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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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.
The king had waited as long as he possibly could. It was the night before a full moon, and he well knew the struggle the following day would present. With that in mind, he intended to pull Regan out of Coheed, regardless of the status of her most recent mission.
The king stood at the door of his study, in the privacy of being inside of it alone, and slipped his port key into the door. When he opened it, he was at the door in Coheed that was designated to do just this. A guard waited at it, ready to do the king’s bidding.
“Send for my Huntsman.” He said without crossing the threshold. If he didn’t go in then there was no decorum necessary.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:36:23 GMT -5
Regan wasn’t far. Her quarry would be groggy from the sleeping potion but in tow on his own two feet. The sister ring was on her finger—the rest of her covered in soot and sweat and dried blood.
When Regan came through the doorway, she’d have Othello by the arm. She counted to herself, her claws digging into the gifted as she tried to keep the beast at bay. The gifted wouldn’t be able to access his power, but soon enough he’d find his voice—once he came to from his deep slumber.
Regan would stop before Cassian. Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to say something but just couldn’t find the words. She didn’t know where to begin. How to unpack the enormity of the catastrophe that had consumed the night.
So instead, she just stood there—panting, looking relieved, as if Cassian were a spring after a long walk in the desert.
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:36:40 GMT -5
Othello was some what out of whatever stupor he had been induced, he was aware he was being lead and he was walking and, "hey yer' fuckin nails," he mumbled, stumbling, his head hurt something feirce, "mouth breather," whoever was walking with them had the nails of a haggard old lady and the breathing of a eighty seven year old, "jus' all mouf' breathin'," then it seemed to wash over him...the last gasping of breath...puffy faced...flying.....the collar and it's clasping.
Othello's head snapped up and his mind cleared as much as it was going too. He didn't recognize the lady who held him, "oi! lass yer tearin' off me fuckin'...oh.. er," he fell silent looking toward what or whoever her eyes were locked on and his stomach, for a moment sank but only for a moment when he smiled, "Yer majesty! Oi me, probably a bit pissed o'bout...the Lorendale fing...I took'ah short sabbatical, tha' ginger headed ninny wad'nt so nice and I needed a break...but," he would bow as low as the lass allowed him.
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 20:38:25 GMT -5
Cassian’s eyes fell first on Regan. He registered the state of her clothing and pieced what he knew of what had transpired in Coheed with what he was now seeing. She wasn’t dead, dying, or limping, and she had Othello in tow. Poorly executed plans aside, he found he was not disappointed.
The king’s attention turned to the gifted. He had never like Othello, but he didn’t need to like him to find him useful. Cassian stepped to the side to allow Regan to escort him fully into the room, and then he would close the door and remove the key, closing the portal.
Cassian turned towards Othello, face and voice severe.
“Is that all you have to say?” One of his brows twitched up for a beat. Color him unimpressed.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 28, 2022 20:38:38 GMT -5
Regan said nothing to Othello. She didn’t so much as glance his way. Instead, she remained focused on Cassian.
She’d allow Othello to bow, but only a little. Regan wasn’t about to compromise his grip on his arm. Gift or no, Regan didn’t want Othello outside her control.
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:38:47 GMT -5
Othello cocked his own eyebrow in confusion, "Sorry?" it wasn't a declaration and sounded entirely like a question, "Not sure wha' ta' say yer majesty, I saw an opportunity ta' git out of probably the worst place known fer hospitality? Ain't been hurtin' a soul since I left Lorendale...five years stayin' out of yer hair and," his head indicated the occupied space, "'ere I am. Settled down, gotta wife and I gotta kid...so yippee back inna collar, surrounded by folks with tha' personalities like stone."
The collared man snorted, more in annoyance and disgust shrugging, "Imma dumb luck survivor and even our luck runs out it seems...."
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 20:38:56 GMT -5
Othello had been a prisoner of Lorendale, and a rather well-treated one at that. He had been mostly free except for the collar and the guard detail. Cassian was unable to summon an ounce of pity for the man. Hadn’t he offered his service to Cassian at one point? He’d wanted to earn favor, to earn a place in this world rather than remaining riffraff garbage without direction. Cassian had given him the chance and he’d squandered it. Today was, in fact, his lucky opportunity for redemption.
“You are a convict of Lorendale, not a citizen of Nevermere.” Cassian corrected, indeed very much like the stone Othello accused him of being.
“Whatever pleasures you’ve experienced in my lands were done so illegally.” He paused a beat, continuing before Othello had a chance to interrupt.
“But that can change. I have an opportunity that would allow you to earn it, should you be successful.”
