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.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
At the beginning of February 2022 the site will experience a 5 year time jump! The IC year will jump from 822 to 827! This gives us about 8 months to prepare our characters for that jump. We plan to host very intentional planning sessions to help everyone get their plots and characters ready for this! As of this moment, one thing you should all start considering is making sure the threads your characters are in are furthering your character's stories.
Kezia had spent time preparing with the others. It was the night before the war, and she and the others had been told to get some rest. That they'd need to eat a good meal, get ready for the battle that was coming. The numbers were larger than they had ever fought before. It made her stomach tighten up at the thought. She had barely eaten during the past couple of days. So maybe a full meal would help her in the long run.
She had waited long enough that most of the others had gotten meals and she checked on a few others. She had already been told that Tempest wanted her to step in when commanded. And Kezia had been honored that she was trusted like that. To lead others. Sure she taught them, but this would be her working over battle and war plans in her mind and directing them within seconds to others.
The one thing that was a welcome sight was the fact that rogues had been showing up as time passed. Clearly the twins were making their way through Dresmond and sending the message that Danior had sent out. They could use all the help they could get, which was why when the little curly haired woman spotted a familiar rogue, a bright smile burst over her face. She practically ran at him and wrapped him into her arms. "Garrick!" Raiden was hot on her heels, stopping not too far away from his Dresmondi.
Garrick didn't much like traveling with caravans. They were slow, loud, and boring. Still, it was what Danior was doing right now, so it was what Garrick was doing. His loyalty to the man wasn't out of obligation, but friendship. He was glad to travel with the fella, regardless of the medallion he wore around his neck.
Argos was using his element to play with some kids and Garrick was walking nearby when a little rugrat jumped him. No, no, that was just tiny Kezia coming in for a hug. He caught her in his arms, looking shocked, then pleased, and wrinkled his nose as he grinned down at her.
"Hey Kay." He said, finding it hard to consider her sexy right now; she just seemed like a child. That was no matter. There was a different Dresmondi woman on his mind these nights.
Kezia hadn't quite understood ever being without a caravan. A home of sorts. She liked being with the others and yet seeing all the new sights as they got to travel through Dresmond. But it made her miss others who were not within her caravan. She also had the chance to stay within the one she was born into when she went through her own Conclave. She had never had to worry about adjusting to a whole new way of life. She was able to step right back into the arms of her family with a name and a dyr.
But when the rogues came through, she had come to enjoy their time. Garrick normally came through with Danior. Becoming one of the few that traveled with The One as he went between the four caravans. So she was not surprised to see him here. "I'm glad to see you here. Wish it was under better circumstances." She said, stepping back from him as she spoke, grinning broadly up at him. "How are you and Argos doing?"
Garrick reached, without asking, and attempted to sink his fingers into Kezia's inviting curls. If he succeeded, he would scrunch his fingers twice, almost as if he were scratching her scalp, and then remove them the saw way they had gone it, making sure not to disrupt it too much.
"Really now," he agreed, "we shouldn't be seeing one another this often. We've already met our quota for this half year." He said this in reference to the recent conclave, of course. Garrick's expression settled into a playful smirk.
"We're ready." He assured her. "You two?" His eyes flickered towards Raiden.
She shook her head when his hand left her hair in a playful manner. Quirking a brow up before she tossed some of the hair over her shoulder, letting it bounce back into place as it would. “So I’m assuming that means that you are more than willing to make up for the inconvenience of taking more of my time.” She toyed with him. “Or you can make sure to park your wagon on the other side.” She turned and placed a hand over her eyes as if shielding the sun would help her find the better spot. Her hand lifting and pointing to a random spot. “Over there would be good.”
Raiden rubbed lightly against her legs. “As ready as we can be. We made sure our perches are well stocked and the others are good. At least, as best as we can be.” She looked up at him.
"Hey now!" Garrick returned, his expression as playful, "no one tells a rogue where to park his wagon. That's like rogue freedom number one." He showed her his teeth and waggled his head, as if looking to be slapped. It was easy to be lighthearted, to be all fun and games, but that was because it was hard to look at the ugly of what was to come. It was sad to think of those who would die. Better to joke. Better to play. Better to be a rogue with fewer attachments in these times than someone like Kezia with much to lose.
As ready as we can be. That's all any of them could say, wasn't it? They wouldn't grasp the entirety of what was coming upon them until it was here.
"Well," Garrick said, his tone conclusive, eyes drifting up to scan the next place he'd be walking to, "make sure you are."
She lifted her brows high on her forehead. “All I suggested was either parking it far from mine, or just joining mine. Suggested. Not a command.” She said with a laugh. This was easy. The playful, flirty banter that the two had previously. The two week stint that the two had together a while back. This was what she wished she could go back to. Maybe she could when this was all over. Maybe she’d be able to part ways with him after this battle and see him at the next Conclave. Flirt, dance, maybe even kiss him again. But first, they had to get through this.
She saw the way he looked out. Her own looking out and lingering for a moment at the nothing. “I ask for a dance around the bonfire afterwards then. A Garrick special.” She said lightly, her voice dropping a bit from her usual easiness.
Garrick swayed his head towards Kezia to flash her a grin.
"And I'll ask for a kiss." He promised, because he too enjoyed the times they'd been physical with one another, and wouldn't mind returning to that place. The grin didn't last long. It fell away as he raised his sight to look for The One.
Garrick would lift a hand towards her in parting. It wasn't as if he was going far. They'd see one another as they prepared, and likely on the battle field too.