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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Drystan mentally parsed through the information he had and the gaps in it. Because he knew he didn't have all the information, just as he knew that the group he'd discovered didn't have all the information either. The ones holding the information were back in Nevermere, behind enemy lines. Acting on the little he had now would render anything else pointless, no better than dirt. The trick was making sure that Hiram saw it from his perspective, letting them think they were ahead and then crushing them.
"The witch said she was from Nevermere, that they had an interest in what was happening here. She didn't say why, nor did her pet soldier boy. Who unfortunately bares a striking resemblance to their military commander, so culling him early felt too risky to tip our hand about knowing they crossed into our territory."
There was a tightness around the corneres of his eyes, at the back of his head. Sometimes, being mist more than man was a little too easy to sink into these days that his body felt off afterwards on occasion.
"As for the Dresi, nothing worthwhile. One was seemed like she might twitch out of her mind but none of them gave any actual information. They didn't trust the Nevermerans, either." He had the map in his mind of information that he needed and where he needed to go to start looking. "With Nevermere looking our way... I plan to go and sift through what they know, find out what their plans are. Let them feel confident only to crush them underfoot like the bugs they are."
It was a request, even if he hadn't phrased it like one. If Hiram said no, he would find other avenues of sniffing out what he needed to know. Somehow.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Sept 14, 2022 12:29:31 GMT -5
Hiram had been caught by Drystan while he was in the middle of...something. Doing something to someone and with a certain kind of vengeful zeal. Thus he listened, but with little interest, and at the end of what his cousin had to say Hiram offhandedly told him,
"Do it. Bring the witch back here while you're at it. You could sift, or you could just take the source and bleed it of its information." He smiled mockingly, as if that solution had been obvious and Drystan's suggestion to do something less effective was cute.
There was a pinch at the corners of Drystan's eyes, barely visible. Incomplete information was certainly a peeve of his.
"This was a scouting party, at best, so what do you think they could possibly know? Or I bring back more, let them blindly walk into a trap of our design. Use their plans against them."
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Sept 20, 2022 14:03:15 GMT -5
Hiram sighed as he looked at his cousin. Always the schemer. Always halfway playing the game, halfway breaking the rules. Why couldn't more Eldouirs be like Hiram? He didn't only broke the rules, but he rewrote the game. There were too many opportunities to die in this life for him to play it safe or to try to be smart about things. He came in, and he came in hard, and he'd kill anyone or anything that twitched the wrong way.
"I know a thing or two about the king of Nevermere." He said the words with a curled lip, a scoff in his tone, as Cassian Rainecourt was a spineless bastard in Hiram's book. "If he sent people here, they know what we want to know. And if they don't?" He shrugged. "Kill em. It's not that hard."
Drystan shifted his weight, leaning into the wall just slightly. Planning, scheming, contingencies. That's what he was raised and trained to do in order to protect the family. And he was good at it, even if Hiram didn't like his methods.
"So if we kill her, they realize we know, they change their plans. Rinse and repeat, again and again." There was a slight glimmer in his eye, faint but it was there. "If they keep sending ants, I would rather it be on our terms."
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Sept 20, 2022 20:05:00 GMT -5
"They realize we know what?" Hiram snapped, golden gaze narrowing on Drystan. "That their attention is now on us? That it's very likely that Nevermerean witches will infiltrate at some point to attack all that we have built here?" He stepped towards his cousin as he spoke. "You know what? If you want to sit on your hands and possibly get killed by her or another witch or their army when they come--because they will come--then be my guest. Fuck it. You handle this situation." He turned his head and spat to the side, a wonder he didn't do it in Drystan's face.
"I don't wanna hear any shit apology from you when it turns out I'm right. Don't come crawling back ashamed. Die, and kill as many of them as you do."
Drystan didn't back down when Hiram stepped towards him, but he didn't step up to him either. Instead he tilted his head just enough as Hiram snapped at him. "I'm almost offended you think I would get caught." His voice was dry, drier and cooler than it had been in a long time. "A compromise, then. I'll follow them for now. If this witch actually knows something, I'll bring her back. If not, I'll slip into Nevermere."
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Sept 23, 2022 12:41:40 GMT -5
Hiram wasn't moving towards Drystan to threaten him. He was doing it for practical reasons--to be able to reach him more easily if he decided his dear old cousin needed some physical reforming.
"And you're an idiot if you don't think it's a possibility." He knew already that Drystan was going to lose. This was an opportunity, and he was botching it. But then, everyone needed a change to fail so that they could see how much they needed Hiram.
"What do you think you will do in Nevermere?" He asked, only morbidly curious, not sincere.
He knew Hiram wasn't sincere as he lifted his chin just enough to maintain eye contact with his cousin. Just as he knew there was enough of a chance he could actually get caught if he wasn't careful.
"What I do best. Linger, learn all of their secrets, listen from the corners, disappear who I need to disappear." He'd made plenty disappear in Lorendale after the collars came off, certain handlers for the family or people who knew a little too much about their Gifts in the worst way.
"Whatever I need to do is what I will do." There was an underlying steel, a hardness that came out in relation to doing whatever was needed to be done for the sake of the Eldouirs, whatever was needed for the family.