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Calor Elohan

A personal guard to the God-Queen herself; assigned to her by those who stand testimony to his qualifications.

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a character in “Althaea”, as played by Nevan

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Name: Known by the alias Calor Elohan.
Age: Withheld from record.
Gender: Withheld from record.
Race: Withheld from record.

Information: Calor serves as a personal bodyguard and occasional attack dog to God-Queen Sarene Iracot. Known for his subtlety and loyalty, it is believed Calor once served in the highly mysterious Dragoons where he operated above the law and in secret for the good of his Goddess and Viridian.

So begins...

Calor Elohan's Story

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Selwyn's grin remained on his face throughout Shiabiann's words. Of course, he knew she would recover from his actions, but watching her lose her normal cool, calm, and collective demeanor gave him more pleasure than any of the girls in her Ward ever could. However, she was correct on one count, nonetheless; the God-Queen had gone against the Magistrate's wishes in choosing Calor Elohan as her betrothed, and this was unacceptable. Though his alluring and dark features wouldn't show it on his face, Selwyn was not pleased.

"No matter, my dear. There are other options. We always manage to find a way, do we not?" he asked the stunning woman before him.

Although the two had a tumultuous and complicated relationship, at the end of the day, Selwyn would not want to lose Shiabiann as an ally. She was a powerful and resourceful woman. And he knew she must feel the same way as him on this matter. When she leaned in close to him, he made sure to not break eye contact, staring into her eyes with his brown ones.

"Well, Magistrate, if I ever decide to develop a penchant for scars, blood, and bruises upon waking up next to you in your bedchambers, I will be sure to consider your offer," Selwyn gave a moment to let the words resonate.

"Until tomorrow," he smirked, taking her hand ever so gently and raising it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on one of the most bloodstained hands in Iracot.

It was now time to ready the Crimson Fox for the Knights' party.

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Enrico was outraged; not only had Orfea done a dis-service to their Lady, but she had dishonored him by taking his weapon, only to cast it upon the ground. The other Knights on the platform were stunned; but not for long.

As soon as the God-Queen ordered her seized, they went into action. Magistrate Selwyn, with a fury that matched his importance, got to her first. Placing his dagger to her neck, he speaks a few words, before Marcus and Charley both move forward to take her by the arms and lower her head to the ground. Enrico had retrieved his Scythe, and was preparing to administer the God-Queen's will.


Gabriel had watched the proceedings with disgust. To think, one of his own would dare defy their God-Queen. She deserved more than a quick death, but it was not his duty to decide.

With Sarene going back into the Palace, her personal guard in tow, it was now Gabriel's duty to quell any sort of dissent that might rise. Seldom did it occur that people were displeased after a ceremony, but a public outcry of this sort... he was pleased to have Magistrate Selwyn providing words of wisdom and complacence to the crowd. Political creature though Gabriel was, his pursuit was more direct than diplomatic.



Ostdarva waited in the bell tower. He was stationed there to utilize the fullest of his skills; the long-range rifle he bore. Many of the words from the crowd below failed to filter up to him, but the voice of the God-Queen always managed to find him.

Orfea would die.

It was not his duty to administer that death, however; his was to ensure none sought to stop it. And, through his magnification glass, he could see... one man, amidst an unmoving crowd, rushing forward. He aims down, taking his time...


In the crowd, several Knights were hunting for Orfea's dishonored family. They would submit to execution, or they would die more messily; they were not concerned. Dravinglov and Naya, however, had been keeping their eyes out for more noticeable actions, moving towards the raised proceedings in order to do so.

----

Calvin, out in the courtyard, remained largely silent as he watched the proceedings between Magnus and his sister. He was tactful enough to realize the gravity of the situation. And he knew something had gone wrong in the Courtyard, which further steeled his usually more relaxed attitude.

He was surprised, none the less, when Magnus addressed him. "Of course," he replies in surprise, then hardens his voice. "No harm shall come to her while I yet live," he says seriously. All the past few minutes were in the past, as far as he was concerned.


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Before the full proceedings could be brought against Orfea, the man from the crowd leaps up onto the platform; drawing their weapons to defend themselves, the Knights move against him. Through some means of magic or skill, he had evaded them and, despite it all, brought himself next to Orfea.

The Knights could not penetrate the flame, but when the great beast had flown down and carried the man and woman away, they could strike.


