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
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He had done his waiting. Twelve years of it. Or more. He would wait no longer. It was time to take what he believed rightfully belonged to him. Or at least what he deserved. He could do it better, of that he was convinced. He had not spent nearly his whole life working up to this position only for it to be denied him now. He would prove to his father that it was honorable to have a witch doctor as a son, regardless of the way that Coheed had changed over the years.
Ramses made his way to the Witch Doctor's hut and rapped loudly on the door, drawing the attention of a few people nearby. Good. Let them watch.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 13, 2023 1:52:09 GMT -5
Archelaus had been busy preparing a brew. A few of the men within the tribe had gone down with some sort of a rash. Whilst it wasn't apparently life threatening, it was certainly irritating and on all accounts somewhat painful. The witch doctor's concoction was tried and tested. Once it was done, it should have solved the problem. Sunny was inside the hut, watching her father intently. She seemed to have gotten it into her head that one day, there was a chance of her taking his place.
The knock on the door caused the blonde man to turn around with an exasperated sigh. He didn't suspect anything untoward. Visitors were frequent. All of them needing something. Be it a lotion for a rash, or a potion to help them with impotency... Archelaus answered their calls, although not necessarily with the best of graces. He would open the door, tired eyes meeting those of the stranger. He wasn't a man whom the witch doctor knew, nor particularly cared to get to know. "You got it too?" He asked.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 14, 2023 9:59:30 GMT -5
Ramses' expression was firm and stern when the man opened the door but at the question he cocked his head ever so slightly. He wasn't sure what he was asking, having not noticed the spreading of a rash. He had a half a mind to find out but his mission was more important than his curiosity.
"Archelaus Ravensbornson," he stated, standing tall and looking intently into the eyes of the man before him. "My name is Ramses Oziason. The Gods have called me to be the witch doctor since I was a young boy and I will not let the shifting of the Coheed tribes from disrupting the will of the Gods. The position of witch doctor is mine to hold, not yours."
He noticed the young girl in the room behind Archelaus but Ramses was not to be deterred. With a long and vicious looking dagger held tightly in his fist, he would be ready if the man decided to fight. "It is your choice to either step down peacefully or violently, but either way, the position of Witch Doctor will be mine as the Gods have commanded."
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 20, 2023 3:07:38 GMT -5
Archelaus blinked a few times. He was struggling to process just what this man wanted with him, even though he had already explained his intentions. Somehow, that just wasn't quite registering with him. It wasn't that he didn't quite understand the words. Instead, it's more that he can't quite comprehend just why anyone would come to challenge him like this. He thinks it's a challenge. Honestly, usually if someone came to him claiming that the gods had demanded something, or made their will clear through them alone, then the witch doctor would likely have proscribed them something, and told them to stay out of the sun for a while.
The blonde man glanced around. A few of his neighbors seemed to have taken note of the unfolding drama. Archelaus didn't care all that much about that. It was Sunny that he thought of. His eldest daughter remained inside the hut, her worried gaze resting upon her father. If she hadn't been there, then the witch doctor would likely have slammed the door, and told whoever this apparent challenger was to go, and find something better to do with their time. As it was, then the man would step forwards.
"You want a fight? If the gods really are on your side, then it shouldn't be much of a problem." Archelaus would turn his back, heading into his hut in order to retrieve his weapon. Sunny second guessed him, rushing forwards in order to present her father with his old tomahawk.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 20, 2023 14:57:33 GMT -5
This was not usual. The position of Witch Doctor was one that had never once, to Ramses knowledge anyway, been taken by combat. Nearly everything else in Coheed was solved this way but not for the witch doctor. As such, Archelaus wasn't the only one who seemed confused. Many of the people observing the confrontation looked equally puzzled. Yet, times had changed and if one wanted to survive, nay, thrive, then adaptation to this new world was the only way to do so.
As the blonde man stepped back into his hut to grab a weapon, Ramses stepped back away from the hut, people moving out of his way and creating a makeshift arena for the two men to do battle. With the dagger in hand, a short sword attached to his hip, another dagger in his boot, and a single bottle of unknown substance though it might later be revealed to be a peppery mixture, it was the knowledge of the gods' will that was what provided Ramses with the most courage. Yes, he was sure he could best Archelaus physically but with the gods in support of him, he could not fail.
