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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The witch had waved her wand and put Hiram into a sleep, but it didn’t stop the Eldouir from finishing their business. After successfully whisking the group away from the palace, Myla brought them to the deck of a ship out at sea, not far from the location conveyed to her by Honora, who had easily plucked what she needed to know form Hiram’s brain.
When the sleep wore off and Hiram came to, he found himself on a deck, some Arynnites dead, others standing back with fear on their faces. It took him a moment to deduce where he was and why.
“We’ll teleport to her.” He said decisively, reaching once more for that familiar Eldouir blood. It was right here, but somehow still far. Arynnite magic could be crafty like that. He stood and took the railing of the boat, casting a wary gaze into the blue below.
Before working his magic, he turned to look at the queen and her servant.
“We’ll see you back in Lorendale.” He promised, whether she liked it or not. With that, the blood from the dead bodies around them would rise up and swallow Hiram, Honora, Myla, and Avalon, intending to teleport them to the secret prison underwater. He would use the blood of peacekeepers on the deck to make a gruesome entrance, careful to steer clear of the familiar Eldouir blood.
Blast Generation - Avalon is able to generate blasts of powerful, pressurized air at whatever she targets.
A pressure-force generates in her core that creates a blast. She can direct this blast at people or objects. This means that if someone stands in the way of the blast force, it will not go through the person but hit them instead. If someone knows about her Gift and is feeling heroic, they would be able to throw themselves between her and her target to intercept her attack. This would result in them taking the blow.
The force of power behind Avalon’s blast is determined by how much she “charges” the attack. Charging looks like her focusing contained magical power into her core that she then releases at will. An attack with lesser pressure will be generated and released in a single post. An attack with moderate power will be charged for one post and released in the next post. Her most powerful blasts need to be charged for two posts and released in the third. For context, the most powerful blast from Avalon can tear apart stone, earth, and sometimes even metals.
Apart from power, Avalon can also manipulate the size and precision of her attacks. Sometimes they are large and all-encompassing, like a hurricane, and sometimes they are small and specific, like the loosing of an arrow. She can release any size in a single post, and the wreckage it causes is then determined by how much power she charged into it.
Post by Avalon Eldouir on Jun 3, 2024 9:59:09 GMT -5
There was still anger left in Avalon, but Akagi's death had quenched part of her thirst for blood. People were going to pay for what they had done to the family, to her sister. The woman didn't even realise that soon she would be seeing her sisters husk-like body. It didn't register yet.
She was preoccupied with Hiram now. He had been asleep for a moment, but was coming back to them now. It was probably the most vulnerable she had ever seen him, yet she know he would be able to take out anyone who came at him right then and there. There was no need for her to verbally respond to what he said, so she just stared ahead, reading herself to be teleported to the hidden prison. At least they had gotten rid of that annoying queen and her guard. They had added nothing to the conversation (of course they hadn't) and they were boring Avalon.
Post by Honora Allemeade on Jun 5, 2024 9:16:34 GMT -5
Perhaps in the past Honora would have distressed herself over the king—the guilt at her involvement nearly too much to bear—but nothing seemed…real. She felt like she was moving through the world as a ghost, one untethered from the concerns of the mortal realm. The only guiding principle was survival. Her only fire, for revenge. So to that end, she could justify what the Eldouir had done. She understood.
She emerged from the pool of blood with a wave of nausea, gagging at the smell of iron in the dark confines of the ship. Myla could see her sway and steadied her, the Eldouir more accustomed to Hiram’s teleportation than her little canary was. She took Honora’s hand, and they would follow Hiram where she led. Just as Hiram’s blood-magic reached out, Honora’s mind sought others. She’d draw their psyches close, sapping it so that they’d feel exhaustion and she’d start to tremble with the rush of their energy.
If one was close enough, Honora would seek to pull images of Elena’s location to the forefront.
Post by October Montgomery on Jun 5, 2024 14:14:16 GMT -5
October and Iliana were left behind, unable to follow along to where the Eldouir went next. Nor did they want to. Wasting no time, Iliana used her own key to take the two of them immediately back home and away from this nightmare. For now.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Jun 6, 2024 13:09:03 GMT -5
Once on the boat, Hiram beelined his way to Elena. He ignored the peacekeepers, trusting that either Honora would bend them or Myla and Avalon would break them. He was focused only on the familiar body, the one with a still-beating heart. His hope lifted. She wasn’t dead, that liar of a king. But he was, and it served him right for even pretending to have killed one of Hiram’s people.
Elena was on deck for her exercise, though she didn’t do it now as she used to. She stood still, bland gaze cast into the water past the deck. She didn’t turn. Didn’t look. Didn’t flinch.
“Elena.” Hiram bellowed her name, quickening his pace to her. He would reach her, and she would not respond. Only when he grabbed her did she turn towards him, muscle memory, no recognition in her eyes. His anger ripened, but in his ignorance he blamed it on something they had done to her. She should have been stronger than this. Stupid, stupid girl.
Without hesitation, Hiram scooped Elena into his arms. His priority would be to teleport them all back to Lorendale, back to the throne room where the blood was waiting for them. Back home.
Blast Generation - Avalon is able to generate blasts of powerful, pressurized air at whatever she targets.
A pressure-force generates in her core that creates a blast. She can direct this blast at people or objects. This means that if someone stands in the way of the blast force, it will not go through the person but hit them instead. If someone knows about her Gift and is feeling heroic, they would be able to throw themselves between her and her target to intercept her attack. This would result in them taking the blow.
The force of power behind Avalon’s blast is determined by how much she “charges” the attack. Charging looks like her focusing contained magical power into her core that she then releases at will. An attack with lesser pressure will be generated and released in a single post. An attack with moderate power will be charged for one post and released in the next post. Her most powerful blasts need to be charged for two posts and released in the third. For context, the most powerful blast from Avalon can tear apart stone, earth, and sometimes even metals.
Apart from power, Avalon can also manipulate the size and precision of her attacks. Sometimes they are large and all-encompassing, like a hurricane, and sometimes they are small and specific, like the loosing of an arrow. She can release any size in a single post, and the wreckage it causes is then determined by how much power she charged into it.
Post by Avalon Eldouir on Jun 6, 2024 16:28:17 GMT -5
Hiram's bellowing sent a shiver down Avalon's spine as she followed him in tow, her eyes lingering on every Peacekeeper that even dared to look at them long enough. Her hands hovered over her weapons, ready to throw them if needed, and ready to charge a blast if more drastic matters were required.
When she saw Elena, tears welled up in her eyes. Hiram scooped her up, and Avalon took Elena's face in her hands. There was no time for tears, so she stared at her sister long and hard until her eyes stung and the tears disappeared. She stroked Elena's hair and looked back up at Hiram, ready for him to get them out of this shithole.
Last Edit: Jun 6, 2024 16:28:43 GMT -5 by Avalon Eldouir
There was no fight from the peacekeepers. Whether because they had received Ophelia's orders not to fight back or because they were old enough and wise enough to know that the only way it would end would be with the end of their own lives, the reason was something the Eldouirs wouldn't know. Regardless, they moved out of the way of the red headed clan and their blonde companion, allowing them to take the husk that was Elena's body. It was useless now anyway. There was no reason to protect an empty body.
The Eldouirs would soon depart, leaving the Arynnites in peace once more. For now at least.