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
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In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
It was the morning after the King’s witch had returned with the Dresmondi citizens in tow. Cassian was at his desk and Regan stood before him, summoned into his presence. He was finishing with a paper, reading the last paragraph of the report before signing his initials and pressing it with his seal.
When the task was done he set it aside and looked up at Regan. There was a secret between them now that made them something like friends. Certainly more companionship than the king had with his non werewolf Royal guards. His eyes were fixed on hers, and while his mouth didn’t smile, his gaze did.
“I have a task for you.” There was gravity in the way he said it. It was of utmost importance, utmost secrecy, and time was of the essence. It would not escape her notice, for he taught her to pay attention to it, that the moon would be full in a week’s time.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 13:56:59 GMT -5
Since the time she was a new recruit, Regan had marched to her destination with a stern face and swift, marching steps. She never looked away from her charted course, and never met anyone’s eye if she could help it. Though her pace was still brisk, whatever key had wound Regan tight had slipped just a fraction. When Cassian called, there was a touch of a spring in her step. Regan passed fellow soldiers with a nod of acknowledgment. At times—rare though they may be—she even managed a slight smile. Regan was trying on a new identity. Though she didn’t yet fit into the clothes of a confident soldier, she’d started to cast the garments of the snarling, scrappy little orphan away.
Cassian would be expecting her. She knocked twice at the door before peeking her head in then stepping in and coming to a stop before Cassian’s desk. Regan waited until he finished his current task, using the time to examine every movement of his eyes, every twitch of his mouth, any sort of clue in his inscrutable demeanor. Guessing what he was thinking was a game Regan had started to play with herself in the quiet moments—mostly for her own enjoyment and not for any practical reason.
When Cassian looked up and her eyes met his, Regan smiled. It was lopsided and hesitant as if it knew it shouldn’t be there but just couldn’t help itself. The wolf in her spun circles, desperate to play. Playful mischief was something her wolf had in spades. It would be a mistake to think of it as benevolence, however. Its playfulness was reserved for its alpha, though Regan approached the hunt with the same unrestrained glee. There was something singularly terrifying about a creature made giddy by the tearing of flesh, and Regan was such a one.
Her smile folded back to neutral soon enough, her mind turning to the serious matters at hand. The full moon was close. Regan paid attention to it, partially out of necessity, partially because she looked forward to it. She’d started to prefer her wolf form to her human one, which was a concern to be addressed at a later date.
“Yes, your majesty.” She nodded as she received her assignment, tucking her hands behind her back. “Who is he?”
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 28, 2022 20:14:52 GMT -5
Cassian had never played as much in his entire life as he had in the last season, all because of Regan. When they were shifted together she bounced and nipped, and while his wolfish tendencies were of the more mature kind, he relented to her persistent yip and nip every time. Though they only ever exchanged in business-like ways while in their human flesh, looking at her now he felt a rising tension in his chest, as if his lungs were filling up with more air than they could contain and the only way to relieve himself would be to...to laugh. Of course, he didn't. In fact, something in his brow grew sterner at the ridiculousness of the urge, and that was surely something Regan wouldn't miss.
"A gifted parading as a Coheedsman. Othello Allemeade. Formerly a prisoner of Lorendale, but he escaped. Our Minister of Foreign Affairs, Magda Ivanoa, reported his presence to me." Cassian plucked a key sitting on his desk up and used it to open the largest bottom drawer. From within he pulled one of the collars that Nolan Rainecourt had handed over to him, along with the ring that controlled it.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:16:46 GMT -5
Regan mirrored his sternness and packed the grin away entirely. There was a time for such things, and now was clearly not one of them. The differences between her wolf form and Cassian's made her desire to blend in and be accepted all the more powerful. Her chin lifted, stance straightening into military precision, though her eyes still shone as she looked upon her king.
Othello Allemeade. The name Allemeade was on every Lorendaler's tongue nowadays, so it was not missed. The name Magda wasn’t missed either. Grant had told her enough about the woman for Regan to know to stay far away.
There were the obvious questions: why was he in Coheed? What was it Cassian wanted him for now? But such things were not for Regan to know. She was to follow and serve, not inquire needlessly, and that brought her great comfort.
Regan's eyes went to the collar, her neck tensing for a moment before returning to its relaxed state. It wasn't that long ago Nolan had tried to clap one of the same instruments around Regan's neck. Perhaps there was an argument to be made that they were inhumane, unjust, and instruments of torture, but Regan wasn't one to make them. She was not a philosopher or a politician: she was a servant of her king, now alpha. Regan would do whatever was required of her.
"What can his gift do?" Regan asked, taking the collar if offered. An entirely practical question. One had to be prepared.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 28, 2022 20:16:56 GMT -5
Cassian set the collar on the desk, leaving it for her to pick up now or before she left.
“He can control any and all metal. You should remove every ounce of it from your person, including your weapons, as a precaution.” He wasn’t going to tell her how to do her job. She might call him out and turn it into a fight, or she might choose stealth as her method of conquest. Regardless, he was giving his opinion, and trusting she wouldn’t take it lightly.
“From what I understand, he has earned the trust of Coheedsmen. It is very possible they may try to protect him. I want some military personnel there aware of your task. Also,” his eyes flickered over her knowingly, “I want you to take your former partner.”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:17:11 GMT -5
Regan nodded once. A reasonable precaution. After all, Regan’s greatest weapons weren’t made of metal. They were the spells that flew from her tongue and the fire that burned in her skin.
The mention of Grant had color springing to her cheeks. She cleared her throat, compensating for the inconvenient blush with an overly serious furrowed brow.
“Of course, your majesty. He’ll be halfway to Nevermere before they realize he’s gone.” Quick and quiet was the way this was going to go. Anything else was asking for trouble when they needn’t cause any.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 28, 2022 20:17:25 GMT -5
Cassian didn’t miss her blush, just as he hadn’t missed the way their eyes ran from one another in their past exchanges. Whatever the history there, he didn’t care to explore it. From what he understood, they had been an effective pairing, and Cassian needed her most effective for this task.
“Take whatever potions you deem necessary from the military reserve.” He rose from his chair then, intensity of his gaze growing. “Do not fail this mission.” It was an order, both from her king and her alpha, born both from the need of Nevermere and the private request of her alpha. The seriousness of his gaze almost eclipsed the sincerity, the care, that snuck through his eyes as he looked across his desk at the member of his pack.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:17:37 GMT -5
Regan’s inner wolf was dancing, thrilled with the opportunity to please. The soldier, however, remained steady, her gaze meeting Cassian’s with equal intensity.
“I won’t.”
It was a promise. Regan was a singularly loyal creature. Particularly now that Cassian had bound her to him with his bite, there was no length she wouldn’t go to in order to do his bidding. The only thing that nagged at her was a reluctance to put any distance between her and Cassian. Close didn’t seem to be close enough, so the thought of being elsewhere, particularly with her form so new, made her wolf whine softly.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 28, 2022 20:17:48 GMT -5
Cassian had feelings about sending Regan out, too. He had to trust that she could manage it. Alys had never been such a liability, but she also hadn’t been as powerful as Regan was.
If he had any other things to add to her orders then it would be done before opening the portal. For now, she would leave him, gather Grant, and then return to depart.