Or rather, Ostdarva and Dravinglov could strike. Dravinglov's rifle was unslung and aimed skyward, and he fires. With such a swift target, hitting it from the ground would be difficult, but he was a skilled marksman. The true shot would come from Ostdarva. Biding his time, he had waited, through the attack, into the retreat, waiting for the perfect shot... and it came, just as the beast became level with him in the high tower.

He fires, seeking to send his shot through not the man, nor the beast he rode, but Orfea. The God-Queen's will would be done.

He begins reloading his weapon reverently. If he hit his target- or any of those who had been within his sights- the Knights below would deal with the remains.

----

The blast from Ostdarva's rifle was the last sound in the Courtyard before the speech of Calor. The Knights, even Gabriel, had stood at attention in response, save those who had begun hunting the Gryphon and its cargo. They were watchful, seeing the people respond, and bow. A few did not. Those few would be hunted. But for the moment, they had bigger plans to commence.

The setting changes from the-courtyard-of-iracot to Palace of Iracot

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#, as written by Maree
Inside the Palace of Iracot servants had cowered in the wake of the God-Queen. There were many bowed down at the ground, mouths moving in prayer to Sarene Iracot. Fresh cracks lined the marble walls of the palace and shards of broken pottery littered the floor. It looked like the aftermath of a quake where the God-Queen had tread inside the palace.

The doors to the God-Queen's chambers slammed shut with a boom that echoed down the quieted halls. It was apparent that none were to disturb her.

Once inside the relative safety of her rooms, the God-Queen collapsed to the floor on the lush carpets. She crossed her arms over her half-exposed chest and curled up into a ball, weeping. The paint on her face ran into the threads of the rug. How dangerous it was for the God-Queen to act weak in such a precarious moment but she could not resist. The emotions pulled at her and Sarene needed to vent through her tears.

The Magistrates were going to destroy her if control was not regained. There was an open rebellion taking place against Sarene and she could not afford it.

Trembling, the God-Queen picked herself up off the floor and stalked over to her ceiling to floor length mirror. Sarene ripped at her hair, pulling the braids from it and the jewels. The crown that had rested atop her head shattered against the marble walls of her chambers.

The shards scattered on the red carpets like stars in the sky.

Sarene Iracot ripped the gossamer gown off of her body and began to scrub the paint off of her until her skin turned pink.

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#, as written by Nevan
Calor had entered the palace, the courtyard outside the subject of quite interesting events, but never-the-less peace would soon be regained and those "treasonous" few who would dare to openly defy Sarene at one of her own executions were likely being dealt with accordingly.

No servant, guard or maiden saw him as he cast his form through the halls; turning, weaving and viewing the mess Sarene seemed to have made in her own palace. Was she upset? Understandable, he supposed. No-one expected a Goddess to be devoid of emotions, much less him. She was likely so used to security and her own way that seeing defiance like that had shook her considerably. However, Calor was there to deal with that. As was the Queen's Knights and all her other loyal servants. She would soon be able to face them again as a divine figure without worry of retaliation.

He reached the doors to her private chambers, but he did not open them or dare to trespass. Instead, he turned and leaned against their polished exteriors, turning head so as to press his ear against the wood and speak into the space where the doors joined together when shut.

"My Queen, it is I, Calor. Order is quickly being restored, the Knights weeding out any who would dare disobey you and punishing them accordingly. It seems Orfea Pathen has attempted to escape with an unknown assailant, but your Knights are pursuing them and will assuredly put them to the sword before the hour is done. If not, I will find them personally."

There was a moment of hesitation in him before he continued.

"What is it you will me to do, my Goddess?"

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#, as written by Maree
Calor's voice was dismissed and went unheard by choice. There was too much to do and so little time. The Magistrates would come for the God-Queen soon and destroy her. The paint would not come off! Sarene scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin until it started to become raw. Minuscule droplets of blood started to rise on the God-Queen's skin.

She stopped rubbing at the paint and stared at the blood. The Magistrates had always forced Sarene to never bleed and warned her that if she did so they would bring about her destruction. The God-Queen smeared the blood on her arm and tried to wipe it away to get rid of the evidence of her mortality.

"Calor!" Sarene called. The woman's hands trembled in fright and she was as helpless as a child. If anyone knew what to do it was Calor, her must trusted subject. Never before had he seen her in weakness but now that things were set into motion that could not be stopped, Calor had to know the truth.

Sarene Iracot was no goddess.

