the doors to the larger cage.
After everyone was gone but the alchemist, he walked out into the dark of night and pulls on the lever to secure the hidden doorway once more. He walks back to the front of his house and inside his apartment. After securing the door latch and locks he quickly eats a small meal and descends the staircase heading to his basement where his prized specimen awaits. By the time he was down in the basement his partner in crime is awaiting beside him. Morin bows in a mock show of dramatic flare before grinning to Kiljaedon. Kiljaedon sneezes at the dust gathering in his lab while muttering at his partner. "Where in the bloody blazes were you." You was supposed to have overseen the delivery of the drakes without my intervention. The bald man with a bushy black mustashe gives a tight lipped smile before giving another mock bow. "I was delayed by this pretty lass down as the public bathing house. I always make some time to go visit her properly and indulge in some fun eh. That is what you need most in my humble opinion. To get out of this murky lab and get some color back in that white skin of yours lad. " Kiljaedon wipes sweat from his forehead." If you would have been here on time I might have understood you wish to take a bit off for caurosing but you made me worry about the delivery." Kiljaedon sighs as he faces the drake.
"You do not deserve to be scolded upon Morin for you are my brother and I am glad you survived the atrocity against our family. Your skills as a hunter has caught me some excellent specimens and I am proud of the gains we had made. This is just the first step in our plans and you my dearest elder brother are the key to this experiment that i had cultivated the last 10 years of my life on". Morin shrugs to Kiljaedon and starts to walk to the stairs.
Kiljaedon looks over at his elder brother and puts his hand on his shoulder. "There is just one more thing I need from you Morin before you leave the lab". Morin looks around to ask what that may be but before the words come out Kiljaedon pulls a wicked kryss from under his robes and stabs Morin in the heart. Morin falls back against the wall and looks at his younger brother with a shocked expression. He quickly takes his last breath as if to say something before falling on the floor with blood flowing freely from the wound.
Kiljaedon walks over and places his hand on the handle of the kryss as a glow emitts from the blade he pulls it out. He wipes the blood off the Kryss using his elder Brother's pant legs and places it back within the folds of his robe. He must finish this part of the experiment if he was to make use of the last component. He quickly hauls the heavy body over to his specimen table and starts to carve away the heart and vital interior organs. Time is running out as he works intently to remove the brain from the head before it starts decomposition. Outside beams of light from the rising sun starts to creep into his basement lab as Kiljaedon steps back from the table tired after the 12 hours of work but smiling at his success. On the tab is a butchered body but all the vital organs are safely in statis of the special crystals created to keep the organs functioning until need arises for use.
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