He stood at the ready, dagger held in a preparatory stance as he waited for Archelaus to come out to meet him.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 25, 2023 9:43:42 GMT -5
Archelaus shed some of his excess weight, ditching the heavy fur that hung over his shoulders. He hung it up somewhat carelessly. He didn't take his eyes off of the man who had come here to challenge him. He was a stranger, and therefore an unknown. The witch-doctor didn't know what rock the man had come out from, but he had a knife. He was unpredictable, and for all that the blonde haired man knew, potentially mad. The sooner they could get this over, and done with, the better.
His gaze came to fall down upon his daughter. The girl's eyes wide wide with fright. Instinct demanded that she stick close to her only remaining blood relative. She was a little bit too close. Archelaus had gone through his first blood, he knew that the fighting could get messy. He didn't want his favorite child getting harmed. "Stay back." The man would gently push his daughter backwards towards the entrance to his hut.
Archelaus straightened his spine and rolled his shoulders, taking advantage of a few seconds to limber up, readying himself for the fight which now seemed inevitable. He flexed the muscles of his hands, still clutching his tomahawk. He didn't take his eyes off of the stranger, weary least he decide to make a sudden rush at him. He had only a few words for the man: "This is your last chance. You can back down. I might even have something in my hut for that swollen head of yours."
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 25, 2023 10:18:14 GMT -5
Ramses laughed at the fraud's words. He had not been chosen by the gods. He'd been chosen by a man to take this position. Where Archelaus thought he had the right to such a sacred position was beyond him. He'd not been trained in this role for his whole life the way that Ramses had. "My last chance? It is you who has the opportunity to step away peacefully and relinquish your title that was given to you by man. I cannot and will not 'back down' from the role the gods have given me."
Ramses would indeed give Archelaus a brief moment to reconsider. If he did, then wonderful. If he did not, Ramses would pull the short sword from his hip and move towards the man, taking the first swing of his weapon to aim at the man's shoulder. First blood. Death didn't need to be the outcome but Ramses would go there if need be.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 26, 2023 2:12:29 GMT -5
There would be no reasoning with this odd man. Archelaus realized that much quickly. There were only two possibilities: either his challenger was completely insane, or he truly was in communion with the gods. In which case, the witch doctor really shouldn't have stood much of a chance. He waited a few seconds, curious to see if he might not be about to be struck down by some great lightning bolt from above. None came. The man shook his head, dismissing all doubts from his mind, the sooner this was over, the better.
Archelaus would raise his tomahawk, readying himself. It was going to be a fight. Archelaus would let his challenger take the first swing, just so that he could truly claim with onlookers to back him up, that he wasn't the one to start this, should, for whatever reason, any trouble come from it. When Ramses took his chance and lunged, the man would attempt to dive to the side, taking the opportunity to attempt to swing at his attacker's outstretched arm.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 28, 2023 17:08:35 GMT -5
While Ramses had dexterity on his side, giving him uncanny accuracy, Archelaus clearly had speed which he recognized from the first swipe from the man. It would be a fairly even match. Except, of course, that the gods were on the side of Ramses, no doubt about that.
His first swipe was a miss but he had expected that. They were still in prime condition, full energy. Much the same, Ramses was able to pull his arm away just in time to avoid the swing of the tomahawk from making contact with his arm. He used the action to allow himself to twist and crouch, first swiping at Archelaus' thighs with the sword while at the same time his other hand tossed the dagger with practiced skill and his enhancement as he finished the circle, aiming at the man's belly.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Aug 29, 2023 2:07:55 GMT -5
Archelaus was fast. He always had been. Speed didn't necessarily mean that much when going up against dexterity however. Had his opponent possessed enhanced strength, the witch doctor would have known exactly how to act. Right now though, it seemed to him that they were on even ground. Even their stature and age were comparable. The blonde man didn't believe the gods would intervene. That meant that he just had to be the better warrior. He took no note of the spectators.