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#, as written by Nevan
At the sound of his name being called, Calor burst in through the door as though expecting assassins to be upon her. His hand was over the hilt of his blade, his other raised as though preparing some spell. He saw no intruders, only Sarene and the state she was in. He couldn't say he hadn't expected it; that he had never had his doubts or suspicions, but when he saw her in such weakness he truly began to consider his suspicions as proved.

But that didn't matter. He had thought enough on the possibility to know that he didn't care.

Slowly, he approached her, quickly removing a silver cloth from his coat to offer her as he crouched by her side. "Do not worry, my Queen," he reassured her. "Some part of me has always known; you do not have to utter a word. No matter your nature, you are still the God-Queen I swore to serve and protect. You are still a woman, with a living body that has desires and can feel pain."

He looked at the smeared pink on her arms and slowly shook his head.

"Goddess or no, divine will put you on that throne. Divine will dictates you keep it. One day you will pass from this world and be reborn as a true Deity... Until then, this blood proves your morality. It proves you live, that you have true power. What good can a dead God do? The power to take and create life is still yours, my Queen."

He attempted to place a hand on hers.

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#, as written by Maree
Sarene placed her fingers on Calor's lips to quiet him. She looked about the room as if expecting intruders to burst through the doors at any given moment.

"Divine will did not place me on the throne of Iracot, Calor," Sarene said in a near whisper. "The Magistrates have all the power. I am their doll; their puppet. I am not a goddess but a tool of the Magistrates. What happened today at the Sacrifice, my failure, is unacceptable. They will come for me and they will destroy me, Calor."

"Shh, do not speak," she urged Calor, knowing that he was about to declare his ability to protect her even against the Magistrates.

"I have to leave, tonight," Sarene said, removing her fingers from the man's mouth. The icy demeanor that the God-Queen had always harbored was absent. It was as if another woman entirely sat before Calor yet one that still looked like his God-Queen. She had dropped the facade the Magistrates forced her to bear and had become the personality that was secretly hidden away in her mind.

"Come with me Calor," the God-Queen said. "Let us leave this place and find a new home. I no longer want this... I want to be free from the Magistrates and from Iracot. We will leave Viridian altogether and let it fall to ruin on its own."

"I cannot do this without you, Calor." Sarene's turquoise eyes searched for the answer in Calor's. He had all the power to report her confession to the Magistrates. He could be the beginning of her destruction or Calor could whisk Sarene away into the night under disguise and free her from the tyranny of the Magistrates.

In that moment it was Calor who was the god.

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#, as written by Nevan
"Your place, my Queen, is here and on your throne. You seem scared, confused; might I dare say not thinking straight? You say the Magistrates hold the real power, but I disagree. Your people hold the real power and it is you they worship, adore and follow as Queen, not them. As you sit on your throne and make this country what you wish it to be, I can take my sword and kill the Magistrates. I can give all power to you and you alone, so that you can make your own decisions and not be subject to the decisions made for you."

He was giving her everything. Even if he took into account the possibility that this was what she wanted, that she had been manipulating him into suggesting these very actions, he did not care. He would remain loyal.

"Request a meeting with them, my Queen. A locked room for secrecy. Allow them to bring bodyguards, if they wish, for then I will not be out of place there. When the meeting starts, you will listen to them and speak to them. You will not touch the drinks, or the food, and weapons will be strictly disallowed in the meeting chambers. As you stall them, I will kill their bodyguards, then I will enter the room and kill them also."

He looked around, to make sure that they were not being overheard. "Then, we reveal the truth of their manipulation and threats. You will not be seen as weak, for you took action against them and they paid for their treachery. You will not lose face and you will remain a Goddess, holding TRUE power. Unless, of course, you are so set on eloping. I will follow you, whatever your decision."

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#, as written by Maree
Calor suggested killing the Magistrates. She jerked back from Calor as if she had been slapped across the face. Never before had the thought of having the Magistrates killed crossed the God-Queen's mind before. The idea implanted into her mind and Sarene began to think on it more deeply.

"If we are going to kill the Magistrates," Sarene said, her eyes glancing back at the doors to her rooms. "We have to be more cunning than that. They will sense a trap. They do not answer to summons but it is I who answer to theirs."

"There will be one soon but I will be placed in great danger. They could still have me killed. We must make them the public enemy and Sacrifice them," Sarene said, making her thoughts aloud.

"But I am no strategist. I do not plan wars or battles. If you think it is best to stay, then I will stay. Tell me what I must do, Calor," the God-Queen said, taking his face into her hands so their eye contact could not be broken.

