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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It had taken him days to get ready for the parade with all the repairs, cleaning and polishing that was usually overlooked for day to day usage. But now, his sword was honed and gleaming, his shield shining and solid and every speck of armor was in perfect conditiion. Which was a lot of work considering the daily wear and tear they all put on their equipment and armor.
Torsten's face was expressionless and his dark, intense eyes were held rigidly forward. In close formation, he had to pay extra attention and step with exacting precision or end up mowing down the shorter people marching in front of him. He loathed tight formations exactly like this but kept his head and chin held high, restraining all movements in strict adherence to the other soldiers all around him.
The cheering crowds and waving pennants made their feelings known that it was a festive occasion for many. Marching in step with the other men and women, made him proud to be a soldier; another person who was willing to defend Nevermere and any threat against their kingdom. It was exactly the feeling that had made him want to be where he was right now, another strong hand among many in a huge group feeling of unity.
Only one thing marred that happiness a little. He did not want to make a fool of himself in the tournament.
Last Edit: Jan 21, 2023 20:00:22 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Jan 21, 2023 9:59:57 GMT -5
Octavius was all grins and bright eyes, gaze dancing over all the polished soldiers with pride, then moving to the cheering and waving people with thankfulness. It didn’t matter whether one enjoyed a parade or not, there was no denying that this felt good. Their shed sweat and blood. Their sleepless nights. All the mental dedication and kingdom devotion. It was all for them after all, wasn’t it? Or, they benefitted from it. And now here they stood, praising the soldiers that fought for their privilege. Octavius was pleased.
“I think I’m gonna find me a wife.” He bounced his brows and returned @katerina’s wink, daring her to protest his outlandish statement.
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 Jan 21, 2023 14:02:25 GMT -5
Cassian sat on a throne on a platform at the end of the parade. There was no second throne beside him, no place for the queen. Has she been Nevermerean blood she would have undoubtedly been in attendance, but the king had decided not to steal an ounce of Nevermerean pride by showing his Lorendaler wife. Not tonight. Besides, Othello’s debut as a Lorendaler would already likely ruffle some feathers. In an effort to keep his wife from feeling hurt, Cassian had not mentioned the parade at all. The boys were with her in Lorendale, and they would all be in attendance at the ball.
The monarch’s dark gaze rest steadily on the army approaching. His army. The powerful entity that had been groomed to be the best in all the land—to take all the land, to protect all the land. They were not just soldiers. They were heroes.
If he had been one to show his emotion then his chest would swell with pride and a beaming smile would radiate from his face. As it was, he looked on, a picture of discipline in every way, not a hair out of place.
Post by Grant Delaney on Jan 21, 2023 19:38:31 GMT -5
Promotions! Grant was honored. He was getting recognition for his own actions, not just being a Delaney--though until he was unable to serve in the military he'd keep trying to make more of a mark for Nevermere.
That also meant that there wasn't any rolling about in the muck to be doing, however fun the tournament sounded. Or whatever it actually was, it sounded interesting.
It was easy enough to get practice in getting primmed and shined up in full military dress regalia. Back straight, shoulders squared, lockstep with the rest of the military.
Post by Fabian Winters on Jan 21, 2023 20:32:48 GMT -5
It was the day of the parade and it was his first one without his paired witch by his side. It was hard on him, not walking down this path without her. However, he had a duty to do. So he put his best foot forward and marched on. That all he can do right? He thought as he not in the right mind frame he not doing the tournament. He can't.
Zevran and Rune hovered in the back of the gathered crowd, watching the lines of soldiers march by. He was leaned up against a building, foot propped up against the wall and arms crossed across his chest. His gaze bounced from soldier to soldier, searching for the few familiar faces that would be among them.
Everyone seemed so joyous, so happy and excited. This was just a celebration for most of them, a time to show pride in their kingdom and the beast that was Nevermere's military. But Zevran wondered how many of the people gathered here knew what was on the horizon.
His gaze darkened at the thought, a bit of sadness falling over him as he thought of all of these soldiers marching on Dresmond. Of the citizens who would remain here and wait for their loved ones to return, and of how many would be forever waiting. Rune whined quietly at his feet, echoing his thoughts.
But it was not his fault that it had come to this. No, the only place to lay blame was at the red-headed monsters' feet. Zevran squeezed his arms around himself a bit tighter, turning his attention back to the parade as he tried to shake the dark thoughts and embrace the celebration as everyone else was.
Post by Elodie Atwood on Jan 21, 2023 20:40:52 GMT -5
Elodie’s smile was explosive. While the other soldiers kept their chins facing forward, the picture of controlled dignity, Elodie couldn’t help but steal glances at the onlookers cheering from the walkway. She’d worn many a fine gown. Trod many a glistening ballroom with jewels dangling from her ears and a dazzling pin in her hair. But Elodie had never in her life felt as eye-catching as she did now in her Nevermerean blues.
She thought of her brother. Of how proud he’d be to see her now in all her finery. It was almost enough to bring a tear to her eye.
