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 Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 13:54:12 GMT -5
Regan kept her footing, though she tripped on her skirts as she did. Immediately she rushed to Cassian.
“Your Majesty—” Regan would try to help her king up and check his wound, but would find resistance. She’d try once more after the attempts were resisted before backing away if Cassian allowed.
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, 2024 13:55:16 GMT -5
Cassian resisted by raising a shielding arm. He would pivot it accordingly to keep her back. Only when she backed away would he lower it. There was caution in his gaze.
Instead of speaking, he let his eyes wander from Regan and to the scene around them, trying to determine the next step. How did they get back from here?
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 21, 2024 14:03:07 GMT -5
What Cassian would see is a clearing with an old woodshed—mercifully, one that had a door. There was a boarded over well and an overgrown path leading away from the clearing down the mountain. The beast had done its mistress’s bidding, and now preened itself as if it were any other bird of the air.
Regan’s heart raced as she waited. There were a thousand things she wanted to say just to fill the silence. Her mouth even opened and shut like a fish out of water and a small croak of speech sounded before she snapped it shut. Regan’s eyes kept darting to the wound. The flow of blood seemed to be slowing, but it was still an ugly sight.
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 22, 2024 3:14:09 GMT -5
Cassian’s gaze fell on the waiting shed with its blessed door and he immediately stood and began towards it. It seemed clear enough that he had no intention to talk to Regan about what had happened, to tell her it was okay, or to even look at her.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 22, 2024 15:13:33 GMT -5
Regan hurried after him (would she do anything else?) releasing the creature back into its oblivion. When the door shut behind them, Regan stood there, hands stained with Cassian’s blood. She felt like she was going to throw up—and not because of the blood. The cold feeling in her gut had only grown, the moment after the dance cycling through her head over and over again.
“I can fetch a healer,” Her voice was just short of a whisper, one she was trying to keep steady, “I can go if you want me to go. But…” Regan swallowed the rest of her words, cutting them off before they had a chance to run away with themselves.
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 24, 2024 12:53:34 GMT -5
Cassian used the key to return them to his study. It was always his study. Stepping into the familiar space, however, he didn’t feel the usual sense of familiarity. The king persona and disposition didn’t flood back into his person, chasing away the wolf and its adventures. No, he found himself caught, no doubt by the pulsing pain in his chest. He felt himself disoriented and…he couldn’t put his finger on it. Anxious? Angry? Betrayed? Afraid?
He was crossing towards his desk as she spoke, and he found in himself the urge to spin around, perhaps to shift again.
“Just—” the word left the king’s lips uncharacteristically fast, as if he hadn’t given the response thought; he hesitated, however, reaching his desk and moving behind it, now facing Regan—“go.” It could have been said harsher, but somehow it came out rather gently. Or was it only quiet yet still steely and hard?
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 24, 2024 19:26:04 GMT -5
Regan could feel it, though she too didn’t know just what it was. It was a frenetic, unstable energy that rolled off Cassian in waves. Her heart pounded in her chest. The room felt like it was spinning. And then...he turned. Go. The word struck Regan like an arrow. After the slight flinch, shutters closed behind Regan’s eyes. She disappeared, dissociating like a turtle retracting into its shell.
"No other sacrifice would have meant as much," Regan whispered, though her voice no longer wavered, "It's an ugly thing, and—and you can be angry, but when things fall apart, what matters is I get you home. Nothing's gonna keep me from that." Regan lingered for only a moment, eyes flickering to the cut on Cassian’s chest, before she dipped her head in a slight bow and turned to leave.
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 28, 2024 10:56:24 GMT -5
Cassian expected her to go in silence. He wanted her to. He wanted it because he didn’t want to face the trembling inside himself, nor accept what that would mean for them. Simultaneously, however, he longed for her to fight him. To challenge him. To show the same strength she had against Alys, that same assertion.
She spoke. Cassian’s anger spiked. He already knew what she was going to say because he knew why she had hurt him. Of course he knew. It was something he had compartmentalized and conveniently dismissed, but now, here, with his chest throbbing and his heart pounding, it was something that could no longer be ignored.
He was her alpha. And now she was his alpha female.
“Get,” spittle flew from his mouth, the rage in his face nothing short of wolfish, “out.”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 28, 2024 10:58:23 GMT -5
The bow never came. Cassian's rage cut through Regan’s former closed-off calm. Her eyes flew into a deeper charcoal hue while he spat. Her body tensed, hackles raising, and there would be a moment of suspension as a fleeting battle that played out across her features. The wolf flashed with inspecific hunger: for him, for violence, hunger for whatever it was in Cassian's voice that was mirrored in her but she'd never seen in him so starkly. Chaos. Unrest. Lack of control. The wolf was drawn to it, freezing her on the spot as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
To resist temptation, Regan whirled around and pushed through the door, Cassian's blood still on her hands. She'd move as swiftly as her feet could carry her, not looking anyone in the eye, retreating straight back to her room where she no longer hand to swallow the growl in her throat.
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 Feb 2, 2024 4:04:40 GMT -5
Cassian’s chest heaved with his breathing as Regan fled the room. He immediately turned to the window, expecting the entrance of one of the royal guards.
“Is everything okay, Your Majesty?” It wasn’t only Alys who sometimes wondered how and why Regan got so close so fast. Everyone knew she’d attacked him at the training grounds.
“All is well.” Cassian said, a tremble in his voice. He counted as he waited for the royal guard to exit. After hesitation he did, and Cassian was free to slash and tear and flip and roar. He didn’t. He closed his eyes and counted. He didn’t only count to five or ten. It took him until two-hundred and fifty-four before he had control again.