The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
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In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
The tour wasn’t just putting in a face. There was real work to be done, and accounts to be taken.
The morning after they arrived, Cassian called for a private meeting with Odina. His detail surrounded him, Regan Lassiter and Alys included, though the other guards peeled off as Cassian entered into the hut of the governor.
“Lady Ellis.” He greeted, dipping his head. She would be present with whoever she wished to have attending her, though Cassian had requested a private meeting.
“I wish to check in on the state of your progress.” He had made what he wanted her to do here abundantly clear.
Post by Odina Ellis on Apr 25, 2024 18:27:13 GMT -5
Her nephew would only find Odina and P'ol, the child was doing Nevermeren studies when the King arrived but both stopped to rise and great Cassian regardless. Odina was putting on a strong front for her nephew abandoning her cane to show she wasn't as bad as she had got, but inside and every muscle cried out on exhaustion. Dismissing P'ol to finish her studies quietly Odina gave her nephew a kind smile, "Tis very good to see you your Majesty," she would gesture to a seat and offer Cassian to sit first, if he so declined she'd remain standing locking her hands behind her back, "My progress straight to the point nephew, the brandings as you know have ceased and whatever cult of followers Isolde has as well, I think we are at the most compliant Cambria has been since ever...everyone reacted and worked together during the most recent sickness outbreak," she and P'ol had been saved because of it, "I believe during my rest however find a solution to trust bringing everyone together; you've stationed soldiers here since you acquired Cambria but they rotate out and it's new faces every time which means more time building rapport between Nevermere soldiers and Cambrian Warriors," she paused to let everyone start drawing some conclusions while she collected more thought in her proposal, "I say Soldier," she continued, "and I say Warrior because both go hand in hand, your Majesty I propose that we do something permanent? I had the idea of a city, Nevermere soldiers settling here for good to run a military academy..."
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Apr 28, 2024 13:34:35 GMT -5
Cassian would accept the seat, taking it and expecting her to sit as well. She put on a good front indeed, but if anything in her appearance belayed her pain then he would catch it, for his sharp eye was fixed intently on her.
At her proposal, he listened, and when she finished he nodded.
“A military training program.” He repeated. From his understanding, it was the Cambrian women who should be training the Nevermereans…but then, the training camps were more than just technical combat, weren’t they? With these camps, the women would learn to fight with Nevermere. They would learn their ways.
“It is a good proposal. I will see to its execution.” He said, no smile on his lips as there might have been otherwise, were he a warmed person. Alas.
“Additionally,” he said, unwavering, no room in his coming words for argument, “the daughters of Cambria will begin etiquette training in Skia beginning at the age of six and ending at twelve. All girls currently within this range will be taken to schools set up by the coin of the throne to receive a proper Nevermerean education. When they return to Cambria, if they so choose to, they will enter the training program here. If they choose to remain in Skia, they will be trained there. This is an announcement I want you to deliver to the people, seeing as you have made headway with them since your time here.”