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Kalar Meadia

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About Kalar Meadia

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    The Meddler
  • Birthday 09/01/1983

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    PA, USA
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    Video Game Industry, Storytelling, Roleplaying,
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    System Analyst (Health Information Technology)

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  1. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar was about to open his mouth in response to Gizelle's words, relaxing his hand somewhat. He wanted to say that her words were ones he told himself many times. That nothing she said failed to make sense to him, but it did not make the screaming impulses inside any less. In fact, in some ways it worsened them. It wasn't until he heard the white lies being told on his behalf that Kalar felt something inward changed. And he chuckled for a moment, until the chuckle grew into laughter, he gazed at the group around him with a newfound fondness and a smile came across his lips. He then looked up at Kalmuli, holding the smile. "Your women are unbelievably kind." Kalar said to the elf Baroness. "And they are also horrible liars. But, that is not a bad thing." He held up a hand and looked at Kamuli. "I was apologizing, for the trouble that I seem to keep causing you all, and dumping my burdens upon you. I am also beginning to confide in them so do me a favor and, don't press them. At least not yet, please. I'm... still figuring things out." Kalar smiled and reached up to stand, turning his attention to the storm. "Mn. It would be good to be out in the rain at least. Storms do tend to cause a heightened sense of aether. It won't help as much... but it'll be better than nothing. I do practice in the Chaotic arts, after all."
  2. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar paused, and looked at the three of them. He saw the young elf take his arm and the others expressed concern. He let out a long sigh and allowed himself to find a nearby seat to sit at. "No... you ladies were told to stay put. I don't wish to get you in trouble by defying orders. Although, had one of you said yes... I really would have done it, you know." He looked down to Plume and gave a slight smirk. "It wouldn't have been that bad really... I would have given it.... 60/40 odds in my favor of not getting cooked? Those are good odds, yes? Would have solved the attunement problem right quick though. And fried or not I'm not going dying by a bolt of lightning anytime soon, and I could use a few hard hits..." Kalar would eye Gizelle and nod. "But you are wise. I very much doubt your Baroness would permit me to self harm, even if it is merely chance. I suppose it should be stated, if she has not already alluded to it privately. " The avion closed his eyes. He would keep them closed as he spoke, quietly. His tone was different this time. Closer to the tone Brenna had heard of him back in the room she had first seen him arrive. It was almost drowned out by another rumble of thunder. "I am not well. Kalmuli may not understand the depths of that yet, and I would prefer to shelter her from it fully if at all possible. Merely to maintain some dignity and self control. I shall not admit this to her plainly but I am not of sound mind or judgement. She expects this to be of guilt and trauma, seeking to her for punishment - and in one part she is right. But it is not so simple that a few nights of pleasure and comfort would resolve it. I do not pressure for her affections or a reciprocation of my own feelings, for more than simple respect of her own." A hand in the dark clenched his fist until it was tightly coiling his fingers, he could feel the bite of his nails into his flesh and restrained himself short of doing something as trite as drawing blood. "A part of me wishes me harm, regardless of the source; and that is no state to be pursuing a coupling. She deserves better. I mean this when I say I feel guilt for troubling you all with my own burdens. I will do my best to be useful to you all. But I am sorry. I simply know not of anywhere else to be. It unsettles me more that I still a debt to pay her for all the harm I have done, than what the whispers want of me."
  3. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar heard the rumble of a second roll as he watched Kalmuli leave. He took in a deep breath and sighed, bringing himself up to stand, dusting off his sweater and cloak. Kalar was just fine in low light, he did, however, look outside to see just how severe the storm was. And then a thought occurred. There was always ... that way. The crooked cogs of his mind shifted and turned and in the ways he had been broken it made absolute sense. There was no risk to others, no need for long lectures, fighting down protectionism, no having to deal with his own personal quirks. This would be the expedited route. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind was a lingering semblance of sense, and without really letting the thought process completely, Kalar spoke out loud as he stared out the window. "Well... this is a terrible idea." Still, if it came down to this solution or idle chat with a bunch of unfamiliar women he had put off at least three times already, this route seemed somehow less intimidating. Kalar turned about and looked at the remaining Valkeries with a sheepish grin on his face. "Soo... would anyone here like to see me catch a bolt of lightning?"
