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
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**EOWYN**: The news had spread far and wide within Coheed, Nevermere had launched an attack it seemed against them. She was a warrior and Parabolti of Coheed now so she wasn't going to cower like most women did, could this mean certain death? Absolutely but being a Coheed warrior didn't warrant sitting on the sidelines. Collecting Enned and her swords the small warrior with her enhanced dexterity weaved, zigged, zagged, and free ran around the rushing Coheedain men. When she arrived coming out between two small fishing huts to see the fire. The chaos. She quickly zeroed in on Rian Cyrilson trying to save a bald tattooed headed man, "Protect, come," she whispered to Enned as she dashed out into the fray, her small size she hoped would help her navigate around and threw the bigger Coheed Warriors storming onto the scene, she would come to a sliding stop beside Rian and Enned would aggressively stand between them teeth showing, "I can help," Eowyn would attempt to help lift the man's legs and if she wasn't strong enough she would defend Rian so he could save the other man.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Jan 21, 2023 10:01:12 GMT -5
“The hell was that…?” He asked Kat, but the noise of the sinking ship drew him from his interest in whatever had just happened. It was a sight to see indeed as the water gurgled over the top. And the fire wasn’t even out.
**It was night. In fact, the dead of night. Even with the fire it would be hard for him (and any of them) to discern identities and exact locations. **
“We need to reinforce orders.” It had been the commanding officer under Ellison who had told the Nevermerean soldiers to contain the scene. The Coheedsmen and they had an understanding at this point. When Nevermereans told them what to do, it was like receiving instructions from a policeman: they didn’t need to like it but they needed to obey. If they didn’t, there were co sequences.
Octavius turned towards the closest observing Coheedsmen.
“Go to your homes.” It was not a request. Some obediently peeled away, while some defiantly held their position.
Kat didn't have time to think about what ever the fuck that had been. There was a burning ship, a hulking coheedsman, and they were all in deep shit.
Octavius was probably better suited to get men to listen, although maybe it would have helped, but she figured he had it handled as she kept her eyes on the action, staying rooted by his side all the same.
In the light of the fire she saw two figures come from the village and move in and grab at the man on the ground. One had a dog and both had ignored the commanding captains orders, clearly not Nevermere soldiers, and so she sent a curse of her own towards the pair, not really caring which it hit. One that would lock up any joint that moved, the more they moved the harder it would become to do so. Not ideal in a ring of fire.
Catrin had jumped as Rian brushed past her and shouted a command at her. But it was not a man shouting a command at a woman, but the chieftain shouting an order at one of his warriors.
Catrin's face hardened as she forced herself to get a grip. If she wanted the Parabolti to stay, they had to be useful. Turning to the few other Parabolti that had come with her, she pointed towards the closest homes situated near the docks. "Spread out among those and be sure any women and children in them are protected. If the fire spreads, I expect to see you carrying buckets to put it out."
As the women scurried off, she turned back, blinking through the darkness to find where Rian had gone. Kaalim was already somewhere in the midst of the chaos.
Following the direction Rian had gone, though keeping a fair distance from the smoke and fire, she worked to get those who seemed most confused and lost away from the area, pushing them in the direction of the village and away from the docks as she bumped into them.
Post by Grant Delaney on Jan 21, 2023 21:29:18 GMT -5
Dark as hell and he was emphatically not on fire.
The best laid plans, he mused to himself as he swam to the nearest bit of non-flaming docks or shore and used his good arm to haul himself out of the water. He would then test the strength of his injured shoulder and get up, trying to look around in the darkness to see what the actual hell was going on besides just flames and shouting.
Post by Willa Wren on Jan 25, 2023 13:27:46 GMT -5
Wren had determined to simply watch and wait, but it was pretty darn impossible to not also hear when you had enhanced hearing like she did. She was too far to know exactly what was transpiring on the shore, but she heard the alarmed conversations of Coheedsmen and women as they huddled together, gathering news from people who had been close to the fire.
