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.
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Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
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Post by Regan Lassiter on May 2, 2023 11:08:08 GMT -5
”Without question.”
Regan looked back down at her hand. She didn’t know whether Othello was guilty of his supposed crimes or not, but her invisible shadow delivered the verdict with apparent certainty—which was something, anyway. A scrap of information she didn’t have before.
Regan let the dagger fall. She did not soften the cut. Its blade dug deep into her skin as she whispered the facsimile of a curse. Her hand burst into flame, not from any words but because she willed it to. Wren would hear a groan, not of pain per se, but at the effort it took to keep the wolf at bay.
The flames died almost immediately and Regan’s palm dripped warmly onto the sand.
Wren did turn then to watch this. Instead of watching the woman’s hand, she studied her face. The face of the soldier who was so loyal to her king that she would insist on her own death. The face of a woman who so desperately did not want to die that she would curse herself. Wren did not admire her. She pitied her. But for the sake of her sister, for the remembrance of all the Cambrians that were killed that day after Othello and his crew had been shown mercy, she would take full advantage of the circumstance.
“Do not forget this.” It was a warning. And with a crouch and a powerful leap, her presence would become abruptly absent.
ELLISON: Ellison would follow the orders, immediately barking for her soldiers with her orders. Witches were to focus on the flames, helping extinguish them all. Smoke clouding up the area while the soldiers who were men were guiding the others. Pointing them back to buildings, any who resisted were pinned and detained. Though it wasn’t many. Not as the chieftain was ordering them back, no matter the strain on his voice and the anger that burned in his eyes.
It would be once the fires were out that she ordered the witches to finish up with securing the area. If it was even needed then. Only then would she turn to Grant. “Did you find everything?”
Post by Regan Lassiter on May 2, 2023 11:40:06 GMT -5
And just like that, the invisible assailant was gone. Regan stood still for a moment, waiting for the powerful grip of their hand to come find her once more. But the seconds dragged on and she felt nor smelled any sign of them. Regan growled, clenching her bleeding hand into a fist.
She turned away from the governor’s hut, running instead back to the scene of the crime. Regan’s eyes blazed amber, giving her enhanced vision in the dark and a boost in her speed. When she arrived, her footsteps slowed and her eyes turned dark again.
The fires would die. Regan would deliver orders to Ellison. The area was to be searched for a lost collar. Only Nevermereans would know, and they would know to keep their mouths shut. Then, Regan would take a contingent of witches with her—first to fetch sleeping potions, then to head as far outside Gilead as summoned creatures could carry them. These creatures would remain with them as the prisoner Othello was dropped to the ground. The weakened Othello might struggle, but the witches’ curses would quickly subdue him. They would then administer a sleeping potion. The prisoner would be guarded in a military outbuilding until such a time he was retrieved by the King’s Huntsman.
CN: The greater majority of Coheedsmen did as the Nevermeran soldiers ordered and went back to their homes. Those who refused were detained, though those were few in number. The witches who had been aiming to put out the fire were successful, particularly when Regan returned and without comment helped the flames die.
The witches had used water incantations to help kill the fires. The destructive nature of spellcasting had destroyed most of the dock and the earth around it. Craters and mounded earth littered the shoreline and surrounding grounds. It would take significant repairs to see the port functional again.
Once the fires were out, the situation in Coheed slowed to mostly calm. Soldiers focused their efforts by torchlight to find the missing collar. Thankfully, the metal at the docks had not been a mass so great as to make recovering the item impossible. It took until daybreak, at which point the collar was discovered in the rubble. It was immediately taken by Grant Delaney to Regan Lassiter , who collared their quarry and left via portal key to Nevermere in the morning as previously arranged.
Coheed was not likely to forget this for some time to come. Some bought the lie—which was industriously supported by Nevermerean soldiers—that Othello had become confused in the frenzy of the fire and attacked a Nevermeran soldier. The man was, after all, known to be a bit of a loose cannon. Others didn’t know what to believe. The Nevermerans, for all their military order, had seemingly grown sloppy. First an Eldouir attack, then the apparent accidental destruction of a port…whatever next? This would be a test for @rian , the new chieftain’s, leadership. Kaalim Cyrilson , supposedly an ‘untamed beast’ by Nevermeran standards, had shown restraint at the docks. Perhaps he wasn’t as unfit a leader as he believed himself to be.
What the King’s Huntsman left behind was a mess: both a physical and political one. Yes, she’d been successful in retrieving the man the king had requested, but it had come at a cost.