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.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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Remiel had been asked to remain at the palace, he couldn't think of anything else but to see Honora. However the wound in his side had to be looked at so after being escorted to one of the hundreds of rooms he asked if they could get a Witch medic and if they could find Honora and ask if she would come see him.
The witch showed up first to see to his wound care, it was rough she admitted but it wasn't life threatening. Remi would sit quietly as she worked his nerves growing as he waited to see if Honora would come. Blue eyes focused on the open door.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 19, 2022 18:44:57 GMT -5
Honora had left a note telling Bryce Allemeade where she was going. Since being sequestered at the palace, they’d both kept close to one another. Any separation that lasted longer than anticipated was cause for concern. Honora didn’t trust anyone under this roof, not anymore. It was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
She walked through the familiar halls without anyone stopping her. People crossed halls to avoid her, refusing to make eye contact, even if they were once on friendly terms. Honora was suspicious now, or at the very least, a controversy to be avoided. Which suited Honora just fine. She was done smiling and politely dipping her head. Lines creased next to her mouth where they didn’t before. Her eyes looked sunken, haunting shadows dancing in their depths.
This was the woman Remiel would see when she appeared in the doorway. For a moment, she’d just look down at him, features empty, devoid of all warmth and color. Then, she’d summon a smile. Honora’s eyes would grow sad, and the light, however dim, would return to her eyes.
“Remi…” Honora moved forward, laying a hand on his arm. There was nothing else she could say. Her light eyes searched his face, not sure what they sought to find.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 20, 2022 9:48:24 GMT -5
The Witch was delicate as she worked, Remi had managed to close his eyes focusing on...
"Remi..."
Honora.
He didn't flinch but he did open his eyes to meet his sister's, he couldn't speak at first as he tried to look her over until she rested her hand on him. He tensed slightly fear of seeing what she had made him see yet he didn't move or jump up to step away. The Witch however stood after applying a bandage over his clean and dressed wound, "You are fixed Leutinent, I wouldn't be lifting to much for a few days let the stitches do their thing. You can remove and change that dressing tomorrow, but you both have a good evening," she grabbed up her things and left closing the door behind her.
Remiel did stand this time, buttoning his shirt his eyes never leaving Honora's. Then he stood there wondering if she would resist a hug because he was fighting every urge to do so, checking to make sure she was real and not .. physically hurt .. yet that glaring image of the last time he saw her it was so angry. It felt like hate and it was all directed at him.
"Honora...I..am..if I had known," he stopped, he didn't know what to say about all of it.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 20, 2022 11:15:05 GMT -5
Honora watched him for a long moment, sifting through the fractured pieces of her mind to find which ones actually belonged to her. Not to Hiram, not to Zahaela, but to the Honora that was. Eventually, she pulled enough together to form a whole, to move forward and embrace Remiel.
“It’s alright,” Honora soothed, holding onto him tight, “It’s alright.” She leaned into him, letting herself sink into the warmth of his arms before pulling back. “There was nothing you could have done.”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 20, 2022 18:53:57 GMT -5
When she embraced him Remiel sunk in his sister like he was the little brother, but when she pulled back Remi pulled back and that's when he lost it. He buried his face into curve of her neck just as the tears broke through his lashes to spill down his cheeks. Remi shook his head against her shoulder, "no it isn't..nothing is alright, if I hadn't attacked if I had known Luna was going to stumble out of those woods...," mentioning her name wounded his scarred heart, "I am sorry," he bellowed finally pulling back his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, "I would have given myself to him to save her...and you...and.. Bryce," he worked his large hands up to place on both sides of the cheeks of her face his thumb stroking her face softly as his blue eyes bounced all over her face as if he was taking mental pictures of her, "but I am so fucking grateful that you are here Honora, c...can you forgive me?"
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 20, 2022 20:42:37 GMT -5
“I know. I know you would.”
Any resentment she may have harbored against Remi was carefully shelved away. Right now, being an Allemeade was enough to erase whatever emotional clutter had piled up between them. They only had each other now. Honora put her hands on his shoulders, expression firm and gaze set. “There’s nothing to forgive.”
Honora would urge him to sit, dragging him back to whatever bed they had him on so that they could talk. “What have they asked you? Iliana and the king?”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 20, 2022 22:14:03 GMT -5
Remiel let her lead him to the bed where he sat, the back his of hands wiped away tears sniffling loudly to clear his now stuffy sounding nose, "They asked me about the events at the road, about him," he wouldn't say the man's name for fear that it would summon him right there, "why he was there. Why he was you," his blue eyes found his sister's, "They asked me what transpired at Eldouir estate after the courthouse incident then dismissed me but I was summoned to speak to Queen Illiana...alone. She asked me to remain here within the Palace for my safety...she asked me about where Bryce had been."