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:40:26 GMT -5
"I can go back home? And I can 'ave this thing taken off o'me?" Othello cupped a hand behind his ear a usual smirk on his face, "I'm listenin'," if he had another chance at freedom why not? Of course he thought the King sure was big on "pending success" type deals.
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 20:40:41 GMT -5
Cassian have a shallow dip of his head.
“If that is still what you wish at the end of your service.” His gaze examined the man before him, whatever in his mind guarded from his eyes. “And in the meantime, if you choose it, we can work on having your family brought here to you.” The unspoken remained so; that Cassian, like Othello, had a wife and kids he would not want to be kept from.
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:41:02 GMT -5
The hand behind his ear dropped back to his side and the usual wolf like smirk and arrogant demeanor of Othello Benjamin Allemeade for a moment faded. The woman would feel the sudden stiffness of the man's body, given the situation the small gesture of "kindness" at the King's offer to bring his family here utterly surprised the Gifted man. His blue eyes bounced between the King and the floor as he gathered himself again, "Aye tha'd be nice yer majesty," he was almost floundering to understand certain things within himself, he wasn't use to receiving such sincere things nor giving them, but he reasoned that's what happened perhaps when someone has a wife or a child, "Fer now if ya' could find'a way jus' to let her know I is fine...."
And just like that he had to shake the feeling, he felt to exposed here.
"Wha' is it ya' 'ave me in service for yer highness?"
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 20:41:12 GMT -5
Cassian watched Othello. He didn’t trust the man, but he wanted to.
“I want you to be a beacon.” Cassian said, knowing the response wouldn’t be enough for Othello to catch the full understanding of what it was the king wanted from him. Still, he hesitated, letting those words sink in, letting Othello begin to wonder.
“I want you to use your magic for Nevermere. I want gifteds to see that my kingdom will accept them.” It was a sincere statement, because Cassian believed it in his core. Lorendale had abused its gifteds for too long. Nevermere would be happy to take them in.
“But first,” his eyes glanced towards Regan before settling on Othello once more, “you must become a champion of Nevermere.”
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:41:20 GMT -5
Othello wasn't a stranger to the game, the position he was in had only a few options. Most of his life had been a game of pure chance dumb luck, villainy, and always one upping. He didnt want to be bad, Othello truly wanted to be good (and survive (mostly survive)) but he was impulsive. Being impulsive made him gritty carrying with it a bad reputation.
Since Coheed though...
Othello had tasted acceptance for the first time in his life, he hadn't had to cut throats (though he surely would) or steal (even though they stole those Arynn Frey ships) and he had a brother (Rael). Othello found going with the grain yielded the best results.
However, a small old trait reared it's head: always trade up.
Othello didn't really understand the beacon part nor did it register with him that Cassian was meaning he be the pride of something deeper. He did understand the term champion.
"An' how does one go o'bout becomin' a Champion of Nevermere yer majesty?" he was in for whatever it was: whatever kept him alive and whatever would make his life...better.
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 20:41:36 GMT -5
Cassian expected the follow up question. He’d given this extensive thought and knew exactly how.
“First, you will train to become a part of the Nevermerean military. My Huntsman will personally oversee your progress. Then, you will be on the frontline when Nevermere marches into Dresmond and eradicates the Eldouir.”
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 Oct 28, 2022 20:41:57 GMT -5
Eldouir. Front line. War.
The joy didn't reach his face like it had his heart, no it had a four mile wide smile at the prospect of battle.
"I accept yer offer yer majesty," he didn't even need to think about it as he looked around the room for perhaps a face to this 'Hunstmen', "...I don know to much o'bout yer witches other than wha' this'n did, but I fink you should know...we needa retrieve wha's left of me ship, ya' see when I came to Coheed it twas gifted to me and tis enchanted...slong as zos enchantments innit damaged it should still work."
Then another idea, "If yer lookin to invade Dresmond yer highness I know a few Coheedains who'd add to yer numbers."
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 20:42:06 GMT -5
Cassian saw the pleasure. No doubt a man like Othello would take joy in the thought of killing people. It was a sentiment Cassian did not share. Destroying the Eldouir was a necessary course, not a pleasurable one.
“I’ll have my soldiers see to your ship.” He said offhandedly. That wasn’t the point here. As for Othello’s suggestion…
“For now, focus on your task.” Recruitment wasn’t one of them. Cassian had antsy considered other options, other warriors, and for now he was content with Othello. The collar resting on his throat was a large reason for that.
The king then nodded his head, indicating that their business was done here. Regan would know where to take him.