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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She knew what her new task was, and it was one that gave her great purpose but also made her nervous. Zevran was to stay behind in Nevermere and continue with rallying the kingdom to help from there where Kezia was to go and try to convince the refugees in Arynn Frey to go back into Dresmond. To help claim their land back and free those trapped there. Part of her knew it would be a hard task, but she remained hopeful that everyone will want to go home.
Cassian Rainecourt opened the portal into one of the wagon's of a Dresmondi, and she wasted no time in moving through with her two dyr's. She thanked him again, bowing gracefully before she moved out of the wagon and was into the fray of people. Several recognized her, sounds of relief and a few embraces were given as she moved along. She had been one of the voices for those there before she left all those months ago. And it was the other voice who she sought out.
Asking around, she found herself directed towards Camus' wagon and she hurried along to find him. Her clothing not quite Dresmondi, not from Arynn Frey, but definitely wearing the colors of Nevermere. Navy and silver, dark pants that she opted for with the heavier cloak to keep the winter wind out. She knocked on the back of the wagon, and rubbing her hands over her arms, she called out: "Camus? Are you in there?"
Camus had been sleeping. The work at the wall was taking its toll on him and the rest of the refugees. They weren't slaves, far from it. In the scheme of things, the Arynnites were treating them very well. There was however, a growing sense of urgency. As if there was a storm to be found on the horizon, one that was gradually approaching and people were increasingly desperate to batten down the hatches so as to be able to weather it all out. That meant work, and a lot of it. The end result was that many of those who found themselves involved in the building were usually pretty exhausted by the end of the day.
It was Mercy, sleeping outside, for there was no way to get the elephant inside the caravan, who would first be alerted. "Wake up Camus. You have a visitor." The large creature would get to her feet, approaching as quietly as possible for an animal of her massive size. The elephant would stand there, its gaze resting upon Kezia, recognizing her.
It would be a minute before Camus finally appeared, blurry-eyed and somewhat confused. The man rubbed his face, desperate to pull himself together. He recognized the woman in the space of a few seconds. "Kezia, what are you doing here?" It had been a while since he'd last seen her, last spoken. As far as the senator was aware, she hadn't been working on the wall the same way as he had. She'd been away doing... Well, he wasn't too sure what. Even now, some of the dresmondi tendency to give others their free space and freedom continued to be a driving force in how he went about his business.
Post by Kezia & Raiden & Geb on Feb 3, 2023 12:52:51 GMT -5
It took her a second to realize that Mercy was there. She startled, forgetting just how big she was and wondering how she had missed her. "Sorry Mercy," She said out loud before blowing into her hands to keep warm. By the time the door opened, there was a bit of a relief at seeing the blonde, and without a second thought, she stepped forward and gave him a quick squeeze of a hug. Something the old Kezia did for everyone back in the easier times in Dresmond.
"Camus, I need to speak with you." She said as she rubbed her hands together. "Nevermere... is going to help us. To help Dresmond." She spoke as if still in disbelief and yet wonder over it. "Can... I come in?" She also understood if the answer was no, but it would be surely a lot warmer inside than outside where the wind was whipping her curly hair around in small bursts.
Surprise gave way to a certain amount of relief. He would return the hug, suddenly realizing that he had missed her. Given everything that had happened over the course of the past few years, Camus was in danger of growing rather pessimistic. If he didn't hear from someone in a while, it was easy to start to assume that something unpleasant must have happened. Getting over the initial shock and shaking off the remnants of the sleepiness, he stepped to one side. "Of course, come in." Assuming that Kezia did indeed do so, the blacksmith would close the door behind him. In his mind, he was still chewing over her words.
"Help us?" The man repeated tentatively. He knew of Nevermere of course and the power that they possessed. It was a force than none of the Dresmondi refugees could ever hope to achieve. "That would mean war though, wouldn't it?" He couldn't see any other potential possibility. The Eldouirs were too deeply rooted into the nation now to be easily removed without a heavy amount of conflict.
Post by Kezia & Raiden & Geb on Feb 17, 2023 20:18:08 GMT -5
She rubbed her arms as she stepped inside, her Dyr’s both peeking their heads out to look around at his home. She did a once over before she was turning back to him with a new sort of light in her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. “Or at least a battle. They have agreed to help us because… well I’d assume the threat of the Eldouir’s moving into other kingdoms is too great. But they are willing to help. To actually take action and not just take us in.” She wasn’t trying to say anything bad about Arynn Frey. They had given them refuge.
“But… we should help. Any who are willing or able. This is our fight.”
Camus raised an eyebrow at the sight of two dyr, something he had never before heard of or even imagined was possible. "It seems that a lot as happened since we last spoke." Outside, Mercy shifted round. The elephant couldn't hope to climb into the caravan without reducing it to a pile of splinters and as such contented herself with lingering by the window. She was more than capable of hearing just what was passing between the two of them. Camus folded his arms across his chest, pensive. "Most of those who stay here aren't warriors..." The image of his two children, now adults flashed through his mind. "I'm all for freedom but allowing many of them to fight would be sending them to their deaths."