Gifteds. Attack.
The blonde was in her tent in three steps, arming herself with her battle mace and digging for the stone in her bag. She always wore her magical wristband that created a shield for her, something she was never willing to be without. Not after she'd seen what the Eldouirs could do.
Closing her hand around her rock, she disappeared in a wink. With the advantage of stealth, the Cambrian stepped outside of her tent once more, pointed herself towards the docks, crouched, and launched. The super strength throughout her body would have her upon the scene in just a few bounds.
The night was filled with darkness, fire, shadows, and anger. There hardly seemed to be anything else.
The ship where this all began was mostly underwater now, the parts of it that still peeked out from the surface still blazing with the heat of the hellhound’s fire. Nobody was on the ship anymore.
There was no longer any active metal doing anything it shouldn’t do other than sitting by, useless until taken up again. With Othello passed out cold, still swollen but able to breathe since the curse on him had been lifted, not even the metal cocoon around his person was standing anymore. Everything had fallen when he did.
Fire still blazed brightly on the docks and on the earth around the docks, as Regan had done nothing to soften them, the heat hungrily consuming everything it could, spreading quickly to keep itself alive. The heat alone was enough to keep the majority of the citizens of Coheed and soldiers of Nevermere at bay. Only the foolish moved in close to the flames, and only people with objectives.
Regan and Ellison had not yet found the collar. There was too much debris, too many things to sift through in the jumping shadows cast by the roaring flames. Before Regan could stand, Ellison was chanting, casting her curse onto Kaalim. It would buy Regan more time to keep searching, though she had yet to find it. When Othello had fallen, everything else had, too. There were heaps of metal in a circle where his tornado had been, turning the space into a fiery junkyard. Ellison would find that a lick of fire had started to taste her pants. It was dangerous to be standing so close to Regan, the very source of the flames. The heat would be something that grew increasingly unbearable, and if she was not careful she would begin to suffer burns.
Kaalim was at one end of the docks, fuming. His eyes were cursed to see multiple of both Regan and Ellison, confusing him, but nothing besides a few flames and some metal stood between him and them. He had lifted a small boat and was using it as his shield as he advanced towards Regan and Ellison, his intention unclear.
Grant successfully reached the dock and stood by, trying to get a hold of the situation and himself, still suffering from the pain of the wounds he had sustained.
Rian successfully reached Othello and took hold of the man’s shirt. He would see the puffy horror that was Othello’s face and hardly recognize him, except for that identifying bald head and the numerous tattoos. Eowyn shortly joined him, but her dog did not. The instinctive creature knew better than to move so close tothe burning flames. The dog stopped before entering into them, whining loudly, pleading with her owner not to continue, even barking in alarm. The woman of Coheed would reach Rian and offer what help she could by trying to lift Othello’s legs. It wasn’t as helpful as a man or larger woman would have been, but it was something.
Octavius faced Coheedsmen and gave them orders. Some obeyed, some did not. Those that did not were armed and angry, certain they were under attack but apparently being told to do nothing about it by Nevermere. They looked to one another, knowing to act out in defiance without an order from someone ranking above them would be to bring judgment on their heads. Where had Rian ran off to, abandoning them to deal with these Nevermereans alone? They held their ground, not attacking, but not standing down, either.
Kat’s curse hit Eowyn, gradually locking up the limbs of the small woman. She’d find herself unable to move after a few confusing seconds, and then surely the panic of what had taken place would set it. Due to the nature of curses, the reason she was immoble was not directly obvious. Neither she nor Rian would understand what was happening to her. A Coheedsman close to Kat might, but they were currently making angry eyes with Octavius.
Catrin could only follow Rian so far before the fire she had determined to keep away from stopped her. She could see the outline of Rian and Eowyn and the third person they were holding if she sought to look while ushering her people back to their homes.
Willa Wren would be at the location of the scene in no time.
