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 Quinton Featherton on Mar 7, 2024 17:30:45 GMT -5
If Quinton were a more cowardly man, he may have felt like the prey he likely was when Hiram Eldouir looked him up and down. But he wasn’t a coward. Neither was he a fool, however. Even though he did not feel trepidatious or inferior like the redhead probably intended, he would be cautious. After all, one should always be cautious when playing with dangerous wild animals.
He would allow a friendly chuckle. Just another male being amused at the prospect of finding a bedmate for the night, “Those are reasons I cannot argue with,” a moment of silence as he finally made a choice that may put him in the disfavor of some, but Quinton really didn’t want a mess made in his newly decorated home, “Officially, Hiram, given the state of things, I am obliged to warn you away. However, I think we both know how the dice will roll if I try to force you out of my home,” now that he had chosen to not make a fuss about them staying, he grew rather attached to the idea. After all, having he Eldouir be at his little bash would be the subject of conversation for months. He felt a tingle of excitement in his shriveled, black heart, “So please, drink, dance,” a smile, “And make merry. I just ask that things remain peaceful, for the sake of my guests,” or rather, for the sake of his furnishings. He didn’t give a flying fig about his guests, but the remodeling of his home had taken far too long for him to want to go through the damned process again.
The subject of his name gave him pause. Had he not introduced himself? Really, he didn’t see the need. He assumed that people would now who he was since this was his house. A twinge of annoyance, an outrage that he wasn’t known to this man, that he would hide. “My apologies,” he said, “I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am the host of this ball, Count Quinton Featherton.”
Post by Alaric Melbourne on Mar 7, 2024 22:18:13 GMT -5
Alaric gripped Ikisina Navarro’s hand, not from alarm, but from habit. He always gripped onto a lady’s hand when offered, “Hiram?” He looked around, but only saw people with hair colors that were anything but red, “Where…?” He still didn’t see him, but Alaric was nothing if not a big believer in self preservation, “Regardless, you are right. We should make ourselves scarce while things are still calm.”
And if she allowed it, he would tug her from the ballroom and to the safety of outdoors.
Post by Ikisina Navarro on Mar 8, 2024 4:07:20 GMT -5
Sina was glad that Alaric Melbourne believed her, a part of her.Work point him out, however she doesn't want to cause panic amongst people. All she was grip his hand, in a way that was thankful that he won come with her. Dina followed him out.hopefully to safety.
Spider Physiology - the power to possess the abilities of a spider. For Acacia, this consists of five elements (venomous bite, webs, enchanted strength, enhanced eyesight/darkvision, the ability to crawl up walls).
For more information on these elements, see character application.
Post by Acacia Scorza on Mar 8, 2024 11:39:11 GMT -5
When Tallis Scorza grabbed her hand, Acacia looked around the room. She was being dragged somewhere, but where, and why? She hadn't heard Scout say that Hiram had arrived, but after walking a few steps with Tallis, she looked at the direction they were walking in and saw Hiram. She wasn't up to date on any ideas her cousin had about working with the Eldouir, so she didn't feel as excited to see him, but she wasn't afraid of him either.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Mar 22, 2024 8:06:48 GMT -5
Hiram’s face was grave for a beat. Just a beat. He looked at Quinton Featherton as if something might happen…and then the beat passed and he was grinning like the Cheshire cat. He reached a hand to slap the host’s back good-naturedly.
“I like you, Featherton. Smart man.” He said, both tone and gaze adorning the man with his approval. Believe it or not, Hiram didn’t always ruin everything. “Everything will remain peaceful,” he promised, adding in a whisper, “as long as your other guests behave.” He winked and turned from Featherton to look directly at Florina Bellerose. Many hearts were racing, many bodies of blood exiting, but something about her entire being drew him in. Without a farewell he would abandon the host in favor of the staring woman. He would cross to her, as hard or as easily as it was, expecting people to move or nudging them out of the way if he needed to. Hopefully she stayed frozen.
“My lady.” He said with a smile and a bounce of his brows, redirecting her blood to have a physical, sexual reaction to him.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Mar 22, 2024 8:43:04 GMT -5
Seeing Hiram Eldouir approach her, Florina wanted to step away, to disappear into the crowd, but no matter how much she willed for her legs to move, her feet stayed exactly where they were. Stars above, she promised herself that if she made it through that night, that she’d find someone to help her react to danger in a better way…however that could be done.
Then he was in front of her, smiling and wagging his brows at her in a most unseemly way. If this were any other time and any other man, she would have frowned, perhaps bristled as she openly snubbed the cad—if she got over her trepidation that is. However, as he spoke to her, her fear turned something decidedly warmer, inviting. There was a tingling in her wrists, her inner elbows, and places she was too much of a lady to admit to. The change in her mood would have confused her more than it was, had she not felt the man’s magic. She couldn’t tell how he was doing it, but he was definitely influencing her body’s reaction to him.
