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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Kat wished she was about ten shots deep at this point. Might have dulled the headache that all of this was causing. Octavius would never get it, and Regan wouldn't understand until she was trapped in a marriage that as a woman in Nevermere was binding till death or the man decided it was. Especially for a commoner raised up high.
And it angered her that neither were even trying to think of it from her side. So Kat did what she did best and closed off with her claws out. "Glad you've decided that now you've dragged us both here." Men really did think they could just do whatever and have it all work out. "I don't need this."
Dealing with it at home was enough. She never should have told her partner. This is what happened when you trusted others outside your family. Attempting to pull her hand free again, Kat's arm bumped into the table sending any glasses and drinks falling that happened to be resting.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 12, 2023 8:47:37 GMT -5
Octavius dropped his eyes at her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe he had just been doing this for himself. Because, selfishly, he wanted two of his closest friends to be okay with other another. But maybe he needed to embrace a world where they weren't. Maybe that was okay, too.
Her hand pulled free and the drinks crashed to the ground. Octavius held his ground for a long moment, eyes still downcast, heavy with the shame of this failed attempt.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 14, 2023 12:14:26 GMT -5
Regan had checked out entirely. She sat there, looking dumbly between Kat and Octavius, the already shoddy emotional intelligence wiring in her brain short-circuiting as she watched things fall apart. Regan understood Kat as much as she was able. But she remembered what it had been like to be in love—well, what she’d thought was love—and if he’d wanted her, there wasn’t a thing he could have done that would have made her leave. Because when you’re used to having no one, to have someone who hurt you was better than not having anyone at all.
Maybe that was the difference between them. Maybe it was a difference too big to reconcile.
Regan shrunk back from the falling flaggons. After a stunned moment, she bent to pick them up and place them back on the table, mumbling apologies to any nearby patrons.
”Guess it’s out with a bang then.” Turning on her heel, Kat was annoyed, not embarrassed. While it shouldn’t be surprising that someone else in her life was choosing Regan over her it still had come as a shock.
It was a good day for some training alone, and so Kat strode out, sadly not drunk enough for the whole situation.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Feb 24, 2023 2:57:12 GMT -5
Octavius delayed. He had two friends here. Two hurting people he had just failed to help. His mind pulled him one way, his body the other, and thus he stood frozen.
Only after a long moment of silence and inactivity did he look to Regan. There was an unspoken apology in his eyes.
Without a word he headed for the exit. He wouldn’t chase Kat down nor force her to talk to him. He did, however, follow her. She likely knew it. When she reached the training grounds he would only linger long enough for her to know he was there before he slipped away.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 24, 2023 12:08:14 GMT -5
By the time she returned the flagons to the table, Kat was gone. Not knowing what else to do, she just stood there, waiting for Octavius to say something. Anything. She wanted him to crack a joke, or reassure her, or somehow make this whole thing less painful and mortifying than it already was.
Regan looked at Octavius and saw his unspoken apology. She looked back at him, looking small and uncomfortable and naked, like a cat left out in the rain. When he left Regan slumped back into the booth. She sat there for a long time, and with each passing moment it felt more and more like that tavern in Loren where she’d first reached for someone that wasn’t hers, and he had reached back.
Eventually, Regan stood, paid for their drinks and shuffled back to Othello.