He leaned back against a table, deep in thought. "I think we owe it to our brothers and sisters to try something."
Post by Kezia & Raiden & Geb on Mar 4, 2023 12:20:44 GMT -5
When his eyes landed on Geb, she shifted a bit. "That's another thing." She reached up to scratch at the spot under his chin. "The Medallion... it has to be out there. How else could Geb have..." She shook her head, releasing a breath. "I fell into the canyon... I was buried and left there... I felt like I was back in our naming... but Raiden was with me." She knew that this might have sounded like a wild delusion to him, but how else did it explain a second dyr who was clearly so closely bound to her and no other Dresmondi around. "I think we can find it. But the Eldouir's have to go first." Or they needed some help from those in Arynn Frey.
Kezia knew there would be hesitation for what she was asking for. She wasn't expecting to roll up here and see an army waiting for her. She knew the people there from months ago, and doubted they had suddenly gotten it within them to train up a military while she was gone. "I know." She didn't expect to walk away from this with all the lives they were going to go into it with. "But it's always been our tradition to let them choose. It's the Dresmondi way." She gave a sad smile. But it grew into something a bit more hopeful when he seemed to agree. "Anyone who wants to help, they can start training. I am sure there are those from Adoi... Dijila." Those that used to fight along the boarder before they were pushed from their homes.
The Medallion... Camus hadn't forgotten about it, nor the shame of having lost it. It had been what had defined them as a people, what gave them their dyrs and their strength.
Whilst he had been "The One" Camus had never actually used the Medallion for its intended purpose, he had little idea or understanding of just how it worked, only that it did. As such, when a Dresmondi with two dyr told him that she had somehow managed to be back in the naming or something similar, he could only believe her. His face would show his surprise but he didn't comment or enquire any further than that. By the sounds of it, she didn't quite understand what had happened to her either, no sense in flogging a dead horse. "If we could find it, it would mean our people would have a future..." They wouldn't die but their way of life had all of one generation left in it before no more dyr... The Medallion would change all that. "When the time comes, I will help you find it. I think we all will."
Camus folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall behind him. He thought over matters for a moment, perhaps a little closer to the current mood of the Arynn Dresmondi. "It's not the will to fight that will be lacking." The man noted. "As comfortable as we might be here, almost everyone wants to go home." He himself longed for the life of free roaming that they had once known. "We would have to see how Arynn Frey feels about the matter..." The Dresmondi were playing a crucial role in building their wall. "We need to be careful. Whatever happens in Dresmond, there will be many of us who will still need shelter here."
Post by Kezia & Raiden & Geb on Mar 26, 2023 14:53:37 GMT -5
Kezia wish she had more to give him when it came to the Medallion. But this had to be enough for now, the hope. The living proof of her and Geb and and Raiden. The clear bond between the three of them was powerful, especially when Dresmondi understood how it worked. “I wouldn’t suggest getting it now. Not with the Eldouir’s…” she let her voice die off.
But to hear that others would look, others would potentially fight, had hope blooming in her chest. “Zevran and Rune are in Nevermere. I figured I could help here because of my past involvement between Dresmondi and Ayrnnites here… whatever you might need my help with.” She offered eagerly, though the thought of going up to the palace made her stomach twist. With the thought of having to face Sylas…
“Whoever can and will, it’s better than letting Nevermere do it all. I am not quite sure what their exact payment will be… but we will work it out.”
Camus only nodded when the Eldouirs were brought up. There was no doubt in his mind that until those fire haired demons were gone from their lands, there would be no future for the Dresmondi as a people other than either enslaved subjects or refugees. If they could get rid of those who had occupied their lands, then they would be able to contemplate rebuilding their home. They would certainly need the medallion for some of that.
The blacksmith put on his "senator's hat" and began thinking through the potential implications for their next move. "We'll have to check things with queen Kimora. I'm not convinced that he'll be happy with many of us leaving before the wall is finished." The Arynnites would most certainly be able to do some of the work themselves but it wouldn't be as quick or efficient as having the local refugees helping out. "It will take some effort and I doubt they'll be happy to let all of us go."
The man let out a sigh, glancing towards Mercy as his dyr listened by the window. "First, we'll have to convince our own people."
Post by Kezia & Raiden & Geb on Apr 2, 2023 14:00:21 GMT -5
Kezia's face fell a bit at the thought of the Queen, because naturally she thought of her son. Sylas. A small part of her worried that if they tried... if Kezia showed up to ask... that she'd be instantly turned down because of the relationship she had abandoned with the prince. Had Sylas told them she had left him behind? She knew that they were not exactly looked upon in the fondest light over the five years they were together. Her from a completely didn't world that was so unlike that of the royalty of any kingdom... let alone Arynn Frey.
"I'll speak to her, if that helps at all." She would have to face Sylas eventually... but maybe if he saw it was because her people had a chance... maybe he'd understand and find a small seedling of forgiveness. Maybe his mother would too. If she even knew.
"And I will do whatever I can to try and talk to our people here. Anyone can turn the tides of this. Any single hand that decides to help." She was hopeful, even after all these years, even after everything that had happened to her.