  4. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar paled again and shook his head at her, his eyes taking a rather pathetic, pleading gaze that seemed to radiate the message 'Please don't make me.' He then averted his eyes from her closing them to center himself. It took longer this time. Whatever it was, it shook him to his correct and it was clear that he was not ready to speak of it. He instead looked back to Plume with a dedicated gaze. "Hopefully, we will be halving that time. I hope you don't mind me leading this one, but it's no longer an education project. I am a severe liability without a connection to aether and it seems we don't have the luxury of time. I'll teach you as much as I can as we go. And I promise you that we'll explore a device properly with the next project."
  5. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar sat, sampling the fruit offered to him and nodding with a smile. "Thank you. Plume, I hate to push, but it looks like we may have to push to complete the attunement device with what we have. I... don't want to risk anyone going deep into town if this outbreak winds up being dangerous for us. Don't worry, we can still do it... it's just going to be a bit harder on me is all. I'll manage. If it's okay, can I visit your shop tomorrow afternoon?" He looked at her with a sweet smile and then took another bite if it was offered. The chill helped and the natural sugar would do him some good after such a draining event. "I have something to do before then, so if you want to start early I'll catch up with you." Kalar looks up to Kalmuli and gives her a cautious gaze. "Please be extra careful if you're going to help." He pleaded "I won't ask you not to, however. Alan and Kajaroo never asked Fa "- For a moment, Kalar's face turned ashen white and sickened. And expression he forced down to continue. "Lian, or Ami after all. Your drive to help has always bested my hesitations for me." Kalar lingered for a moment before he visibly forced himself to bite on the next piece of fruit, closing his eyes as if to focus on the flavor of it.
  6. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar sat back. Just letting himself be silent for a while as he contemplated the vision. His eyes lingered over the Heigel, and then lowered to the ground, he wrapped his arms around his legs more tightly and rested his head against his knees. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes. Giving himself a moment to recenter his mind. He still had a mess to clean of himself, on top of the mess he had to clean from leaving Kamuli. He was incredibly good at making messes, even by being absent. Having people deal with consequences of presence and absence has worn itself on him horridly. He reached over without opening his eyes to his glass of a water, bring it up to his lips and sipping at the cool liquid. It helped, but he was taxed again on energy from the vision. Thankfully, this time the alteration from the lack of attunement manifested in pain, instead of nausea. He much preferred the migraine, even if it was just as disabling. The low light seemed a bit bright as his eyes still, but he would not open his mouth to mention it. He simply needed time. There was at least a bit of feint contentment on how everyone moved swiftly to action. At least the reaction wasn't one of disbelief or cautiousness of him.
  7. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar shook his head a moment to clear it and reached for the glass. "Thank you." He said with more than just politeness as he sipped it. Reaching up and holding his head a moment as the pain throbbed, subsiding gradually. "Kal, this is bad." He said in a hushed tone. "I shouldn't be having these before I'm attuned. That means the threat is right on top of us. Oww..." He pulled himself up into a more comfortable sitting position. "It's clearing up some. I'm a bit too familiar with this kind of scene. It's a viral outbreak." He said with heavy sighs. "We may want to stay away from densely populated areas for a while. That... is going to complicate things." Kalar listened to his words and his gut twisted into a knot. "Damnit... I'm not ready for something like this... " He took another breath and looked pleadingly at Kalmuli. "I saw signs of magic resistance too." He'd give himself a minute to settle and then looked at Kalmuli. "I think I'll take you up on that floor option." He said with a chuckle. "Please tell me we have some frozen fruit.."
  8. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    "To forging new lives, in which we all will learn and grow. Together." Kalar nodded a bit of his confidence returning. "Oh, Gizelle... about that. Come see me after dessert. Brenna too.... I think I still have three..." Kalar began to ponder but as he did so, he felt a severe case of dizziness. The virtigo brought him out of the chair and onto the ground. Splitting agony came across his mind, like a white hot flash of static searing through his thoughts like a javalin. Kalar was familiar with the sensation, it was made more terrible by the fact he was not an established medium here yet and he slammed his right hand flat on the ground as if forcing himself to find solid ground and sensation, the shot of pain up his arm gave him a grounding as he pulled. He muttered to himself, his eyes were wide open to those who could see them form their position, but they were not recognizing the scenery around him. "Parasites..." He whispered as he focused his mind on the forced-in sensations and visions thrust into his mind. The words would grow into shouting towards the end. "Med wards... the spring! Get out! No... damn it... they're being controlled! Ahhgh! - You have to keep it contained!" Kalar gasped for breath as the pain ended. He closed his right hand into a fist and raised it as if he were intending to punch the floor, but he gained a sense of awareness and just put his fist down. He spent some time panting and then set his fist upon the ground and positioned his feet back beneath him. "I'm okay..." Kalar turned himself to sit on the ground, wrapping his arms around his upper legs, trying to gain his breath. "I'm... going to need a moment before dessert." He said, looking at everyone sheepishly before looking back down.