“Stop that,” she breathed, the words leaving her mouth before she thought better of it.
Post by Quinton Featherton on Mar 22, 2024 9:26:16 GMT -5
Quinton also grinned with Hiram Eldouir, and even chuckled companionably. For a moment, he had wondered if the Eldouir would take his words well, but he had appeared to have found some favor with him instead. Excellent. All those years of talking Simmy’s temper down had been time well spent. If his old friend was still living…ah well, “Please, call me Quinton,” the redhead had told him to call him by his first name, after all, and it didn’t hurt to attempt to forge more of a compradery. One never knew when it might prove useful, “and I’ll be sure to keep things peaceful, Hiram,” he said, “I’m sure nobody here wants to ruin their elaborate costuming.”
Before Quinton could attempt to converse more, the Eldouir’s attention seemed to be caught by something, and Quinton found himself abandoned by the party crasher. He inwardly shrugged before moving through the crowd. First, he needed to get the ball going again, and then he would speak to the Lady Steward.
He would try to find Scout Kane, and would touch her elbow, “Come with me a moment,” he would murmer to her, “I have something to tell you, but first…”
He would try to lead them to where the musicians sat, and a servant would provide him a glass and a spoon that he would tap to bring the attention of the room to himself. As soon as they had his attention, he would speak:
“Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for gracing us with your presence tonight. It’s truly a pleasure to see each and every one of you here, gathered under this roof for what promises to be a memorable evening. Now, I must address a slight hiccup we’ve encountered. It seems we have some uninvited guests who’ve decided to join our festivities. While their presence may be unexpected, let us remember the spirit of hospitality that defines this gathering. Let’s extend our warmth and welcome to them, and I trust that with our graciousness, they’ll soon find their place among us. But enough about that minor distraction! Tonight is a celebration—a celebration of friendship, of joy, and of love. So let’s put any disruptions behind us and focus on the magic of this moment. I see the dance floor beckoning to us, eager to be filled with laughter and rhythm. Let’s allow the melody to sweep us away and the rhythm to guide our steps. Let’s embrace the joy of this occasion, let’s revel in each other’s company, and let’s make memories that will last a lifetime. So without further ado, let the music play and let the dance begin!”
Quinton would gesture to the musicians, and they started to play music for dancing.
Then he would turn to Scout Kane, “I know this seems unorthodox, but I believe the best course of action is to remain peaceful. They seem to only want to dance”
Ring of Charisma - This ring will give the wearer when twisted around three times a boost of confidence and listeners to be compelled to believe and trust her.
The Mirror of Sight- will be able to locate and see where a person is doing, by say their full name.
Post by Annabeth Porter on Mar 22, 2024 11:02:39 GMT -5
A lot of things is happening she thought she was her ex husband. Well the way he stand and everything. It all blur. Annabeth heard the host mentioned dancing. She looked around and spotted the devil himself Hiram. Last time she saw him they was a trail. She heard lady bellicose walking him to stop that. A part of Annabeth sighs and she walked over to Hiram Eldouir. Mostly to keep his ducking gift off Florina. "To push any hard feelings aside. How about a dance?" She asked. She doesn't love the idea but she doesn't want anybody to get hurt.
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Post by Scout Kane on Mar 22, 2024 11:30:33 GMT -5
The blonde kept an eye on Hiram Eldouir as she watched the conversation between Quinton Featherton and him. So far so good, it seemed like. Scout was on edge, that much was for sure, but she wouldn't try to make the situation escalate.
When Quinton found her, she would follow him, like he asked. With a smile on her face she stood next to him while he gave a speech. She didn't add anything to it, but she did her best to smile and look reassuring. She didn't like the Eldouirs being here one bit, but it was better to try to have a good evening instead of be panicked.
After the speech, Scout would take a hold of Quinton's arm, standing in a dancing position. The song made it so that it wouldn't be weird for them to be somewhat closer together, which was ideal because she needed to speak with him.
"You're right, but that still doesn't put me at ease", she would say softly, while dancing. "I'm very torn right now. There is no guarantee that they will only dance. I want people out of here, but that would draw attention. Someone could alert the guards at the palace, but if they notice guards, it will escalate." More dancing, swinging around. "But I can dance and stay alert, as well, if you think that's best."
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Hiram had gone over to Florina Bellerose, and that Annabeth Porter asked him for a dance. This was nerve wrecking.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2024 11:31:17 GMT -5 by Scout Kane
Post by Honora Allemeade on Mar 22, 2024 12:10:00 GMT -5
Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for gracing us with your presence tonight
His voice burned, stuck in her like the hot poker he’d wielded against her in the cellar. Honora’s eyes snapped to him from her place at the side of the room. Honora brushed past the old woman, Winifred Whistlebottom, barely noticing her as she made her way through the room as Quinton Featherton delivered his speech.
