Kihia Avoa's History

Kihia Avoa hails from a small village that once existed in a northern mountain range. They had few visitors and managed to survive the cold mountains where they lived year after year. When Kihia was Seven, a band of rouge mercenaries set up camp in the mountains and started raiding the village periodically. At first the villagers tried to resist, even Kihia at his young age who was known to stop disputes between villagers the best he could, tried to help the village with this crisis. They managed to hold their own for a while, until one day one of the mercenaries, kidnapped Kihia while he was watching his family’s livestock. That night the leaders of the Mercenary group called the village to meet them outside the village. When everyone gathered together they saw that they had Kihia bound and surrounded by heavily armed Mercenaries. Then the leader said “I am here to let you know this, if you dare resist us any more than what you have, we will no longer hold back our strength, and do something far worse than this.”  After this was said he nodded to the ones holding Kihia. Kihia started to resist trying to break away, and the villagers could do nothing but watch. They made Kihia kneel down and lay his right arm on a rock. One of the Mercenaries unsheathed his sword, held it up high for the villagers to see, and brought it down slicing off Kihia’s right arm.

Kihia’s family and fellow villagers barely managed to keep him alive after that, they all pitched in even when they knew that a raid was coming to help Kihia get better. After months of being stuck in bed, he got well enough to go out into the village, and help with what he could. Even if the villagers told him not to help, he did anyway, he was trying to show them even though he only had one arm, he could still help. His father seeing this was a little hopeful that his son may persevere despite his lost arm. He built a small shelter under their house for Kihia to hide when a raid comes. For the next year, his village withstood the raids and continued living, until one day that all changed. The mercenaries had decided it was time to move on, and to make sure there was no sign, and no witnesses left to tell anyone that they were there. They marched onto the village killing any villager they saw, and burned down one house after another. Kihia’s father managed to put him into the secret shelter and ran outside to make sure they didn’t come inside. Kihia waited until long after all the noise stopped, before even thinking of leaving the shelter. When he finally managed to open the trap door of the secret room, he was shocked to see what was left of his village and friends. All that remained was charred remains of houses and his friends and family. After a while, he found a shovel that was still intact, and started burying the bodies that he once knew as his friends and family.

After that he gathered what little supplies that remained at set off, he had overheard once that a wizard lived somewhere in the mountain range. Days he trekked, finding no sign of the wizard, he continued on ward hoping someone could destroy the mercenaries that destroyed his life. After two weeks of wandering, he collapsed on one of the mountain passes; he was cold, hungry, and losing hope. A middle-aged gentleman was traveling on the pass coming back from doing errands he had to do outside the mountain range. He noticed Kihia, curled up into a ball shivering; he stopped for a moment examining the small boy. He knelt down and gently shook Kihia by his left shoulder. Kihia barely looked up at him, his Ice blue eyes, still full anger and sorrow. Kihia tried to say something then passed out. Then the man quickly picked him up and carried him onto his back the rest of the way to his master’s residence.

When he got there, he quickly got Kihia by a warm fire, and informed his master. A few days later Kihia finally regained consciousness. He wondered where he was barely sitting up he looked around trying to get an idea of his surroundings.  There was a bowl of soup and a cup of water by the mat he was laying on.  On the far wall was a fire place that had recently been put out. He then looked at the opposite wall and noticed a place mat that someone had been sitting on and that the door was open. Fearing the worst he started trying to get up, when an elderly man walked into the room and stared at Kihia. They both stared at each other for a few minutes, and then the old man told Kihia to sit back down, and to save his strength. The elderly man had found out from his apprentice about what happened to the village Kihia came from. He sat down next to Kihia; the two of them studied each other for a while. The old man finally asked him of what happened to the village, and why he traveled to this part of the mountain range. For the next hour Kihia explain what he had recently experienced, and why he came this far.  When Kihia finally finished, neither of them said anything for a while. After a long moment of silence, the old man told Kihia, that he would teach him how to use Ice Make magic, and take him in as an apprentice; only If Kihia promises to use the magic and skills for the right reasons.  The old man slowly got up and started walking out of the room. Before he exited, he looked back at Kihia, and told him that he would give Kihia time to think about it, and then walked out of the room shutting the door behind him. Kihia laid there for hours, conflicted on what he should do the memory of the sounds of his friends and family screaming and yelling before they died still echoed into his mind. He wondered, what will drive him if it isn’t to avenge his village, but he knew he had nowhere else to go at the same time.  Kihia remembered how powerless he felt while he hid, how useless he was to defend those he cared about.  He decided, he will do his best to not desire revenge, but he still didn’t know what to replace that with though.

The next day he had tried to exit the room by himself, only to be met by the elderly man when he opened the door. Kihia looked up to the man for long minute, his ice cold eyes filled with fierce determination. He told the man that he wants to be taught how to use magic, and will do his best to find another motivation. The old man didn’t respond right away, instead he studied the young boy before him looking for something not easily seen. Eventually he nodded, and told him, that he would teach him magic, but before he does, he has to prepare something for him then his training will begin. He introduced himself as Iarok Kaloka, and called his assistant in. Iarok then instructed him to introduce himself and to help Kihia start building up a natural resistance to freezing cold temperatures.

