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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She had been told to be prepared for any “potential unrest”. But the light that suddenly burst through the window of her temporary home said anything but. Thankfully she had packed up a few things in the little waist pouch she always wore around her waist. It had the usual three items she always carried (greater healing potion, stamina potion, fire breathing potion); but she slipped an extra something from the military wing into her little bag: paralysis potion. Which meant when she saw the flames, she only had to pull her boots and weapons and waist pouch on before running out the door, yelling for her partner Nery.
Bursting out of her home, she skidded to a stop as she watched the tornado of weapons start to fall. With a quick move she ran forward, only for crashing metal to come tumbling one by one. She pressed herself into a door frame, eyes wide as she watched the pieces fall. Waiting for the last crash of the weapons before she was barking orders in the chaos. Ordering women and children, men too if they listened, back into their homes. With Nery quick on her heels, she’d look for her soldiers.
“Find the King’s Huntsman and assist her,” she’d tell the first couple soldiers she found. The next few, “Keep the others at bay. They are safer inside.” Dark hair whipped behind her as she rushed to find the ring of fire around her. With a quick incantation, she’d try to make a small gap in the fire, if successful she’d use the gap to jump through the flames and ask: “what are we looking for?!” To Regan.
Kat was on guard with Octavius and the fire had easily caught their attention, quickly breaking into a run, thank the goddess they were close the to the water.
Surveying the scene it was, to be blunt, a shit show. She strode toward Ellison wishing that she could be in Neveremere. And that’s when something opened, a blackness she had never seen. ”What the….”
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Oct 21, 2022 6:18:04 GMT -5
Octavius was by Kat’s side, as he always was. They had heard the alarms and come running, as to be expected. He didn’t expect to see the scene they came upon.
With sword in hand and an expression of fear combined with disbelief, the guard stared up at the tornado of metal, making sure to stay clear out of its way.
When Kat moved he was prepared to protect her, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
As it just so happened, Willa Wren of Cambria was in Coheed. She had pitched her tent, as she always refused Coheed huts, and was reclining in it when the cries started. Drawn to disorder, she ripped from the tent and set her green eyes on the flames, the only thing she could see from her distance, as she metal blended in with the night. A good thing, too, for if she had seen the metal wielded she surely would have rushed to the scene. As it was, she didn’t care if a Coheed ship burned. She crossed her arms over her chest and let her gaze dance in the sky with the smoke.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Oct 21, 2022 16:53:02 GMT -5
Since his return Kaalim had moved from the Governor's house with his wives and children, a decent sized hut. They were enjoying their supper when the the thunderous knocking came from the door: instant alarm and a sharp edge creeped over Kaalim as he did a quick head count. Everyone of his were there, he leapt to his feet rushing to the door jerking it open Kaalim didn't need them to tell him about seeing the fire as it lit the night sky up. Shoving the man out of the way he took off towards the smoke and flames.
The closer the big man got in his sprint he saw the tail end of the metal tornado dying, it wasn't just a fire. The rune tattoos that covered his bare skinned body grew bright white, as did his eyes. The dark skinned man was turning grey, his size and muscle mass increased the already large warrior was now a towering 8'7" a massive 1,500 pounds of intimidating muscle, the noise that left him was a gutteral rage filled yell.
If anyone tried to stop him the beast wouldn't slow down, it was full steam a head as he crashed upon the scene. The battle hardened mind wasn't as detailed as Kaalim's when quickly surveying the field. It was utter chaos of metal and fire his glowing white eyes went straight to the burning ship, getting in a three point stance he lined his massive frame at the hull of the burning ship. He took off at a full sprint aiming to put himself through the ship.
Post by Rael Quinnson on Oct 22, 2022 10:52:46 GMT -5
Shouts of “fire!” were what roused Rael from his hut. Working his feet into his boots as he pushed through the door, slinging Victory over his shoulder and tugging his pants up around his waist, he made for the chaos at the docks.
It was the prospect of another Eldouir incursion that inspired him to snatch the enchanted wristband from a table and pocket the invisibility stone he kept stashed beside it. The collar he pulled from a chest and the scythe he collected from where it hung beside his door were in hand by the time he saw the flames and smoke climbing from the shore.
