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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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.
The Eldouir and the Scorza had snuck upstairs, for some privacy. Avalon was excited. The whole dance had been exciting, especially when Cezar whispered in her ear or laid his hands on her curvy hips. They had left the ballroom a little before Quinton Featherton had come back from his own private time with Honora.
She moved her dyed hair over her shoulder and looked back at him, a sly smile on her red lips. "Ready?" she asked. Without waiting for a response, she opened the door to a room (a spare bedroom) and walked inside. There, she turned around playfully and fell back on the bed. She lifted one of her legs up on the bed, tracing from her knee to her upper leg with a pointy fingernail. "There. Now, what were you saying about my frail dress?" She blinked seductively at Cezar.
Post by Cezar Scorza on Jul 5, 2024 12:00:58 GMT -5
Cezar was a man with...needs. Just like any other though Cezar did seem to crave fulfilling those needs a bit more often than the average man. Unfortunately for him, his wife seemed to be the opposite, leaving him wanting in that physical sense most of the time. Of course he'd found ways to satisfy those needs, either on his own or with a companion but it had never been as fulfilling as he wished it was. To be fair, his wife was also his twin and their marriage was only a show. No ceremony had ever actually been done but Cezar still saw her as both equally, even if she didn't feel the same.
No, he had to distract himself as best he could with other things, other people. What better person could he choose than an Eldouir? They found themselves a bedroom quickly and Avalon was anything but shy. His gaze hungrily followed the line her finger made up her leg and he moved towards the bed, standing above her at the end of the bed with a look of lustful greed in his eyes. "Honestly, I'm sure you've ruined it already, simply by laying down. Though I think we can make even more of a mess," he said huskily as he pulled his jacket off of his shoulders and tossed it aside before starting to work on the buttons of his shirt, his hungry gaze never leaving the woman on the bed.