No one would stop her. If they tried, Honora would drop them—jerking the contents of their psyche so they fell in pain to the floor. When she arrived at the host by the time he had finished speaking, and had turned to Scout Kane, she stopped before them, dropping her hood so that her face was visible. Her now blonde hair curled down to her shoulders, red lipstick on her lips coloring a soft smile under hard, crystalline eyes.
“A dance, Lord Featherton?” Her voice was cold, maintaining politeness but with an edge of danger to it. Honora’s reappearance would certainly be a surprise to any who had been awake and aware in Lorendale these many weeks, and the fact she’d returned with a silver collar around her neck that now glinted in the firelight would only add to it.
Post by Quinton Featherton on Mar 22, 2024 17:16:18 GMT -5
“I would like nothing more than to throw them out,” he lied smoothly, “However, knowing them, they might cause a fuss that we are not prepared to handle. I believe more people will survive if we cooperate for now,” the whole thing really was delightful. A few drops of the chaos that were the Eldouir were just what his little party needed.
He was about to offer his hand to Lady Scout Kane for a dance, but then the sow (Honora Allemeade) came into his line of sight. He had a flash of their little…dalliance, and he barely stopped his mouth twisting into a wicked grin. Instead, he kept his features neutral yet pleasant, a host greeting a guest.
“Of course,” he said to her, but then looked at Lady Kane, “But only if Lady Kane is amiable to it.” they had just been about to dance together, after all. And oh, did he want to dance with the sow. He’d imagined the time they would meet again, although he had to admit to himself the two of them would be alone and her legs would be broken, unlike the first time.
Post by Winifred Whistlebottom on Mar 23, 2024 19:38:06 GMT -5
Winifred turned as the young woman brushed by her, a frown tugging on her mouth, "Well," she said thoughtfully, "There must have seen someone special," the words were gracious, but Winnie knew rude behavior when she saw it. The old woman tried not to let such things bother her, and she had no trouble letting it roll off her back that night. Instead of dwelling on it, she continued to move through the crowd, oblivious to the presence of the Eldouirs.
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Honora Allemeade. It seemed like Remiel did not need to worry no more. His beloved sister had gone to the Eldouir. "Of course", she said, smiling and taking a step back so the two of them could dance. Oh how she was worried. She would step aside some more to keep an eye on Hiram Eldouir and Annabeth Porter, and Honora Allemeade and Quinton Featherton.
[Mostly for myself, Scout's ting works for another 7 posts]
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2024 3:40:10 GMT -5 by Scout Kane
Post by Cezar Scorza on Mar 24, 2024 14:20:00 GMT -5
Cezar had smiled as the woman asked who her competition was. He looked around them and moved so he was standing behind Avalon and then bent to whisper in her ear. His hands hovered over her shoulders, fingertips just barely skimming against her skin as if she was too precious and fragile to touch with anything other than delicacy. "Only my wife, but I'm sure that won't be a problem for a woman as captivating as you," he said, clearly encouraging her to not be put off by his status. To the public they were married and he would always keep up that story but they had long ago figured out that while they were quite the match together, their were differences in some of their wants and left Cezar often searching for fulfillment of those needs elsewhere.
However, before their conversation could continue Cezar caught Tallis Scorza' gaze and his eyes flicked to the new visitor again. Getting a better look he started to understand what was going on. "Save a dance for me," he whispered to Avalon Eldouir, his lips brushing her ear lobe.
He made his way across the room to his 'wife' as Quinton made his announcement to begin dancing. "Is that really who I think it is?" he asked Tallis as he stood beside her.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Mar 24, 2024 14:57:34 GMT -5
Tallis was dangerously giddy. She finished her champagne and reached for another, orbiting Hiram Eldouir from a respectable distance as if he were the evening’s provided entertainment. She snagged a small chocolate truffle from a passing tray and popped it into her mouth as she watched the redhead approach Florina Bellerose. When Cezar Scorza arrived, her eyes didn’t leave the pair, though she did lean back into her “husband” as she giggled.
“It sure is.” It was a whisper of victory. The thrill of a tide turning. Tallis’s obvious glee only grew when Annabeth Porter came to greet Hiram and…ask for a dance. Tallis, mid-sip of her champagne, very aggressively choked on it as she coughed and sputtered with open laughter at Countess Porter’s expense.
”Hard feelings.” Tallis repeated to Cezar, laughing anew, wiping tears of merriment from beneath her eyes as she leaned against him for support as she held on to Acacia Scorza’s hand.
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2024 14:59:36 GMT -5 by Tallis Scorza