Elodie marched on, her heart fluttering as she let the roar of the crowd lift her.
Alys walked in unison beside Regan. Both women dressed well in their uniform and looking rather shined up. Though there were parts of Alys’ armor that showed the well worn spots. Strong, repaired, but used well. Her battle axe strapped to her back, the two smaller throwing ones at her hips. Her curls usually left in a quick tie up on her head when training were plaited back in two braids. The eruptions of cheers around them was… new. But so was this whole event.
She glanced ahead, watching the castle come into view and the faintest smile curling the corner of her mouth. Her home. All of these people… every cobblestone they marched over… every house the wind whipped around… every drop of ale in the taverns… this was her home and the reason she pushed herself day in and out to be stronger and better. Her eyes cut to Regan, perhaps a small bit of recognition of their similar beasts, before they move further into their spots. Eyes shining the moment she view not only Hadrian and Cassian, but the others there. Her children peeking out from their spot where they stood with some other Delaney’s.
Once they arrived to the finish, the mass of the military would come to a halt in unison behind Regan Lassiter and Alys. The marching falling silent but after a small pause, the two powerful women would walk forward to take their spot on either side of Cassian Rainecourt. A small smile, faint as it was, was given to Hadrian as she passed, then something with a bit more sparkle to her eyes was given to Cassian. Pride and the love of their kingdom pulsing through her as she turned and took her spot beside him.
Post by Kennet Caern on Jan 23, 2023 21:47:04 GMT -5
The parade marched to thunderous applause, maneuvering cheering thoroughfares and cacophonous streets to where the king awaited his approaching army and the promise of triumphs untold. Green eyes bright on the horizon, Kennet stood at Cassian Rainecourt’s side wearing a wry smirk and a navy gown with a latticework of silver climbing from waist to shoulder in the shape of a gleaming cuirass. It would take little more than a glimpse from the king to see her slip from the platform to an adjacent vantage. Until then, Kennet looked on, watching for the Nevermeran vanguard from Cassian’s shoulder.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 24, 2023 16:56:12 GMT -5
As they entered the training yard, Regan squeezed Othello Allemeade’s arm. “Remember,” she whispered before departing. Remember. Remember everything—everything she’d tried to instill in him since being dragged to Nevermere. Remember not only the man he used to be but the man he’d become: one with a purpose, with dignity, with a home to call his own. Regan felt strangely emotional as she parted from him, but part from him she did.
Regan would walk with long strides. Maybe she’d given it thought. Maybe she hadn’t. But either way, Regan’s quickened came to a stop on Cassian’s right.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jan 24, 2023 16:58:09 GMT -5
Hadrian had been waiting for his troops to arrive. Dressed in all of his finery, he watched the army enter the yard in all their magnificent splendor. There wasn’t enough room for every parading soldier to stand within. The higher-ranked soldiers near the from were who would have the closest view. The other would see up the straightaway leading to the castle. It was a sight to behold. Anyone with doubts about whether they could take the Eldouir would be silenced by the display of power.
Shoulders back, Hadrian stole a glance at Kennet Caern , his lip twitching for a moment in a half smile before he stepped down closer to his troops. He’d turn his body so he was partially facing Cassian Rainecourt , but still open to the gathered crowds.
“We live in a time of great prosperity,” Hadrian started, his booming voice carrying easily across those assembled, “Within your reign, sire, Nevermere has grown from an isolated kingdom into a great empire. People of Nevermere have every reason to celebrate; both to be proud of how far we’ve come and know that there is promise in the road ahead.”
“To rise to this challenge, I sent out a call for new recruits to meet this moment in history. And the people of Nevermere have answered the call. Your majesty, I present to you the forces of Nevermere; as great an army as Terra Nova has ever known.” Cheers rang up from the ground, the atmosphere one of electric excitement. Hadrian smiled, eyes sparkling as he looked out over the assembled before he turned his attention to Othello Allemeade .
“But there is one among us who, until recently, did not call this land home. A gifted of Lorendale has joined our ranks, prepared to fight for his kingdom in the days ahead. Othello Allemeade ,” Hadrian extended a hand to the open space before them, “Please…” It was an invitation to step forward for a brief demonstration of skill—one that Othello knew would be expected of him.
Regan had pre-set all the necessary equipment. All of Othello’s tools were either on his person or at his disposal. His trainer, Regan Lassiter , looked on with hopeful eyes, holding her breath.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2023 16:59:47 GMT -5 by Hadrian Usher
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 Jan 25, 2023 8:44:52 GMT -5
Othello like Regan had been both excited and extremely nervous about this moment however his legs moved easily enough, the only thing he didn't know was where to look during all of this. However as he started walking practice and stricter training began to go into play first the shield and steel axe across his back removed itself carrying to eeriely hoover around his other things. With each step and piece by piece his armor removed itself joining the axe and shield, once down to his simple uniform his armour, shield and axe stood on its own just a hollow husk.
