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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As the priestess rode back into Cambria, she could feel the pressure of her daughters’ eyes upon her. Even if the natural question wasn’t whispered on their lips, Isolde could easily see it in their eyes. Where was she? The woman that for years now had always appeared at Isolde’s side? Why had Wren not come home?
Isolde answered these questions, verbal and otherwise, with nothing but a gentle, confident smile. It wasn’t until she was in the Sanctum, in the privacy of her tower, that the rage crackled like a storm in her azure eyes.
Wren had decided to go her own way.
Isolde reassured herself this was the All-Mother’s doing. She sought her presence as she paced about the tower, looking for comfort in her uncertainty. But no comfort came. With the smile gone, Isolde called for the one woman she knew she could trust in these trying times.
Isolde returning alone hadn't gone unnoticed. Revna had been in the middle of training with her sisters, as always an exhausting task. They made it that way on purpose of course, and usually they all relaxed after. But Revna saw the servant of the All-Mother coming and started running.
Her legs were tired but it didn't matter. Making her way up the tower, two steps at a time, there was no waisting time for Isolde's acolyte. She would follow her no matter what, no matter where. All under the guidance of the All-Mother, and that was all that mattered.
Kneeling on the ground in front of Isolde Revna bowed her head. "Priestess."
The priestess whirled at the sound of Revna’s voice. The woman Revna saw would be one rarely seen. The placid, unbroken certainty of Isolde’s visage was cracked by rage. She was a fearsome woman, something which could be forgotten under all the ceremony. It wasn’t the spiritual guide that stood before Revna now, but the warrior.
Softening for a moment, Isolde walked toward Revna, took her head in her hands, and leaned her forehead against hers.
“My child.” When Isolde parted, the fire was back. Her blue eyes blazed with the fury of her ancestors. Wren had been her savior, but would she ever take up the mantle Isolde had set at her feet?
Her head raised just in time to see the warrior in Isolde, fierce and fantastic. The woman that Revna would follow into battle, through every journey that the All-Mother put them on.
So she didn't shy away, leaning into Isolde's strength and hopefully into her own in whatever would be required of her. Because there had to be something, she wouldn't have called for her so fast otherwise.
"Priestess. How was your journey?" A question she wasn't sure if she wanted an answer to. The fire in her eyes was enchanting and wild all the same time. And like a moth to a flame Revna was pulled in.
Isolde’s gratitude provided a momentary reprieve from her anger. She’d been so certain of Wren’s steadfastness and loyalty, but the warrior had given her cause to doubt. But Isolde didn’t doubt Revna – not for a second. She paused, not considering the question she was asked but the path that lay before them.
“Wren has chosen to go to Coheed,” Isolde said, for it was just that: a choice. A betrayal of her Priestess’s loyalty. “We will have to move without her now without rousing suspicion,” Isolde continued, taking Revna’s hands and squeezing them, “I need to know that I have your support.”
Of course, Isolde already knew, but she needed to hear it.
Revna's breath caught in her throat when Isolde broke the news. Wren had left them. Had left her sisters behind, the Valkryies, her unit. All because? She had known the woman's faith in the All-Mother's message wasn't as loyal as needed, but a direct betrayal was something she didn't see coming.
But it didn't shake her support of Isolde or her faith what-so-ever. Far too deep for that. Squeezing her hands back and kissing her hands, Revna nodded her head. "You and the All-Mother have my support, now and until I die." It was the absolute truth, and she meant every bit of it.
Isolde’s mouth pulled into a smile. Even within her anger, there was a deep sadness in her features. She’d endured one loss after another; of her kingdom, of her culture, and now, it would seem, of her prized daughter. But perhaps Wren’s glow had obscured the face of a greater servant yet.
“We have been too restrained in our approach,” Isolde whispered as if the very walls of the temple she’d built would turn against her, “The Nevermereans only understand violence. And so it is with violence we must return.” Her fingers brushed against Revna’s cheek.
The sadness was not missed, and something Revna understood. Wren was her sister, the valkyrie leader. No matter how much she had envied the close relationship between priestess and the all mothers chosen, she had been a woman to look up to and admire. But it didn't leave her with any confusion about where she was meant to be.
Listening, it was easy to smile in delight at the idea of violence. Finally, it seemed it was time. "What has the all-mother shown to lead us to this victory in violence." Her head leaned into Isolde's touch, excited at the prospect of enacting violence against those who wanted to reign Cambria in.