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#, as written by Nevan
"My Queen," he said, keeping the eye contact she seemed to require so badly. "Be aware that to keep the Magistrates alive for Sacrifice is extremely dangerous. Who knows what guards will be placed over them as they await their death. Who knows what hiccup might allow them to escape and seek refuge with allies? Indeed, who knows what allies might be willing to rise up in their names and act against us? Inevitably, their allies will act, but we can at least weaken them by my slaying of these men with my own sword."

"I will not tell you what you must do; as Queen, you must find the wisdom for both of us. I will follow you to my death never-the-less. If you wish to answer their summons, then please do whatever they wish of you and trust in me, with your body, your heart and soul, to save you from their evil machinations. Trust me to protect every precious hair of your head and foil whatever plans they might have. Trust that no matter how dire the situation, I will always bring you victory and arrive in time to successfully do whatever bidding you ask of me... For you are not only my Queen, but also my love and my future wife. No force of God or mortal has the power to stop me when you point and tell me to act, or when your life is in danger."

He kept himself steady, as though he almost expected their private meeting to quickly take a rather unorthodox turn. The image of her divine Queendom may have been broken, but he still saw her as a woman.

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The Magistrates had never allowed Sarene Iracot to touch others, not even themselves. The God-Queen had always felt a disconnect with others and it was the reason why her blessings had been so few. And yet, feeling Calor's skin beneath her fingers and in her palms felt good, even if forbidden.

If there was one soul in all of Althaea that truly loved Sarene it was Calor. He had said it himself. Sarene felt something give way inside; a wall that broke down that had been built by the Magistrates. The God-Queen's gaze dropped from Calor's onto his mouth and she wondered what it would be like to have him kiss her.

Sarene's breathing deepened and her hands trembled in anticipation. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

And then the woman stood, reaching at her throat to take off the torturous silver collar. The remains of her gown fell away, leaving the God-Queen completely nude. She sat herself at her vanity and began to brush her hair.

"I will not wait for the Magistrates summons. You will go and summon them as you have planned. As my husband, loyal subject, and my love, I trust your judgement Calor Elohan. Do not disappoint," Sarene said, her cold demeanor snapping so easily back into place. However, in the reflection of the mirror her look upon Calor was anything but frigid.

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#, as written by Nevan
Calor stood and stepped back, retaining a strict professionalism about him as the Queen brushed her hair. "Very well, my Queen. I will have them summoned for tomorrow eve; an emergency council to discuss possible treasonous elements. They will gather, they will dine, they will bring bodyguards and weapons and all the comforts they desire. Then they will die."

"Might I also suggest, my Queen, that you choose your future magistrates wisely and limit their power so this situation need never happen again."

He went quiet, a moment of awkward silence putting a stop to his plotting. "Shall I go and perform these duties now? Or do you have another task for me to do here?" He stepped closer, his fingers finding her shoulders as he looked over her and into the mirror at their reflections.

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"There is one more task that needs to be completed before we can face the Magistrates. Securing your position of power over them will be essential. When the Magistrates are dead we will need to maintain as much power as possible over the people as well. Two entities are greater than one," Sarene Iracot said. Her eyes bore into the reflection of his own gaze.

"Let us exchange our vows and be married in this very room," the God-Queen said. There need not to be all the bells and whistles of a grand ceremony. None needed to know of the marriage except for the Magistrates, who would be red-faced with absolute anger. The announcement of Calor and Sarene's marriage would upset them and force the Magistrates attention on Sarene. It would give Calor a more open chance to slay them all while in their uproar.

She explained all of this to Calor as she set down her ebony brush.

"The engagement they could deny but a marriage they cannot, especially since I am the God-Queen," Sarene said. She stood and turned to face Calor.

"Now kneel before me and take your vows, not as my vassal, but as my husband."

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"Very well, Sarene," he replied, taking a rather more personal approach of addressing her as he made to take her hand in his and lower himself to his knees.

"Here I kneel," he began, "and give praise to the eternal beauty and benevolence of my God-Queen for allowing our destinies to entwine so. To arrange that our hearts, bodies and spirits would forever coil and join together as parts of a whole. I offer all of myself to you, with all things considered, for now and always. My heart for yours, my body for yours, my soul for yours, my strength for yours, my weakness for yours, my love for yours. If you would be my wife, I would be your husband and eternally bind my life to you. I hereby make this pledge on all things, that never will I be with another, that never will I dishonour you, that never will I do anything to harm you. That I will be yours in life and death and devote myself entirely to my beloved wife and our family."