After a few days of rigorous training to increase Kihia’s resistance to cold temperatures (and a number of chores around the manor), Iarok had called Kihia into the clinical room of the house. The old man was standing in front of a desk that had something covered by a table cloth. The two stared long and hard at each other, Kihia finally broke the silence by saying, “You called…for me…old man..?” He was still not very trusting of the old man and was nervous to talk. Iarok gently smiled and gestured Kihia to come over to him, “I have made a very special gift for you young man, trusting you keep your promise and find a new motivation to learn underneath me.” Kihia waited a moment before he continued walking forward, A…gift…? Unsure Kihia slowly walked over to Iarok, nodding to signal that he plans to fulfill that promise. When Kihia got next to the old man, Iarok smiled and uncovered the object that was behind him. Kihia eyes widened and started to tear up with what laid there before him, It was an arm made out of Ice, the same size as his left with the exception it was a replica of an right arm. “I-I don’t….” Kihia couldn’t get the words out of his mouth, Iarok saw this had gone over and got a special made harness, “Now I know that this will not be able to replace a real arm, but it will be better than nothing…although we will constantly make adjustments until you stop growing.” He had said this with a smile, he knew then, that this young boy could be saved from the scars of his past.

After that moment Iarok had started training Kihia in the art of bōjutsu, and the basic fundamentals of Ice make magic. After a year Kihia had mastered bōjutsu and had started to be trained in various pole arm fighting styles, as well had mastered his first spell Ice make: Spear. For the next three years Kihia trained and lived with Iarok, who treated Kihia more like a son than an apprentice. One day however, Kihia had accidentally casted Ice Make: Knight during a training session which surprised Iarok. That night while they were treating Kihia’s injuries Iarok explained the history of that spell a bit,

“Ice make Knight… is an incarnation of a special ice make magic that formed special armor or weapons on the caster… The spell itself is said to be passed down by blood and it is not taught… however texts say that the spell is very powerful, but at an extreme cost is paid to use the spell…but yours… the cost is seems to be nearly doubled due to the fact that you only have one natural arm…”

After that day, Iarok always supervised when Kihia was training, he didn’t expect to ever see a form of the ice armor spell in his lifetime…due to it had not been seen in use for atleast a thousand years. For the next thirteen years Kihia trained under Iarok, mastering his style of Ice Make magic and close quarters combat.

Kihia was kneeling besides the elderly gentlemen he knew as Iarok. Kihia was crying a little, he had been with the old man for fourteen long years, and saw him as not only a teacher, but as a father. He had been called in, Iarok Kaloka was dying, the powerful ice make mage who had retired years ago.

Kihia stood there, studying the old man before him his right arm was unbandaged as it normally was in the presence of his teacher, “Old man…” He didn’t know what to say, he just stood there crying as he watched Iarok before he passed on. Iarok shakily raised his hand to silence Kihia and said, “Kihia…you have grown so much since you first came here…” he stopped as he started to cough violently, after the coughing subsided he continued, “You have perfected your magic style…and found new motivations in the process… I entrust to you…this house…and this weapon…” The old man gestured to a long weapon case by the wall. Kihia slowly got up and walked over to the weapon case, and opened it. Inside was a long pole arm shaft made out of metal, it was intricately designed and was silver in color. Kihia picked up the weapon, he felt his magic power naturally flow into the weapon, Was this always what the old man…had in mind… Iarok had specifically trained Kihia to be able to cast his magic and spells through objects. It was hard at first, but eventually he got to the point he could manifest his spells on an everyday broom, but this weapon naturally let the users magic flow through it. Kihia turned around to his teacher who was gently smiling. “That weapon is called Icarus, I had it made long ago before you were born… it was my weapon during my younger years…and I now entrust it to you may it serve you well…” Iarok stopped as another coughing fit started. Kihia knelt back down holding Icarus in front of him, “Old…man…I…” Iarok raised his hand again to signal Kihia to stop, “No thanks are needed my son…just use gifts and the skills I taught you…to live a normal life…that is my sole wish for you…” He stopped for a moment studying Kihia, “I have one last directive for you…I know you will not like it nor understand it at first…but please..go through with it… Kihia Avoa, the Frozen Knight…go to a port town far south of here, word had reached my ears that a Guild was recently brought back after it was destroyed…join it…and find something to truly live for…..” The last word faded out of Iarok’s mouth… he just had passed away.

Kihia stayed in the spot mourning for a solid hour, even when the servants outside had already started getting ready for the burial. Kihia eventually wiped away the tears and nodded, “As you wish…Old man… May I make you proud….and may you rest in peace…” Kihia then stood up and walked to his room to start getting ready… he was nervous on this prospect… he didn’t trust new people entirely still and had a bad habit of acting cold to them until he knew them, But… I will fulfill his wish… I will no matter how I feel about it…

1.Arrival of a Ice Mage
2.Arrival at Lamia Scale
3.To Earthland and Beyond!
4. Breaking and Exiting
5.A Wizards Grace
6.Warrior Meets Knight
7.The Rarest Flower
8.A Knights Secret
9.C Rank Exam
10. Strange Vulcans(Part 1)
11.to Catch a Cat
12.The Desert
13.Serpent Soul's Hunt for the King of Thieves
14.After a Hard Days Work
15.B-Rank Exam and Special Mission
16. Kaseki's Other Side
17.Annual Guildmasters meeting