  9. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar paused for a moment. And lowered his head, his eyes becoming glassy. "I... am sorry. Meadia is a Matriarchy, I only held title in that kingdom because its queen apparent named me regent-heir. I'm used to having to validate my own efforts and fight for common ground among a crowd of women accustomed to seeing men as inherent lesser. It was not my intent to make Heigel remember such issues, or any of you. Please believe me when I say I fully understand what it is to be made to feel small..." Kalar looked over to Kamuli as she made her suggestions and he silently nodded. He wouldn't have to let Heigel win in a drinking contest. Her favorite drink was ale - depending on the fermentation type, Kalar would likely not only be unable to handle his liquor. But without proper preparation, he'd stand the risk of poisoning and injuring himself. Cleaning her ship was the better solution, and he spoke up only after a moment of suggesting it. "Only if I have your permission to do so." Kalar said quietly. "That machine is as precious to her as Naragamere is to me. Having someone else touch it without warning or welcome would be an affront." Kalar's softened voice cleared up to a more positive tone. "That said, if ever any of you find a man harming or abusing you in such ways again, do save enough of them for me to pummel. I've noted that other realms tend to be masculinity dominated and it is rather sickening."
  10. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar pause for a moment, the expression of his eyes to those who looked at it was chilling. "Actually, no, I do not." Kalar stated. Kamuli caught something. Heigel has tripped the line between toyful and serious. "She's right. Magic is 'cheating.' But... on the same token so is using a machine against a living creature." His eyes turned to Heigel, which looked like they could pierce her soul. "Captain, my max decent flight using only a mask to protect my lungs and face, and goggles to protect my eyes is three hundred and sixty eight kilometers per hour. I can sustain that flight speed for sixty three seconds before injuring myself. However. If we are to do comparisons of piloting skills. I once owned a flight device capable of Mach Six. If you do not know that speed - that is approximately twenty four times my max natural fight speed. And six times faster than my voice could reach your ears without magic. Also, understand that was a combat fighter, and not a unit designed for speed. I have seen ships in the stars that you would call magic at first sight." Kalar said, his eyes held intensity and passion in them age and an old, old anger. "Survival is all or nothing in every world, Miss Heigel. Do not presume to insult my arts any more than you would yours. You stand upon the backs of others when you fly your machine, as do I while casting spells. Your ingenuity with machinery improves your wings, mine with magic improves my flight. It is no different. However my wings are mine and carry only me. I have only my genealogy to thank for it beyond the hard work you and I are both familiar with. If you're truly wishing for a measuring contest, I recommend that you first stand on equal footing. I have a limited tolerance for blusterous pride when it ceases to be amusing." Kalar took a drink of wine and closed his eyes. There was a moments pause. Kalar, noticing that the room seemed to get a bit colder, let his body relax. He wasn't good with confrontation in crowds. Kalar's tone shifted to a warmer expression. "Hiegel, I have nothing but respect for your talents and ingenuity. However, I am an old, stubborn man, and I have seen a many good people waste their lives hiding honest feelings behind such behaviors you have shown. I too am guilty of it more often than I care to recollect. If you wish to compare your pride and joy to an engine-less dragon, please do so with someone else. Although for fun, I would be honored to fly beside you or for you. - however you would have me. I am also blessed with the capacity to help you improve yourself and your partner, should you be willing to listen and learn. I would also be honored if you show me that which love so deeply that you feel as if you need to defend it. If I have else-wise offended you, I apologize." Kalar looked to Kamuli and his expression softened further. His eyes carrying an apology for her as well. Heigel wasn't the only one that could be tripped off. "I'm sorry... I may have outstripped my welcome."
  11. Kalar Meadia

    General chat thread

    Random question: anyone else feel completely unmotivated during Thanksgiving week?
  12. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar adjusted his position in the chair to look squarely at Heigel, having heard the warning her challenge got him with quite the grin on his face. "Oh ho ho. Now that's a loaded question, captain. If we're clocking speeds between me and a machine we need to establish ground rules. For instance, am I permitted to use my magic? I presume time manipulation is off the table, but just how much power is in those propellers of yours eh? What sort of distance are we tracking. We are after all, talking about my physical performance after all. Endurance needs to be considered. So is it top speed, or distance closed? Marathon or Sprint. More importantly, in this race your envisioning to have with me..." Kalar would raise a brow as he completed his sentence a smirk upon his face. "am I naked?" Kamuli would get the factual meaning there. Kajaroo once showed Fae the difference in Avions between flying with clothing and flying naked. It was more than just wing drag. It was the clothing chafing, the weight of supplies, even if the clothing was light. Flying in the nude, for Kalar, at least, seemed far more graceful, agile, and much faster at top speeds that seemed incredible. That said, in complete ignorance of knowing that, Kalar's phrasing would have the other girls, save perhaps Gizelle, thinking something completely different. And this time, the misdirection was intentional.
