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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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 13, 2024 9:15:22 GMT -5
With Regan’s hurt and resignation came Cassian’s victory. With only four words he had turned her sails and taken control of the course. If guilt were to be felt, then it was not in this moment. All that’s the king experienced was righteous vindication.
He took only two minutes more, continuing his survey of the night sea as if that quiet observation was of utmost importance to him, before beginning a wordless return to the castle.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 13, 2024 9:15:59 GMT -5
Within the time that Cassian spent staring at the sea and the steps back to the castle, Regan decided a few things: The first, that he had lied. She was that she was not what he needed. Just like before, she was an alternate for Alys—a knock off. A replacement. The second was that she was a fool to think otherwise. A delusional, childish fool to assume that she was anything other than functional. The third was that she couldn’t trust him—at least, not like she’d believed. Couldn’t trust him to care for her, to give her the benefit of the doubt, to defend her or protect her when she slipped or her hand was mislaid. Regan had thought by putting all her hopes on Cassian she was making a sure bet. That all the rejection, the abandonment—none of that mattered now that she had this. But she was wrong. She was alone.
Regan would follow Cassian back to the castle, and wait to be dismissed. She'd go forward with a new resolve as well. If Cassian didn't know what he saw, she'd make him see. She'd twist herself into whatever she needed to be to please him. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much of herself was left when it was done. She'd lay on her cot, staring up at the ceiling, wishing more than anything she could burn.