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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Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 29, 2023 20:34:27 GMT -5
“If there were never any wars to fight, then my entire life would have been a waste,” Regan grinned, trying to lighten the mood in what was not a terribly light conversation. There was a grain of truth in her jest, however. Soldiers went to war. And Regan couldn’t think of a war nobler than the one for Dresmond’s freedom.
She glanced down at Rune, tilting her head to the side with a half-smile. “You’re a funny little thing, ain’tcha?” Regan no frame of reference for dyrs. It might as well have been Zevran's pet.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2023 14:08:55 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
The corners of his mouth tipped up at the quiet joke, feeling a bit of appreciation at her attempt to lighten the mood. Though she would accomplish it in a much more fabulous way with her quip at Rune. Unable to stop it, laughter burst from Zevran's mouth even as Rune growled, first at Regan before turning her ire on Zevran, who wholly ignored her as peals of laughter still fell from his mouth.
"I am not a 'funny little thing'," Rune's growl sounded through Zevran's mind, but it only made him laugh harder. "I'm sorry," he said out loud to Regan, wiping a hand down his face in an attempt to control himself. "Rune has been called a lot of things here, but that was certainly the best one yet."
Clearing his throat, he gestured towards the fox, who was still glowering at the both of them, "Rune is my dyr, so she is just as capable of understanding what you're saying as I am. She's basically a person in a fox body, and that little fox body contains a rather large attitude." He was smiling now at Regan, hoping she wouldn't take any of Rune's snark as an offense.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 31, 2023 14:13:40 GMT -5
Regan’s eyes widened with perplexed surprise as the fox growled and Zevran started to laugh. She started to growl too, but managed to swallow it in all her confusion. She looked from Zevran, to the fox, then back to Zevran again, trying to make sense of just what had happened. When Zevran’s laugh petered out, she smiled bashfully, looking at the annoyed creature (Regan was surprised to find that a fox could, in fact, look annoyed).
“Oh.” Regan said stupidly, looking at Rune with a changed expression and hesitant smile, “Big attitude, little fox. I can get behind that.”
Regan reached out her hand before deciding against it and just waved at the creature. This was weird. It was all weird.
Rune regarded Regan warily, standing and moving away when her hand extended towards her. Plopping down again right next to Zevran's feet, a breath huffed from the fox. It seemed she'd decided she didn't quite care for the soldier.
Zevran rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to conceal his amusement at the whole thing. "Sorry. Like I said, big attitude. I'm sure she'll come around She's just a bit homesick, I think."
There was no thinking about it, he knew she was homesick. He was too. And they both tired of the never ended mystery that shrouded them and all the questions they had to answer to constantly unravel themselves for others.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 4, 2023 10:13:02 GMT -5
“Nah, it’s all good,” Regan smiled as she shifted on her feet, feeling a little bit of the wolfish prickle on the back of her neck even as her eyes softened on the fox. “I’d imagine she is. I would be.” Regan’s brow furrowed then as if she were trying to solve some complicated mathematical problem.
“You both seen the beaches yet?” Regan glanced at the guards, not really sure how this all worked, before looking back at Rune, then Zevran.
A brow quirked at Regan's sudden shift in conversation and he slowly shook his head no. "We've seen a bit of the forests and have walked the city streets, but we haven't been to the beaches yet, no."
In fact, he'd never been to a beach in his life. His face lit up with excitement at the possibility of yet another new experience.
Zevran's smile remained as he nodded his head, "Sure, I'd love to see them. Lead the way."
Rune's hackles rose briefly before Zevran nudged her with his leg and raised an eyebrow down at her. 'Aren't you always on me about behaving here? Maybe it's time to take your own advice.'
The fox stared up at him for a beat before silently falling in line next to him.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 18, 2023 11:20:03 GMT -5
Regan, grinning, started out of the military complex toward the docks. Every once in awhile she’d cast a glace at Rune who trotted alongside Zevran. What a curious little creature.
“Water’s cold this time of year, obviously,” she said like an eager little puppy as they headed toward the beach, “But I like it better that way. It’s bleak out there but in a peaceful kind of way, I guess.”
He glanced upwards at the overcast sky, grimacing. "Bleak is a great way to describe Nevermere in general. I don't think I've seen the sun once since coming here. It's awful. No wonder all of you are so pale." He had never thought you could miss something like the sun, but one of the first things he would do upon freeing his people was to simply lay on the ground and soak in the sunshine.
He walked in silence a bit before realizing how brazen those words might be here and cast a sideways glance at Regan, "I mean no offense, of course, just an observation."
Attempting to move on from the potentially offending statement, he gestured towards the beach. "You really swim in the water when it's this cold outside?"
Upon reaching the beach, Zevran would slow to a halt and simply stare at the massive body of water that seemingly stretched away to nothing. He had never seen such a thing, and it was glorious... but also terrifying. "That's... wow," was all he could manage to say.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 19, 2023 20:42:59 GMT -5
Regan snorted. She wasn’t exactly pale, but there certainly wasn’t even a kiss of warmth to her skin. “None taken,” She said, “I went to Lorendale and about fried my ass off.” For that was the truth, in more ways than one.
Once they came upon the beach, Regan sighed contentedly. The wind charged across the waves and whipped her cropped hair behind her. Regan wasn’t a poetic or contemplative type, but the black ocean still took her breath away.
“It’s something,” Regan said, satisfied, looking over at Zevran, “Majestic, powerful, and unforgiving. The ocean’s a witch herself, don’t you know.” It was a joke, but only just. She turned back to the waves. “And yeah, you can swim in it. So long as you’re not chicken.” She grinned, looking at Zevran with a twinkle in her eye.
Looking to the witch at his side, he took a moment to take in her profile. With the overcast sky, the dark water ahead of them, and then wind blowing her hair all about her face, it was a bit of a surreal moment that reeked of power. Looking back to the stretch of dark water, he couldn't decide whether she was was serious or not about the ocean being a witch. He wondered what it was like when a thunderstorm blew through, whether the ocean raged with it or not.
He was pulled from his wondering by the note of challenge in Regan's voice, and he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow, one corner of his mouth tilting up. "Well then, ladies first," he said as he lifted a hand, beckoning her forward.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 21, 2023 17:52:03 GMT -5
Regan broke out in a broad grin. Handsome men made her stupid, and Zevran was no exception. Dresmondi or no, Regan wanted to please. To be impressive. Perhaps before Coheed she’d have kicked off her boots without hesitation; pulled her tunic over her head and plunged into the waves.
But now, she did hesitate.
What business did the huntsman have frolicking around in the waves with a Dresmondi? Maybe before she didn’t have a reputation to protect, but if she was going to make one, she had to start somewhere.
Zevran would be able to see the conflict in her eyes. The wanting meeting with the knowledge that she couldn’t. She shouldn’t. In the end, the shouldn’t won out and she smiled apologetically.
“Maybe next time,” She said before looking back toward the waves. She was quiet for a moment, before—
He was good and ready to follow her into the waves, perhaps foolishly believing they'd be no problem for him to swim through, but suddenly she was hesitating. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden conflict warring on her face. He clicked his tongue at her, "You were all excited about the beach and swimming, and now you're backing out on me?"
He shook his head slowly, deflating a bit, "Here I thought I'd finally met a Nevermeran who knew how to have some fun." He was still grinning at her, his words mostly joking. But he was definitely still disappointed as he dipped a bit in the stiff bow Alys had insisted he learned how to do. "It was nice to meet you, either way. And thank you for showing us around a bit."
He'd let Regan wander off on her own, turning back to the beach to take it all in on his lonesome for a bit of time before they'd head back to the castle on their own.