  13. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar looked about to his impact of his words and reached up to scratch the back of his head nervously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intimidate. I'm a lap pet now in comparison to what I was then. It was a dark time all around. And the source of my own paradox. Here, now I have barely enough magic to cast cantrips without exhausting myself in some manner or tapping some other source. Until I'm properly attuned I'm more or less defenseless. Not to mention I have no desire to end life or harm it, I only developed a numbness to it when I realized to do anything I would be forced to take life into my hands, and at times end it. The weight of that... that will darken anyone who is still sane. Take that and multiply it by time magic and relative immortality, and it changes the way you view life." Kalar looked at Niles who asked the question and it brought a bit of a smile to his lips. "True, and those with colorful wings tend to enjoy peaceful lives within the major cities, or live outside of the planet Pastan. Typically, most Pastan Avions have blue and black wings, which work best as cover due to the blue hue that covers most of the planet from its light. " "Startalite is known for its colorful and bright wings in particular. 'The kingdom of light and life.' - Where black wings such as mine and my source's were once a mark of ill omen, 'foretelling the coming of a great evil.' Sadly that's the story of Kajaroo's childhood." Kalar shrugged taking a bit of a very thin slice of bread he had put aside for himself, his lips pressed a moment as he continued. "Turns out it was just religious propaganda to try to undercut my mother nation's standing and put the Kingdom of Meadia in a dominant position in negotiations. Lorick Meadia was using it as a distraction while he crafted a magical super-weapon out of their own floating castle - to explain the crisis I so morbidly alluded to earlier. Nowadays all kinds of wings, and creatures, are accepted so long as they follow the continental law. Avalonia is enjoying a great time of peace. That said, Avions are rather limited to Avalonia in Pastan. So, no, Pastan is not a planet full of us. Just the larger part of a single continent - comprised of three nations." Gizelle's muttering caused a visible flush in Kalar's face. "I am much better than that when I am well, my apologies. I will try to keep better track of them." Kalar let in a deep breath and began explaining. "Typically our feathers can be used for alchemy or spell components. They are often aether rich and can be dissolved into magical potions. Particularly strong ones can be used as wand cores, if they still have their color. They will decay into grey-white and then into dust if left alone. Their color does not indicate hierarchy, at least not anymore. Royal lines were usually white, like my father, mother, and brother. But in actuality, the color of the wings only has one feint indication - much like light, the color of the wings indicates a resistance or absorption qualities to aether. White being the most resistant to aether, and therefore the strongest resistance against aggressive magics, and black being the highest ability to absorb aether, which can be a weakness for the less magically disciplined." "But... we have shedding seasons, and... I neglected to care for myself during mine. I was... am, recovering from a large trauma, and had kept my wings stowed without tending them for nearly two molt cycles." Another sigh of a breath and he glanced at Kamuli with a smile. " Kalmuli, bless her heart, cleaned up the majority of it but here may still be some loose ones to tend to." Kalar paused and lowered his head. "This is why I thank you, deeply and truly, for your hospitality. I shall not forget it." Kalar chuckled and had another sip of the wine. "And that's enough depressing monologues from me. I promise to keep the dark bits out of the answers of my questions form hear on out. It may be harsh, but Pastan is a beautiful world, and Avalonia in particular a wonder of the endurance and ingenuity of people. It was once all a volcanic wasteland, when our people came to it after all."