Hooking the collar against his belt and brandishing his scythe in one hand, Rael retrieved the stone in his pocket. By the time his fingers closed around his palm, he had blinked out of sight, disappearing seemingly into thin air as he raced for the chaos at the docks.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 22, 2022 20:27:00 GMT -5
Grant got the potion down before he was knocked into the water. Fuck. He grumbled wildly and totally incoherently as he surfaced from the water, closing his eyes to shield them from the blowback of wood and metal.
What a shithole, this place was. Coheed. Fucking hellhole. He spit a good amount of water out and swam towards the shore, well acquainted with the ocean having been born in Nevermere.
He drew himself up upon the remnants of the dock when what seemed like a human missile shot past him.
He glanced and watched the oversized-werewolf-thing fly through the air, dragging the rest of his own heavy ass onto the dock and rolling as the thing rocketed through the Drowned Canary.
Even as most of the women ran back to their homes to watch over their children, a select few were rushing towards the chaos unfolding around the burning ship, Catrin at the front of them. Of course, no one had deigned to specifically tell the new women warriors that help was needed. And none of the women trailing behind Catrin seemed as confident as she was about rushing towards the danger, sword in hand.
But even Catrin slowed to a stop, eyes widening. She heard it first, her keen ears picking up the sounds of the metal tornado before she saw it. Her gaze skipped all around, utterly confused as to how they could possibly help with this.
And then an impossibly massive creature appeared and shot itself at the boat, and Catrin could only stand and watch, mouth agape.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Jan 10, 2023 19:44:34 GMT -5
Dead of night. Rian was not up, instead he was in a deep sleep, Magda Ivanova curled up against his side. Both resting peacefully in their new home, as Chieftain, or as Nevermere called it, Governor. It would be from the dead of sleep that a pounding came to his door, causing him to launch from the bed in the well lit room that they slept in. His eyes wide and instantly grabbing for a weapon that usually was on his bedside but seemed to be gone.
Yanking on clothes, he ripped his door open to find a wide eyed man yelling about a fire at the docks and… “Nevermere is attacking.” he didn’t wait long, yanking on his thick hide armor straight over him. He looked back for Magda if she had rose and demanded she stay there. At least until the noise died down that sounded like a large metal monster was whirling outside. Except it would start to die down and eventually metal clanged to the ground.
Rian, without a weapon, ran forward maneuvering around random piles of discarded weapons. At least he knew he didn’t need to worry about finding one. He brushed past Cardin who seemed to stand and watch, and he turned to her, blue eyes hard, “Don’t just stand there. Move! Defend those who can’t.” He clipped before he was moving back towards the flickering light that was fire. He was rounding a corner when the brightest blaze caught him and he threw a hand up to block some of the heat. Pressing to the side of the building, he looked out to the blaze before he’d crouch and reach for a sword. His fingers humming at the contact with it as he brought it into his possession to defend or attack with.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jan 10, 2023 19:55:08 GMT -5
He could feel himself fading, fucking witch bitch, it was his last resort: first he would draw to him a cocoon of steel to encase his own body before mustering up what he had left in his tank Othello clustered what he could into a solid chunk of distorted bent steel, blades knives, swords, and like the bottom it dropped down upon his ship.
What began as a heated exchange between Regan and Othello was rapidly growing into what had potential to be a battle royale.
As Othello faded he drew the last of his strength into his final move: to drop metal on his ship. In the time he took to first draw the steel in to encase his body, others were on the move. Grant was swimming for the shore. Regan was launching herself off of the ship and towards the collar she had her eyes set on. Kaalim was running. The boat was already sinking from the anvil that had torn through its hull. The combined efforts of the gifted and the former Chieftain would successfully sink the ship. Kaalim, having plowed through the ship, would find himself in the water.
Regan’s head was spinning. Her sight was jumping. She was shifting through metal one moment, and the next it was gone. Or was it just her vision going black? Ellison joined her in the hellfire.
Othello slumped to the ground, passed out from asphyxiation. Unless the curse was lifted in the next seconds, or else someone found a way to help him breathe, he would die.
