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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At a different time Kat might have thought that Catrin was being a badass. Instead she was of the opinion that the woman was an idiot. Disobeying direct orders? Seemed like a bad move, Kat had been there before.
"You saw how terrified your sister was no? You are needed elsewhere to show how a strong Coheed woman can be. The fires already going down. Don't be an idiot."
Rolling her eyes Kat would snatch at the woman's hand. Honestly, for a warrior this woman was thick in the head. They could use magic to flood the area faster than she could carry buckets, if she just got out of a way. "Let us do our jobs. Your chieftan said let us handle the fire if you really want to disobey so many people today see where it gets you." Burnt. Or maybe drowned, really didn't matter much to Kat.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Apr 12, 2023 14:12:13 GMT -5
He and Catrin weren't equals--not in the military. He was her superior, the man sent here to train her and her Parabolti; if the concept of ranks confused her then there was an irony to her being the leader of the Parabolti.
Still, Octavius found himself at a loss for words. The chaos of the woman's perception, how her opinion was becoming her law in this moment...it behooved him. Call him military brainwashed if you will, but the man knew how to take an order and obey it.
Kat stepped in at the optimal time. Perhaps this was an argument only another woman could win.
Post by Willa Wren on Apr 12, 2023 14:13:16 GMT -5
Wren held Regan by the arm, but her eyes were locked on the creature that was quickly making an escape. Her hold tightened, not enough to do damage, but gradually, like a boa closing in.
"Bring Othello back." Her words dripped with venom, with the threat of what she considered doing with the woman who was in her impossibly powerful hold. This Nevermerean wasn't the enemy, at least not the enemy of the moment's fight, but if she didn't do as Wren said then she might very well make herself the Cambrian's enemy.
He wouldn’t get to answer Wren before he realized she was gone. He cursed under his breath before moving forward. Continuing to encourage his people back. And eventually, with a firm yet gentle hand, he’d come to Kat, Octavius, and Catrin. “I’d remove your hand from her,” he commanded Kat. His gaze hard, but he ignored them after.
“Catrin,” he pointed to a few women who were seeming to almost be going in circles, and the retreating figure of Eowyn. “They need you. Let them handle whatever their… superior started. Now is not the time for some pissing contest.” His voice oozed with distaste for the ‘superior’, not noticing the chaos about to erupt from behind him.
Catrin spun on Kat, her anger more freely directed at the woman rather than what was considered subdued for Catrin when speaking to a man. Her eyes flashed at the hand reaching for her, her mouth opening for another retort when Rian appeared at her side.
With him present, Catrin's mouth snapped shut, her jaw clenching as she worked to bring herself under control. Rian was on her side it seemed and it made it easier to swallow her anger.
Still frowning, she tossed the bucket to the ground at Kat's feet. She hadn't missed the fact that Rian said a Nevermeran had started this mess. Glancing up at Rian once more, she nodded and then went to catch up with Eowyn. She wouldn't argue with her Chieftain.
Kat was not scared of the Coheed woman for a second even when her eyes flashed. She'd been up against worse, but it seemed that the woman's chieftan would be the one to save her from her own stupidity.
While she had no need to pay attention to the man she still slowly released the woman's hand, smiling until he spoke. Looking at Octavius she thought his choice of words and tone was interesting, and something she planned to report.
Forgoing the bucket she called on a few other witches, figuring with some powerful enough incantations they could send a swift wave across the grass and put out whatever was left. Walking towards the water and away from the new chieftan who was not doing a great job already.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Apr 16, 2023 13:20:05 GMT -5
Octavius looked to catch Kat’s eye after the Governor spoke, equally perplexed with what he said. Their superior started this? Hardly. Reports were a fire on a boat. How he had turned it into being Nevermere’s fault was anyone’s guess, but indeed, it was troubling. It seemed all of Coheed had conveniently forgotten that they had invited Neveremere in. It hardly mattered if they regretted it now.
Octavius knew when to step back. When witch magic was about he tucked his tail and hung back. He’d do just that, unless called on by Kat.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 16, 2023 13:40:19 GMT -5
The invisible grip tightened, feeling less like the touch of a human and more like the powerful constriction of a snake. Regan pulled her own arm closer to her body, testing the force that held her.
“Why?” Regan’s tone was not combative, but neither was it fearful.
Post by Willa Wren on Apr 17, 2023 14:29:08 GMT -5
The Cambrian’s hold on the witch’s body was ultimate, and no shifting or leaning or pulling would convince the warrior woman to loosen or release it.
“So that I can kill him.” Wren’s reply was spoken softly but with certainty. She was resolved in this outcome for the man in the air above her, and she would not be convinced otherwise.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 17, 2023 14:34:29 GMT -5
The wolf wanted out. Regan took long breaths, beating back the desire for her skin to rip apart and have fur take its place. The fire, which had been going out, started to hold steady where it was like a pot simmering on the stove. The wheels in her little mind spun. The instinct for self-preservation was starting to kick in. The one that just wanted the woman to release her hold, no matter the cost.
“Want a big audience, do you?” Regan said, keeping her voice low and steady, "Look around. If you want a time and place for murder, I guarantee you this is neither." She searched the darkness, as if she could uncover her invisibility by just looking harder.
Post by Willa Wren on Apr 17, 2023 14:50:23 GMT -5
There was an irony to asking the invisible woman if she wanted an audience. Wren was not surprised that the Nevermerean projected her own private desires upon those around her, but her assumption was far from the truth. In Wren’s mind, it was now or never. Othello had managed to avoid her for seven years and across the span of the kingdoms. Now he was here, just out of arm’s reach, and she wouldn’t let the opportunity slip her.
“Bring him back, or die protecting him.” She couldn’t expect this Nevermerean to understand her just cause, but she also didn’t have time to divulge. With each second he was slipping away, and with each second she felt a part of herself slipping away, too.
“I won’t say it again.” She whispered the words, her fist clenching tightly now, tight enough to hurt.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 20, 2023 19:03:30 GMT -5
Regan inhaled sharply, feeling the crush of the woman’s hand around her arm. The fight had left her drained, and the instinct for self-preservation was strong. Adrenaline was rushing through her. Before she’d been confident, but now that veneer started to crack.
“I can’t, it’s too late to recall the creature,” She whimpered, speaking quickly, desperately, “But you let me live and—and I’ll help you. You kill me, then what? Please...I'm no friend to the gifted.” Wide-eyed, Regan stared out into the dark as if it was the thing she was bargaining with.
RAEL: Shrouded by the magic he held in his hand, Rael listened while his jaw tightened and his anger mounted.
“Ask her where it went.” It was barely a whisper. Without enhanced hearing, the low growl would have been impossible to make out over the crackle of fire and the shouting of those rushing to douse the flames in the dark. He considered retreating, falling back behind a curtain of flames to pocket the stone in his hand and return to the flickering fray. But this was more urgent.
Post by Willa Wren on Apr 21, 2023 12:43:57 GMT -5
Wren, still invisible, tightened her jaw. She couldn’t? A Nevermerean had summoned a creature she couldn’t control? She wanted to believe she was lying, but she didn’t. Wren believed her. Nevermere, for all its bells and whistles, was a sloppy kingdom with a polished exterior, from its king to its soldiers.
The woman knew what was good for her. No doubt Wren’s impossibly strong hold coupled with her invisibility, leaving her form a guess for the Nevermerean, was doing what Wren intended it to.
She parted her lips to speak but then heard Rael’s voice. While she was loathe to do as he told her, it wasn’t a bad suggestion.