As he hadn't been asked anything he scanned the front of the army spotting a Witch with a bow waving her over, slightly confused she looked to her ranking officer and she hesitantly nodded it was okay. The witch approached Othello and the pair had a quick chat, at one point the woman looked even more confused but in the end Othello convinced her with a thumbs up as she walked away. She didn't return to formation instead she walked a good fifty yards pulling her bow and a single arrow, Othello remained where he was hands behind his back.
Once in position it was clear what was about to happen as the woman nocked the arrow into her bow, raising it she pulled back and took a deep breath before firing...
...the arrow flew until it didn't, it stopped inches away from Othello who then very untheatrically manipulated the mass of arrows among his tools to rise. The steel heeded its masters manipulation dancing around the gifted man, some in passing of the woman's bolt chewed up and destroyed the wood of the arrow leaving just the metal tip, it to joined his horde. As the bolts danced the steel board rose from it's stand and floated to Othello who, as it came to pass, leaped on the board. Practiced and practiced Othello was able to maintain his balance sliding his feet into the foot holders at he climbed higher and higher and higher in a speedy dash. He was almost a speck when piece by piece his armour flew up. In the sky as the pieces flew Othello paced back and forth on the steel board, his arrows still danced around him.
Then everything seemed to just fall, Othello now back in his full armor was in a free fall. Under his steel helmet he smirked as the wind whipped...
Just when it looked like he was going to hit the ground, he stopped himself. All of it feet above the ground. Nothing had been lost, he was fully clad again, and as his demonstration ended everything returned just as properly to it's place and Othello remained standing taking a bow. Othello removed his helmet and took a spot before the King at full attention.
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 Jan 26, 2023 12:08:40 GMT -5
Cassian had his opinion about the state of gifteds in Lorendale. He had his opinion about the Eldouir, and about the Allemeade, too. He also clearly had a goal, a vision; possibly a dream. With dark gaze fixed on the gifted he had snatched from Coheed for the good of Nevermere, Cassian watched the display, eager to see what Regan had been working on with him. In the end, he came away with a single word on his mind: practical. And he was satisfied.
The king raised his hands in front of him and slowly, slowly, brought them together in a clap. It was the cue. At once the crowd erupted into praise for what the gifted man had done.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 26, 2023 15:48:34 GMT -5
Regan held her breath through the entire exercise. She kept waiting for something to happen: for there to be some slip, for Othello to let his enthusiasm get the better of him and lose his military precision. But he didn’t. His training and commitment carried him though, and by the time Othello turned to stand at attention before the king Regan’s eyes were shining with unsurpassed pride.
Her gaze snapped to the king. Waiting for approval. It was only when the king started to clap that Regan released her breath. Her gaze returned to Othello, to whom she offered a slight smile. He’d done it. They’d done it.
Regan hoped that, at that moment, Othello Allemeade felt what the Huntsman already knew to be true: he wasn’t a Coheedsman anymore. He had a new home, here in Nevermere.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jan 26, 2023 15:51:07 GMT -5
Hadrian clapped along with his king. Though he remained unconvinced Regan Lassiter was anything other than a liability, she had done well with this wild Coheedman. Othello Allemeade would no doubt prove useful in the war to come. To fight gifted magic with witchcraft was one thing, but to have both magical weapons in their arsenal was another.
A Champion of Nevermere, indeed.
Once the applause died down, Hadrian moved on to the next order of business. “Your majesty, for your approval, I present to you the candidates for promotion. These soldiers have proven themselves worthy of advanced leadership. I have no doubt that they will continue to serve Nevermere well in their new capacities. Would those soldiers step forward now?”
They would know who they were, though many of their peers would be finding out for the first time. They would arrange themselves in a neat row before the pedestal on which the king sat.
“First, I present to you @warren . His steadfast service and dedication to excellence will serve him well as he assumes the rank of captain.” Hadrian would pause after every announcement, allowing for applause and time for the king to consider the soldiers before him.
“Next, I present @bex . She is every bit the leader we need at this moment in our history: relentless, resourceful, and unyielding in her resolve. She will serve her kingdom as Field Sergeant in Coheed until the region is deemed ready for a new successor. At that time she will return and begin work as Captain of Witch-Paired soldiers.” Again, Hadrian allowed for applause and inspection, though the space in the proceedings was more prolonged than the others. He glanced at Kennet Caern , eyes lingering on her before his eyes fixed on Grant with fatherly affection.
“And now, Grant Delaney . As our first Ranger, his technical skills are unmatched by any of his peers. But it is not his advanced training that makes him such an asset to our fine forces. Grant Delaney is not just a military man by trade, but by spirit. He embodies all the qualities we could wish for in a soldier of Nevermere: courage, patriotism, and selflessness in service. It is my privilege to present him as Cambria’s new Field Sergeant. I have no doubt he will do his family and kingdom proud.”
Hadrian turned to the king. Offering soldiers up for promotion was largely a formality, but it was ultimately Cassian who would offer his approval.