The majority of Coheedsmen believed the chaos to be a fire, but the natural assumption upon seeing the metal was that the Eldouir had returned as they promised to do. The Nevermerean soldiers hardly knew what to think, though they stood at the ready. The moment the metal fell from the sky soldiers of Nevermere surged forward, calling for Coheedsmen (and women) to return to their huts, attempting to gain control of the situation.
[Post Order: Regan and Ellison first, Kaalim next, and no order afterwards]
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 11, 2023 16:23:25 GMT -5
Focus. Focus.
Regan could taste bile at the back of her throat. Surely the healing potion would be taking effect soon. She just had to hold on until then. Though usually tempting, the urge to shift into her werewolf form was now nearly unbearable. It took enough of her concentration to stop it that the curse on Othello was lifted. It had done what it needed to do: to knock him unconscious and subdue the gifted enough for her to try to salvage this operation. Regan felt around in the space where the collar should be, blinking as if all she had was something in her eye.
Ellison arrived like an angel through the flames.
“Collar.” Regan choked out, gesturing in the general vicinity of where it should be. It was then that she was starting to realize that they might not have time. That the collar, lost somewhere, might not be of use to them anymore. How had she not thought about its metal-ness in the first place?
Regan heard the massive splash of the Kaalim entering the water.
“No time,” Regan said, starting to search more frantically, “We have to get him out. Call a summoning. Something.” She could save this. She could still save this. Regan would continue searching, still mindful that Kaalim was not far off. If she didn't find the collar by the time Kaalim reached shore, she’d turn to face him, putting herself between Ellison and the once chieftain. If she did find the collar, she’d hand it to Ellison and turn to him then.
**ELLISON:** Looking up, Ellison saw the look on Regan’s face. Could see her blinking as if she was trying to see but couldn’t and only adrenaline was coursing through her and no carrying her on. “Regan,” her voice was hard and commanding, position over her or not, Ellison knew what it was like to have troops under her. To be responsible for many others, and in that moment she felt responsible for the fact that Regan seemed off. Even with word and direction of a collar… she hesitated.
But it’d be the noise that drew both their attention to the water and the beast charging towards them. “Shit,” she breathed and stood, the ring of fire around them wouldn’t hold off something like that. He’d only have to leap over it, unlike the Coheedsman and Nevermeran’s that couldn’t cross it. Nery, her partner stood on the other side of the firewall, giving orders to the Nevermeran’s as the other captain there, commanding them to push those of Coheed away and back towards their homes.
Ellison got to her feet quickly and would move before Regan rose, as she was still frantically searching for the collar and would send out a curse directly towards Kaalim (and whoever else was in between her and the beast), words rising that would cause those effected to get triple and quadruple vision, causing them to be unsure who their actual target was and even potentially making them feel dizzy and uncoordinated. Those at Ellison’s sides and behind her would be unaffected if successful. Her hand seizing a weapon and preparing to jump to plan b if it didn’t work.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Jan 14, 2023 14:18:20 GMT -5
The water was cold but his only intentions were to stop the spreading of the fire, they couldn't loose the docks or other ships, the Beast didn't immediately come back up from under the water instead he swam out further to the end of one the piers grabbing the top of the dock and pulling his large frame out of the water. If the curse hit him it would only push his rage further making for a confused and disoriented raging monster, he grabbed a smaller sized boat (a skiff) using it as a shield and he began to advance towards the hub of chaos.
Post by Rian Cyrilson on Jan 18, 2023 20:17:48 GMT -5
The first Nevermeran that tried to usher him back was met with a snarl and he stepped into the man. The chieftain most certainly would not be taken back to his home to wait it out. He left his wife and children there to do such a thing. Instead he watched the two women soldiers shifting through the metal, the flames starting to die down but not enough yet. His grip tightened on the sword in his hand as he recognized one of them who proceeded to see Kaalim as a threat. Again.
He wouldn’t run to his brothers aide now like he had in the past. Instead he started to move forward and saw Othello, either dead or knocked out on the ground not too far from the others. So that was who he ran for, a man not burned but possibly too close to the fire as it was. Too close for Rian’s comfort considering it was one of his men, a gifted that he would need in the upcoming war. Oblivious to the fact that it was him that they seemed to be after.
He’d rush to grab hold of the back of Othello’s top and pull him away from the fire (and away from Regan & Ellison), as he started barking orders for the men and women to start putting out the fire.