Isolde raised her chin, a malevolent sparkle lighting in her eyes. “Our daughters have suffered so that they might be returned to the light,” She said, thinking of the Cambrians they’d branded these many weeks, “But now it is time for the men to suffer. We must make ready. In this, there can be no mistakes.” Isolde dropped her hand and stepped back, the sadness returning.
“There is something else I must ask of you, child,” Isolde’s tone made it clear she took no pleasure in what it was she was about to say, “It has become clear to me that even those we hold close must not be kept from the judgment of the All-Mother’s gaze. I must know who it is I can trust. Your Valkyrie sisters…” Isolde narrowed her eyes, “They must be tested.”
Time for the men to suffer. It was like music to her ears, a beautiful song that she wanted to shout from the top of the sanctum. Too long had Nevermere soldier sought to oppress their ways of life, and now it would be there turn to flip things, and Revna's eyes shone with giddy excitement.
But of all the things she expected her to say, Revna flinched slightly at the mention of her Valkyrie sisters not being loyal. Her mind flashed to her team, Viveka and Kelder, ones she had faith in almost as strong as Isolde, certainly couldn't be them. "And they will surely all pass these tests, I shall do whatever the All-Mother and you ask." As would her sisters, the reason she was so sure of her answer.
Isolde hoped she was right. The Valkyries were among her most cherished, but given the stakes, no stone could be left unturned. These times would test them all—even the priestess herself. On the other side, salvation awaited them; liberation from their oppressors that the All-Mother and her servant, Wren, would bring. But the night before the dawn would be dark and full of sorrow. They had to be prepared.
“I want to know how they’re feeling about the current occupation,” Isolde said, “Not what they’d tell me, or even what they themselves would like to believe, but how far they’re willing to go to protect what is ours. No doubt Viveka will call a meeting of the Valkyries soon—in fact, I will encourage her to do just that. When that time comes, be strategic in your questioning. Even if it means feigning doubt yourself.”
Revna was a skilled spy, though usually, her targets were not her sisters.
Nodding her head, Revna was sure it was something she could do. She had learned to lie a long time ago, but she rarely lied to her sisters. Some of them maybe, but Viv and Kelder, that would take a little extra skill. Not that it would matter surely, they weren't the problem of course, she'd have known.
"Of course, I will tell you what I find out." Bowing she pause a minute before asking another question. "Was the journey otherwise successful?" Revna was sure hopeful there was better news than one of Cambria's finest staying in Coheed.
Isolde’s shoulders relaxed before she gestured for Revna to sit. The ire that had plagued her at the start was beginning to fade, her favored daughter’s devotion soothing the sting of Wren’s apparent betrayal.
“Kaalim has stepped down and named Rian his new chieftain,” Isolde’s tone was almost meditative, “He claims opposition to Nevermere, but I’ve asked that he prove he is serious in his convictions. Though he may yet bear fruit…” She shook her head, “I believe at present we are alone in this fight.”
Sitting as her priestess gestured, Revna was sad at her sisters betrayl. All the same, a small part of her was glad, Isolde's attention now a little less something to fight over. It was a thought she batted down in such a sacred place, something to repent on later.
"Kaalim had bent, maybe new blood will be a thorn in our enemies side." Nevermere needed to be knocked out of Cambria and if others wanted to distract it was all the better. "We are a strong Cambria, you and the all-mother will lead us without their help."
Isolde considered what Revna had to say with a slow nod. The girl might be a sycophant, to put it lightly, but she trusted her opinions to be honest and, in most cases, correct. Kaalim’s allyship had done them little good so far. She had put her trust in him, and he’d seemingly bent ot the Nevermerean snake that had slipped into his bed. It wasn’t lost on Isolde that the same snake now hung around Rian’s neck, but their list of allies grew thin. She had no choice but to give this Coheedsman an opportunity to prove himself.
“We are strong,” Isolde echoed, as if reassuring herself, “All Mother willing, we will stay that way. And if the Coheedsman fails us, we still have Calliope…” She smirked. The name would not be unfamiliar ot Revna, though the depth of her and Isolde’s partnership would be.
“I have something to show you.” Isolde stood and went to her altar. After dipping her head in observance, she lifted an animal skin, revealing a sheath of papers beneath. She pulled them out gently and return to the table, laying them in front of Revna. She’d see the plans she’d shown Wren. The three sets of wings that Calliope was making them.
“One will be yours.” Isolde said, a smile sparkling in her eyes. She rewarded her servants. And Revna was now her most trusted one.[/blockqutoe]