With that said, he looked up at her, bracing for her reaction.

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"And I, Sarene Iracot, the God-Queen of all of Viridian, pledge my heart, soul, and eternal life to you, Calor Elohan." Sarene's vow to Calor was much shorter than the man's but it was binding in contract. The God-Queen had seen many marriages before. She had expect some sort of change inside of her; a difference in her status. However, there was nothing. She did not feel any different. It was perplexing.

Maybe there had already been love for Calor Elohan or perhaps the God-Queen was not capable of true love.

"Come," Sarene said in a gentler tone, one that was not as serious as she usually voiced. It was softer, more feminine. Standing before Calor was the woman Sarene and not the God-Queen; his wife.

"Let us consummate the marriage tonight and tomorrow," Sarene said, pausing for a moment. "Tomorrow shall begin our new rule over Viridian."

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"Very well, I'll spend the night in your chambers," he replied, as he slowly began to remove his coat. "Tomorrow will involve dangerous work, after all, and if our marriage is to be short then we should make the most of it."

Happiness filled him. Finally he would spend time with her, time far more meaningful than "quality" time. They were literally about to consummate their marriage. The marriage between him, humble ex-Dragoon, and her, Sarene Iracot - the rightful God-Queen of all Althea. He could barely believe what was happening - what was about to happen. His heart pounded against his chest and he couldn't imagine possibly feeling happier than he did now for the rest of his life.

So why did it feel so... Dark?

Something was wrong. He could feel it, but he couldn't find it. It lingered in the back of his mind like a stray thought slowly pushing to the forefront of his mind. No matter... There was nothing he could do but take Sarene in his arms and join her on the bed until morning.

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#, as written by Maree
The sun poured through the windows of Sarene Iracot's chambers and a light breeze billowed out the sheer curtains. The floor-to-ceiling windows had been opened during the evening to freshen the scent of the room. Calor and his God-Queen had made love the entire night until Sarene had insisted they both needed rest. The silken sheets were ruined from their sweat and fluids.

Sarene Iracot laid sprawled out on the messed sheets, still naked, and as plain as any mortal woman. The sunlight ran over her skin and began to warm her. The songs of the birds were her calling to awaken and begin the new regime of rule over Viridian.

The God-Queen sat up in her enormous bed and pulled the waist-length strands of black hair out of her face. Her turquoise eyes roved over the room and saw that it had been untouched since the night previous. The servants had not yet arrived to clean the mess Sarene had made in her tantrum.

Sarene pulled a robe over her body and tightened the sash that wound around it. There was an ache between her legs; a soreness. It was painful to walk. She looked back to the sheets to see her blood stained on them. Calor would have to burn them or dispose of them in another manner. There could be no evidence that she could bleed, or that she was mortal just like any other woman.


Entering the adjoining room, the God-Queen drew her own hot bath. She sank down into the depths of the bath and sighed at how it took away her womanly pains. There was another sensation in her body, one that she could not place. Something had changed and Sarene felt a feeling of foreboding.

She ducked beneath the waters, and for a short moment, drowned herself away from the world.

The setting changes from palace-of-iracot to Iracot; The City of Thrones

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In the morning, activity in- and over Iracot was intense with holy purpose.

The Knights had not been idle during the night, prowling the streets for gatherings of dissent. A few homes had been broken into, their occupants taken for questioning by the Knight's Inquisition. Many would be found innocent- simply having been holding parties- but others would be less lucky.

By morning, the Knights had returned to their regular routines, watching key transit points, crossroads, and patrolling the districts, from the seediest to the most honored alike. Those of the ground would receive little notice, their actions more or less standard.

In the skies, however, were where the true might of Iracot was in force. The battle between the Dragoon beast and the two escapee's weaker creatures had been seen by many, and thoughts of dissent could not be brewed from it. The Knights, ordered grounded during the Sacrifice, were now out in force. The Skyborne, Wyvern mounted Knights of the highest caliber, patrolled the skies.

Unrelated, but seemingly another show of aerial power, was the arrival of Iracot's Airship fleet. A mock battle had been heard by all below, the resounding boom of cannons going off, before the two ships had docked and began to head towards the Spire at the center of the Guilds ward.

The Knights- and by extension Iracot- would not be caught unawares again.