The only thing that knowing about his enemy's enhancement did, was cause him to be careful. Fast as Archelaus was, he knew that dexterity would likely mean that even the slightest of openings could, and likely would be used against him. Archelaus opted for a different tactic as a result. He would try to put some distance between the two of them, darting backwards a few feet in the hopes that Ramses wouldn't be able to keep up. If he was successful, even partly. He would charge back in, closing the gap so as to take another swing, aiming for the man's legs with his weapon.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Aug 30, 2023 10:27:38 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Ramses, his swipe met air as Archelaus dashed away. Coward. It didn't matter than the man was using the tools he had at his disposal, Ramses chose to see the act of moving out of reach as an act of cowardice regardless of what it really was. He never took his eyes off of the man as Archelaus moved back in, he shifted out of the way as the weapon and moved to grab the man's wrist, tugging him down onto the ground. If successful he'd then move to stomp down on the man's face with enough force to hopefully break the nose and issue first blood.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Sept 7, 2023 2:02:23 GMT -5
This guy was stubborn. If any form of delirium had taken hold to cause him to act out in such a manner, Archelaus reasoned that its roots were so deep at this point that there would be little to be done for him. What did it matter anyhow? Neither of them were pulling their punches. Having missed his first swing, he would raise his tomahawk again in the hopes of getting another blow in. It was only then that he realized his challenger's intentions. There was little the witch doctor could do to avoid his challenger grabbing his wrist. He chose to go with the tug, as opposed to risking a break or a sprain which would likely have cost him the fight. Instead, as he crashed into the dirt, the blonde haired man would reach for the same boot that was coming for his face, hoping to twist it so as to either break the joint, or force his foe to the ground just as he was right now.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Sept 8, 2023 14:44:52 GMT -5
Speed, once again, was Archelaus' advantage as he grabbed Ramses boot. Ramses, the rightful witch doctor, rolled with the twist to avoid a break and landed on the ground as well though he did so in a forward roll and as his backside hit the ground he aimed a kick with his free foot at Archelaus' jaw, hoping to land that desperately needed blow. Whether or not he managed to make contact and break skin he didn't wait to see. Now laying in opposite direction to Arch, the man's feet by Ramses' head he moved to grab the Arch's legs, wrapping his arms around both knees and attempted to bite the man's shin. Again, hopefully hard enough to draw blood.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Sept 15, 2023 1:41:45 GMT -5
The fight had any lost any semblance of strength and nobility. Instead, it had dissolved into two men rolling around in the mud. Archelaus wasn't even particularly thinking anymore. He was acting solely on instinct, doing what he could to wrestle with his attacker, whilst frantically trying to avoid being wounded himself. He would narrowly manage to dodge the boot that came for his face, moving his head to one side, so that it crashed into the ground rather than his nose. When Ramses went for his leg however, the witch doctor was a little less prepared. The man would kick frantically to free himself. He would bring both of his fists down upon his attacker's face, hoping to perhaps do some damage to the man in the process.
He felt the sharp pain of teeth against his skin. It took all of his Coheedman's reserve to avoid screaming. Instead, he grit his teeth, hissing with the pain. Since, at this point in the game, it was abundantly clear that pretty much anything was now admissible, he would attempt to free himself, again, moving his thumbs to try and drive them into the man's eyes.
If he was successful, he would move up to his feet. Readying himself to fight once more. Regardless, if anyone cared to, or was able to notice, they would find a small cut were teeth had met flesh. It wasn't much, but a few pearls of red were trickling down. First blood had been drawn.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Sept 19, 2023 12:06:04 GMT -5
Archelaus' fists met Ramses' cheek and while it wasn't enough to draw blood, he would certainly be left with a rather nasty bruise by the next morning. He heard the hiss of pain from the man though it wasn't a sound that would necessarily be heard from the crowd around them.
Ramses moved his arm to block Archelaus' attempt to go for his eyes and in so doing released the man who quickly got to his feet. Ramses had begun to make the move to stand as well, seeing the preparatory fighting stance of the warrior, when a spot of red caught his eye. He wiped his thumb along the side of his mouth as he stood up and looking down at his hand he grinned proudly. Blood. First blood in fact. Ramses had one.
It was clear that Archelaus didn't realize he'd been defeated yet. Ramses grinned viciously at him and pointed to the man's leg. "You lose," was all he said.