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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Sitting, watching the events unfold, Mara couldn't help but feel slightly underutilized. It wasn't her place to decide though, so instead she sat with Gideon DeCarlo , taking a few notes while he did the brunt of the work. That's what he was here for after all. As everything was announced she wondered if she would have done things differently. But she didn't know, because she didn't have the information.
Drumming her fingers on her lap it at least seemed that this wouldn't be the same as the Eldouir trial, the Neveremere witches and Iliana's sentence nothing that would cause violence in the moment. Later maybe, but nothing here was going to be perfect with the many layers that surrounded the issue. The count was crude, the Allemeade's seemingly accepting. Bryce, no longer a marchioness, was showing the unpredictability that her matrix had shown. But the silence from the other's was more worrying still.
Mara leaned over to whisper to her assistant. "We are going to go over all of this later, don't expect to leave for a while." It wasn't her decision, but it was that of her queen, and that's all that mattered. She had a good head on her shoulders to not bend to the idea of collars so fast. One could hope that it would mean the start of a healing kingdom, but the advisor had no time for such fantasy. Especially when there were plans to execute the apparent leader of a cult.
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Post by Scout Kane on Sept 5, 2022 21:19:30 GMT -5
The tension in the air had been electric while everyone waited for queen Iliana to come forward with the verdicts. Scout was on the edge of her seat, front row of the audience so she could listen to the murmurs of the people to get a feeling of what their thoughts were on the situation.
When Iliana spoke, the woman held her breath, a thousand thoughts running through her head. This would determine the amount of anxiety and the level of unease the people would be feeling for a while. When the queen was done talking, she inaudibly let go of her breath that had been building up inside her lungs. The verdicts were in. They were harsh, but fair. She would never doubt the decisions of queen Iliana and king Cassian. She did realise however that there would be a lot of talking about this trial for the upcoming days, maybe even weeks.
Her eyes widened when the witch behind Cassian sewed Fischer's mouth shut. A soft babble of voices went through the room, and she shushed the people next to her.
The words Honora spoke were respectful, but just as well sent a shiver down her spine. The Eldouir family was a real pest in Lorendale, and the destruction that was left behind by Hiram Eldouir seemed to only ever grow.
As she watched the royal couple return to their thrones, the steward knew she'd be very busy lending an ear to the people of Lorendale. She wasn't sure how people would be feeling about the verdicts, knowing some people had hoped for the collars to come back into play. Personally she was glad it hadn't come to that. It would've declared war on the gifted, and driven them even more into a marginalized position within the kingdom. Their existence didn't much bother her, as long as they didn't cause too much chaos, like the Allemeades and Hiram Eldouir had done. Still, a movement like the Sons was inhumane to her.
While she waited for what would come next, Scout slouched down on her seat a little. The death sentence for Fischer... Wanting to see how that played out was an understatement. She didn't much care for seeing people die, the military had prepared her for that, but she was curious to know whether it would be a public affair or done without the presence of the people.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2022 21:23:18 GMT -5 by Scout Kane
Post by Baldovino Paccoretti on Sept 6, 2022 5:06:56 GMT -5
Baldo heard that their was a hearing about Fischer and the Allemends he been debating going all day. Thinking that he shouldn't go, that it was best for him and everybody else that he stay away. However, he felt like he needed to be there, so his only butler laid out a suitable outfit for him to wear as he headed towards the room. each step towards the room he was getting more nervous.
When he got in he made his way so he was at the back of the room near the exit so he can make a quick exit if needs be. The only maid he ever had, only true maid, he had was still at home with the children making sure that they are safe and well looked after well he was here after all this isn't a situation you should place kids in.
with everything that happening as well good thing he didn't bring his kids as what is happening is something he getting sneak peeks at what happening from where he is sitting.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Sept 7, 2022 17:03:30 GMT -5
Tybalt spent much of the trial busy.
Having spent days preparing for it, ensuring that absolutely nothing could possibly go wrong and that if somehow something did go awry, he couldn't have possibly done anything to prevent it. At time point, Tybalt would be quite satisfied if 90% of those gathered here today managed to leave with the same number of limbs and relatives as they had arrived with.