The news that had spread far and wide was not that Nevermere was attacking Coheed. A random man had proclaimed it, yes, but even that didn’t add up, as the citizens of Coheed were not ignorant. Nevermere had been protecting them all this time. They had had plenty of opportunities to stage an attack. Also, there had been metal in the sky. No, the common thought for those far removed from the scene was that a fire on the docks had grown out of hand. Those who sought to move closer to the blaze would hear word of people among the flames, of swords moving through the air without being touched, and then the natural conclusion was that Eldouir were upon them.
POST ORDER: Regan, Ellison, Rian,Kaalim, Eowyn, and then everyone else in no specific order.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 25, 2023 15:26:12 GMT -5
**REGAN:** Regan growled Ellison's curse. She’d asked for a summoning for a reason. Ellison was lucky that Kaalim would not know just why his vision had doubled; less lucky that he was still continuing toward them.
Then, Regan saw movement in the corner of her eye. Her eyes snapped to the forms that were dragging at Othello’s body. It was at that moment Regan abandoned the collar search for good. Her dizziness had started to clear and a plan formed in her mind. She might just be able to salvage this yet. She snatched a jagged metal fragment from the pile before snapping at Ellison.
“Follow me.” She quickly moved for Rian and Eowyn. Her manner was one of theatrical irritation.
“Ugly bastard attacked me,” Regan yelled in apparent anger, “Was trying to help and the bastard attacked me. He’ll answer for this.” These words were for Rian and Eowyn’s benefit. Regan was establishing a narrative: she, the helpful soldier, runs to help at the scene of a fire, and Othello attacks the unknown figure in the night.
“Leave him to me,” Regan barked at both Rian and Eowyn, gesturing to Othello before glancing at Ellison, “The three of you get to the water. You’ll be safe there. Go now.” She looked to Rian, brow set and eyes intense, “That’s an order.”
If Rian wanted to begin his governorship with clear defiance of a Nevermerean official, he’d find his tenure very short indeed. Regan outranked him by a mile.
Regan would only hold Rian’s eyes for a moment before she dug the blade into her forearm and began to summon another creature, trusting Ellison to take care of the Coheedian duo. The longer they waited, the more the fire would spread. They had a clear enough shot to the water, but not for long. Best move quickly.
If Kaalim got close at any point during their exchange or after, Regan would turn and hold up her hands in a "we mean you no harm" motion. She would not, however, stop chanting. But Kaalim would have much fire to get through.
ELLISON: The growl was only met with cold eyes. Ellison was a woman who didn’t easily roll over to others, had never been. Even Cassian had been on the taunting end of Ellison at times. Not as of late, but as children in mandatory training. But she listened to the command and after swatting away the flame that had been licking up her leg, she’d run carefully after Regan. Watching her steps to avoid the expanding fire and piles of weapons waiting to trip them. Following Regan towards the others and the badly swollen figure they were attempting to drag away from the pile of metal.
The command was there, and Ellison started for it, staring at the other two but not understanding why the girl (Eowyn) would not be moving with them. Not knowing the curse she had been hit with. “Move girl!” She recognized her as one she had saved before. But that didn’t mean anything. All she knew was she was disobeying.
Ellison would move for her, attempting to grab her arm and physically escort her to the water, but if the curse was not lifted, would bark the next order at the so called governor. “Help me move her!” She’d yell over the roaring chaos around them.
RAEL: Fist closed around the enchanted stone in his hand, Rael made for the fire on the shore and the column of smoke rising from the rocks against the black of night. Invisible to the naked eyed, he darted between Coheedsmen and Nevermerans alike, enhanced ears straining for some semblance of an explanation.
Victory slapped against his back as he ran, slipping between flames dancing in the dark and clearing piled-up heaps of metal with preternatural dexterity. It was the jagged pile of swords and shears and chains and anchors that made his pace quicken. Rael had seen firsthand what Othello was capable of, and it didn’t take much for his mind to connect the debris that littered the shore to the man who had undoubtedly wielded it.