He let that hang in the air for a few silent moments his hands rubbing together, "...and I told her the truth, I didn't know."
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 21, 2022 9:02:57 GMT -5
“Good,” Honora responded, looking at Remiel, weighing her options before finally settling on:
“We can’t trust them anymore, Remiel. I hope you know that.” Them. The non-gifteds. Yes, perhaps they could work to come to a compromise, but Honora had ceased believing they were on the same side. That they could be understood and protected by those who didn’t share their power.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 21, 2022 13:29:20 GMT -5
He knew who she was referring to, the 'them' was Non-Gifted, and it made him look at her. Remi didn't know what to say or how to react so he looked away rubbing his hands together processing it all.
Finally, "Then what do we do Honora? I mean you have to have a plan if you are saying we just sever out ties with everyone that isn't Gifted, mass exodus like the Eldouir? Kill a few and take off...," she had to have a plan and Remi was desperate to hear it because this time he had to pick his family or lose them for good, "or do us Allemeade's tuck our tails and just go live a secluded life in the sticks? Because I don't see either going over well, and I don't see anything but bloodshed either way."
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 21, 2022 20:02:01 GMT -5
“We do neither.” The dark shadow passed over her face again before the light quickly returned. The Allemeades would no longer live in fear, nor would they flee like the Eldouir. Honora had known a life of solitude that Remiel and Bryce couldn’t fathom. Bloodshed may come, but cowardice would not be its predecessor.
“Gifteds must be allowed to self-determine,” Honora said simply, as if her conclusion were forgone, “The non-gifted fear us living among them, so perhaps we should not. Perhaps it is time we cut a corner of the world for ourselves.” Honora softened for a moment, gazing at Remiel.
“You experimented with it at Allemeade Keep by providing safe haven to gifteds. And it worked.”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 21, 2022 20:10:51 GMT -5
"So we go to the farm?" Remiel was confused how was cutting a place for them different than the Eldouir taking over Dresmond?
He rubbed his left temple, "Where do we go? Who would let us live in peace on this giant rock and water? I mean there isn't a lot of places to go that we wouldn't have to conquer or take from others, how will we get others onboard? Unless you know something I don't. And I refuse...refuse to go and align myself with Hiram Eldouir."
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 22, 2022 6:58:23 GMT -5
“Perhaps the farm. Perhaps somewhere else.” Honora shook her head, calm enduring as Remiel spoke, “The king is no fool. Surely he can see the status quo is untenable. Maybe he can be reasoned with. If not…” Honora let the sentence drift off into the possibilities, all of them darker than the next.
“Gifteds will want what they’ve always wanted: freedom. If we can offer it to them, I believe they’ll take it.” The mention of Hiram had the shadow passing over Honora’s features again: darkness called forward as if reminded of who planted it there.
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 22, 2022 8:54:02 GMT -5
"And what if they want to put us in collars?" Remiel had to know what they, they being his remaining family, would do if that was the judgement passed in fact it was such a heavy question that Remi stood so the iron that sat in his gut wouldn't crush his heart.
He pushed the hair that had grown longer from neglect back, "Dammit we did nothing wrong! But how come I feel like we are receiving all the blame? It's Cassian, I know it, he acted like I enjoyed doing what I did but was I not to defend myself?"
Post by Honora Allemeade on Aug 24, 2022 12:14:14 GMT -5
The mention of the collar had Honora’s expression change. Something shifted in her, like the lock of a door being flipped with a click. The softness in her features hardened and something—someone—vaguely familiar would haunt the lines of her face.
“The Allemeades will not be collared again. No matter what it takes to prevent it.” It was a promise. The memories of Bryce and Coheed—her memories now—were pressing against her mind, struggling to break free from the corner they’d been imprisoned in.
“We are blamed because we frighten them. And I won’t apologize for their fear—not anymore. If they wish to work to a peaceable solution, fine. But we will defend ourselves, for they failed to defend us.”
Post by Remiel Allemeade on Aug 28, 2022 9:29:44 GMT -5
"I'll hope for peace then," but the blue eyed and blonde haired farmer turned soldier turned evidently monster knew within his heart that peace wasn't in the forceable future, he stood from the bed coming to a stop in the center of the room with hands on his hips, "but I understand," Remi had questions but he simply decided that Honora knew what she was doing, she had been right all along. He for a moment became focused on the tall dresser in the room.
Had Remiel put so much faith in to people who were only afraid of him? Did he have friends, like Tybalt or Titus?
"Whatever we do, we do it together," he finally turned from the dresser to look back at Honora.