He couldn't help but wince when Remiel's sentence was pronounced. Surely, as captain of the Royal Guard, he bore some of the blame for putting them into a situation where they had had to fight for their lives. Although true, perhaps there had been other ways which wouldn't have ended in quite the same loss of life. Perhaps he would be able to find a compromise for the younger man at some point. For Honora and Bryce, Tybalt felt they were getting off comparatively likely for a crime which came perilously close to treason. In another world, Hiram could easily have killed the three Royal Guardsmen that day and he didn't think that the two Allemeades would have objected too much for anyone other than their relative.
If tomorrow the queen changed her mind and pardoned both of them, embracing them as her own sisters, it wouldn't sway the captain. In his mind, both were now forever and irrevocably tainted.
Already, in his mind, he was preparing for Fischler's execution.
Like much of Lorendale, he had been horrified by the way that the man had addressed his queen. Another day, he might well have tried to punish the man for it. That day would come. In some ways, he hoped that it would serve as an illustration of what manner of vulgar, brute he truly was. Of course, he would inevitably be a martyr in the eyes of many. A bridge to be crossed when they got to it.
There was Nolan of course. Dead and buried. Well, figuratively. A traitor. He shouldn't have but when Tybalt had learned of the situation, he had perhaps not been as disappointed as he perhaps should have been. It had been a terrible shock and one which honestly the captain hadn't seen coming. Ultimately though, it meant that he could paint the man in his head as a traitor and a villain. One of the few people to have ever questioned his loyalty and honesty had been removed from this world and had dragged their own name through the mud to such an extent that he doubted anyone would ever take his word over that of a Kane's...
The coming days would be rough. Tybalt was certain of that much. Still, at least it was a step forwards.
Post by Augustus Rainecourt on Sept 7, 2022 20:38:07 GMT -5
She’d done well. Exceedingly well.
As Iliana Rainecourt delivered her sentence, she looked every bit the monarch she’d been trained to be. Augustus wondered whether that day would come, or if she’d continue to be forced aside by the overbearing shadow of Cassian Rainecourt. But today, Iliana shone, enough to make Cassian look like what he was: an accessory to the rightful queen.
Fischer’s outburst made Augustus lift ever so slightly from his chair as if he could provide the defense that the guardsman, evidently, would not. But Fischer was quickly silenced by witch magic, a fact that made his nose wrinkle as if it were a foul stench in the air.
As the sentencing concluded and the Allemeades turned to go, Augustus watched them with skepticism. The Allemeades would always be a thorn in the monarchy’s side—of that he had no doubt. They lived in the past; dwelling on former injustices, instead of following Lorendale into the present and investing in its future. It was only a matter of time before they took one step too far and plunged to their demise. Augustus wouldn’t rejoice on that day, but he would feel comfort in knowing he was right all along.
When the rest of the crowd started to clear, Augustus, with Phaedra Rainecourt-Marx in tow, left the room with every intention of seeking his niece out sooner rather than later.
Post by Gideon DeCarlo on Sept 10, 2022 19:06:48 GMT -5
His wife had put on quite the fuss with Gideon about going to the trial especially after the last big trial. But he couldn't let Mara down she had kept him around this long and his work was speaking volumes for itself. How so much had changed for the playboy yet Fischer's outburst caught him momentarily offguard and he thought what such a foul man, even more daunting was the coralation of his pure blood speech and how the DeCarlo family once saw things. Tomfoolery for sure and the horror of witch magic was somehow satisfying as he peeled his eyes away from the silenced man.
Gideon had never recorded, wrote, detailed, and stay as focused as he had with the trial. He was actually eager to discuss it with Mara later, his curiosity about her point a view hungry. His brain and heart ready to be tested.
Post by Phaedra Rainecourt-Marx on Sept 14, 2022 18:59:56 GMT -5
Phaedra kept her face fixed, her countenance controlled. Whatever she thought of what unfolded, it wouldn't be seen on her face. She sat quietly beside her husband, not speaking, not moving, simply listening. When he moved to leave she was indeed in tow.
Post by Iliana Rainecourt on Sept 17, 2022 16:26:33 GMT -5
Iliana hadn't expected Cassian to descend with her, but found herself glad that he had. Because watching Fischer's mouth and eyes stitch together had been something of nightmares. The way her eyes widened might have even suggested it, but she quickly shoved it down when Bryce had begun to speak. Her green eyes landing on the woman who she couldn't trust. She didn't trust, before she looked to Honora. Her heart aching as they turned to leave.
Her words were final, and she wouldn't take them back. So instead, she took Cassian's offered arm and with everyone dismissed, the two royals left the courtroom. The crown weighing more than it ever had on her head.