  14. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    "Kajaroo and I were actually a rarity among Avions, to have practiced and mastered archery." Kalar observed as he looked over at Kalmuli and then back to the group. "Wings and bows do not often mix. But as we preferred often to pass without our wings, archery became hobby to us. Overall, I am far better with throwing weapons, and my sword, which is uncommon among Avions as they prefer weapons with better reach, or something lighter. Flails, javelins, knives, , bladed boots, spears and scythes if they can be made lightweight and properly balanced. Hooks and small blades on strings have become more prevalent for smaller game and interpersonal combat of late." Brenna's comment made him chuckle. "Minerals were breathed in by everyone, Avions just had a better affinity for absorbing aether. Most especially through the wings." Kalar would looked over to Niles and shook his head. "Cannibalism among the Avion is severely taboo." Kalar stated quietly. "There's no point in eating someone in most cases as we can subsist on Aether, and if we're bleeding and injured that severely, then we're likely to die regardless of the extra meal. It's far more valuable to preserve what life giving or bearing persons we can. There was a time when ideological or fanatical lines once caused such violence among our people..." Kalar seemed to grow stern and severe, his eyes took that appearance to them as if they could easily, coldly eliminate an entire species. "I put an end to that..." The avion shook off the mood with a small smile. "Anyways, the Pastanian Rose is one, or the Estralia Rose, as it's called. It has evolved to absorb aether with pedals. Spikes in magic it will cause rapid spurts in growth that will entrap and impale creatures around it, though it will often avoid doing so in the direction nearby other roses while in bloom based on scent as it does not want to choke a chance at pollination. Which, is why I carry a sachet of Estralia Rose pedals." Another bite of food, this time a small slice of cheese, a delicacy for him as milk-bearing creatures were difficult to harvest from. "There's the snare-willow, the goroth, the sickle-bats, the burr-shrooms - nasty one, those. Spores are sharp and venomous. They get into your wings and cavities. A number of them can cause seizures, cutting you more, bleeding you to death and growing more of them out of your corpse. Pastan is dangerous. Surviving means working together and valuing life. So no, we try not to kill our own whenever possible. Took some bloody history to get us to respect that of other species that worked together with us. Did that the same time I solved the first problem I mentioned."
  15. Kalar Meadia

    Teller's Respite

    Kalar looked at Kalmuli and her explanation, her giving praise to him in the way she spoke. "I could lie and deflect credit for that action. But the truth is that once I knew of your existence there I could not bear the thought of leaving you to the Wraiths to eliminate." Kalar held up a hand at Heigel when she objected. "It is fine. Sex is not a taboo subject among the Avions. Pastan is a harsh world that can easily kill entire villages if some form of beast migrates there, or a nearby spring erupts from too much heat and pressure, releasing toxins in the air. These things are natural. Avions also have difficulty having children. Although we can subsist on aether, to produce new cells, we must consume plenty, and food can be difficult at times and in times of stress, cell production is pushed towards things like white cells or platelets, halting other non-life-critical functions such as digestion and reproduction. This means virility between man and woman is very much dependent on being well fed, well rested, and in the proper emotional state. Compatibility is essential between a mating pair." Kalar looked to Brenna. "Therefore, sex is a more casual affair, for our kind. You think of it as the end result of courting. Where as for my kind, it is merely a social function. Marriage, another consideration of the end of courting can happen in multiple parings that share partners. There are monogamy parings, but larger households may see a ruling lady having several suitors and two to three husbands. Some still may never marry, and freely roam to find suitable parings in their travels. Children are the shared responsibility of the village or home they are in so such matters are never a concern so long as visitors work or pay to earn their keep." Kalar paused to take a bite out of a piece of meet he had set on the table and wash it down with some wine. "So, in short, you could say by my race's cultural standards. Kamuli and I are still courting. Neither of us have made vows of wedlock nor have we sired children together. We are bound only by our affinity for one another. The sex is merely a part of our interaction, and does not limit our prospective partners. However, although I do not presume to speak for her, I can say for myself that such an act with her bears far more meaning than a casual dalliance - given our shared history and that of our source beings. Is that answer sufficient?" Kalar looked over to Kalmuli and smiled before turning to answer the next question about Pastan's warmth. "Ah, about that. That's a common misconception. Pastan's atmosphere is not warmer. It is actually rather temperate and cool." Kalar looked up at the alcoholic drinks and pulled out a heavy liquor. "The atmosphere is rich in aether and mineral particles which both warm the body that inhales them. Thankfully it is not toxic to most life but it does leave the sensation of the world being as a whole warmer. The soil technically is, as most of the planet feels warmer to the touch due to active tectonics warming the ground from below. The air, however, is often colder, but the warmer bodies simply do not feel affected." Kalar held the liquor aloft. "Say you drank plenty of this bottle, and walked out into the autumn air. The air is chill, but because your body is warmed by the alcohol - you do not feel the cold bite as much. Same principle. So, the clothing varies depending on the climate area, with the standard being that those who better absorb the aether and minerals, or those in a richer area of the planet, will typically wear less or lighter clothing than someone who is not for their respective area. It is also why in spite of the air technically being warmer here, I will feel colder as I am away from the minerals and the aether density is so much lower. I, however, will always feel warm to the touch, comparatively."
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