Finally clearing the fiery perimeter, Rael skid to a halt, dark eyes jumping to a short shadow with a loud voice before swinging toward the limp body being hauled across the shore. The heat climbing behind him was enough to entice Rael to slip around the group toward the docks. Still, his gaze narrowed on the one barking orders. Hers—it was obviously a woman—wasn’t a shape or a voice he recognized, and certainly not one Rael himself would have been inclined to obey given the circumstances. Nevertheless, he watched, gaze tracking between the unknown Nevermeran and Rian Cyrilson. The latter he recognized only as he slipped past, stopping somewhere between Rian and the Nevermeran. Two steps forward and he would have been standing in the middle of the pair as they squared off at one another. Rather than advance, Rael waited, hand flexing around his scythe while the other held fast to the stone. He was prepared to dexterously fall back should the need arise, but for the time being, he held his ground.
Whatever he had been expecting when he pulled the man free of the pile, it wasn’t the scene he found. Clearly beaten, a curse left his lips. Eowyn was welcomed help until she wasn’t, frozen and yet before he could get angry at now being the time to freeze up in action…
“Ugly bastard attacked me.”
Eyes cut up to the two rapidly approaching women, and as much as he wanted to doubt them…. Well it was Othello. Who was a rowdy one. But what Rian didn’t believe was the next part. About her trying to help. Help what? He didn’t hide the way his eyes narrowed and he seemed to linger on her with doubt swirling. As a flame burned brighter, he recognized her. The Kings Huntsman. Things were not as they seemed, but as tension rose, as everything seemed to be edging towards tipping into a full out civil…
He held her gaze for far too long. Until she seemed to remember the beast rapidly approaching with boat in hand, only then did he grind his teeth, sheath his sword and tell himself that this was just another piece they’d have to play. Moving to swoop up Eowyn, her body planked against his chest if the curse wasn’t lifted, he’d move towards the lesser on fire land and docks towards a figure standing on the docks, one he wouldn’t pay mind to unless they surged towards them (Grant). But they wouldn’t stop to hop into the water.
“Protect your homes,” he roared out to those around. His men and women should listen to their chieftain and pass the word on. “Protect them and your family. Let the Nevermeran’s handle the fire and metal!” he was near the docks... at first. He’d blame the raging fire and noise around them as to why he didn’t hear her command to water. But after securing a safe spot to put Eowyn, he’d start to move to command his people. Clear the confusion or at least give clear direction. They’d just protect from their front doors and evacuate the immediate area. But this wasn’t the end.
Post by Kaalim Cyrilson on Mar 23, 2023 18:35:12 GMT -5
The dizzy spell only pissed the beast off it added confusion that was unnecessary, he wasn't looking for anyone instead he carefully approached the ring of fire and slammed the boat down over the flames then he would use the boat as a plank and quickly cross the flames.
**EOWYN:** Fear gripped Eowyn when she suddenly couldn't move, she couldn't even explain to the woman who saved her that she couldn't move. It was her hero Rian who scooped her up and moved her to safety.
Kat tried to watch through the flames, not exactly easy work, putting her hand on her partners shoulder for some stability, maybe get a better angle? There! She saw the man sweep the Coheed woman off her feet. Her objective met, Kat broke the curse with a few words. It might seem like the woman had been paralyzed by fear, but either way it was gone as she lay in her saviors arms.
Turning around she looked at the rest of the village, ready to help her partner with anything needed.
Nothing about this sat well with her. The fire- how had that started on the ship to begin with? And that giant tornado which had sounded like metal on metal... had that been a gifted? An Eldouir? Whatever that was, metal now lay strewn around the area, thankfully unmoving.
Still disoriented, Catrin turned and ripped a torch off the nearest hut and was about to push into the ring of fire and metal when her sensitive ears picked up Rian's voice, faintly shouting from inside the chaos.
With a noise of frustration she turned back, looking to help keep the flames at bay wherever possible, even if it meant running around the flames to the water and back with buckets.
She would deftly ignore any and all Nevermere commands. She only had ears for her Chieftains commands.