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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Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Sept 23, 2023 2:53:30 GMT -5
The witch doctor was still catching his breath. It hadn't dawned on him quite yet that he'd lost. For the time being, he was still expecting the next attack to come. He still clutched onto his tomahawk, readying himself to bring it back down atop his challenger as soon as the man came for him.
It was only when he pointed down, that Archelaus dared to glance downwards, looking his leg. His heart stopped when he saw what was even a couple of tiny drops of blood making their way down his leg. It was his, there could be no denying it. A few murmurs passed through those who had gathered around to watch. He'd lost, and all of those present would be able to attest to that simple fact. All waited with baited breath, waiting to see what the blonde man was going to do now.
Sunny took a few steps forwards, instinctively heading towards her father. The man would raise his arm, signaling his daughter to stop immediately. "Stay behind me." The ball was in Ramses' court now.
Post by Ramses Oziason on Sept 25, 2023 13:42:47 GMT -5
The smile on Ramses face was one of savage pride. He had won. Not on his own merits alone but because it was the will of the gods. He made no further moves towards Archelaus or his child, there was no need. It was finished. He raised his hands as he addressed the crowd. "I, Ramses Oziason, am your rightful witch doctor. The gods have willed it by allowing me to defeat this man, a man who was appointed by a Chieftain and not by the gods. From this point forward I will be your connection to those above who watch over us. All are welcome and encouraged to come to me for guidance and healing."
He rotated slightly as he spoke but never so he couldn't still see Archelaus, not allowing the man to be able to try to suddenly attack from behind. He let his hands fall as he turned back to the former witch doctor. "It is finished," was all he said to the man. His next step would be to go to the Chieftain and explain the change.
Post by Archelaus Ravensbornson on Oct 1, 2023 3:24:57 GMT -5
Archelaus glanced around. He could have continued to fight, but then it was still lost. There were witnesses here. Even if he managed to win a more brutal and final fight, there would be those who whispered that he had fought dishonorably, and hadn't accepted his just defeat. Shaken, Archelaus felt the tension in his muscles vanish slowly but surely, as adrenaline died down. The former witch-doctor took a step backwards, clearly backing down. Ramses didn't appear to be paying him much attention, already marching off, presumably to go and find the chieftain. The blonde man didn't particularly care about any of that. The man would shake his head, backing away.
Sunny reached out to take his head. It acted as a slap to the man, reminding him about just where he was and what was at risk right now.
"Come on..." Archelaus would already begin walking. "Where are we going?" Sunny questioned. "Away..." One thing was clear in the man's mind, he couldn't stay here any longer.