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 Augustus Rainecourt on Jul 23, 2024 18:12:16 GMT -5
“Send letters to the noble houses, but do so quietly,” Augustus said, “As for the common people, I will do as I have always done.” A smirk started to spring up on his face as he glanced at Tybalt Zane. Oh, the commander was going to hate this.
“Drawing a crowd as we did in the speech creates too easy a target,” Augustus said, “But still, the Rainecourts must make themselves visible. I will ride through the streets to deliver our message. Commander,” Augustus looked to Tybalt, “You will work with the distinguished Lady Marshal to ready the way.” He indicated toward @felcity a touch playfully. “Security should be discrete. All it will take is speaking to some for word to spread throughout Loren. I will show them they have nothing to fear.”
He looked at Peter Kingsley to gauge the reaction. There was a new levity to the prince’s demeanor, as if he had sunk back into his comfort zone and was glad of it. The beloved prince. Lorendale’s son.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
Post by Tybalt Zane on Jul 24, 2024 4:50:38 GMT -5
Tybalt had to fight the urge to place his head in his hands, upon hearing Augustus' intentions. He let out a sigh, before raising his gaze to meet that of the prince. "I don't need to tell you that you will be taking an insane amount of risks. Between the people, and the Eldouir we would have to line the streets with guards." He would be making himself into more of a target simply by making himself seen. It seemed like madness to the commander, but perhaps a necessary one. It was to his wife that he would look. "But I'm sure we will be able to make it work."
Peter Kingsley's concerns were valid ones, but there were some complicating factors. "It's no easy thing to plan an evacuation." Tybalt would reply. "We've already done so for the female palace staff. The Eldouir aren't fools. They will notice such things. Not that we truly understand their motivations for being here." The commander didn't trust the family. They were a force of chaos, which made them completely unpredictable. "I would advise that whatever we do, we ensure that it remains discreet, and that we avoid drawing their attention. Hiram is the sort to like to make a point."
Post by Peter Kingsley on Jul 25, 2024 11:57:21 GMT -5
Peter was already mentally putting into place his plan for the pacing between letters and which families ought to be notified in what order. He wasn't sure that Augustus' plan would be the most efficient. After all, it was the prince himself who had just said that it should be done quietly in order to secure calm over mayhem. This seemed like it wasn't quiet at all. But Peter was not about to question the prince either. He had a feeling that Augustus knew something he didn't and there was a reason why he wished to do it this way.
"As you wish, your majesty," he said. He could feel Augustus' lightened demeanor and found it almost contagious. If the prince could feel calm, confident, and even playful in this situation then that was energy Peter could cling to. "I will arrange those letters and where they will go once they depart Loren. If there is anything I can help with for the announcement to the lower classes then I am at your disposal." He'd let Tybalt and Augustus figure out the finer points.
Post by Ikisina Navarro on Jul 29, 2024 15:21:42 GMT -5
ikisina looked atound as she took it all in she looked towards Peter Kingsley and she give him a warm smile. A part of her still wants to be able to help,but they still don't trust her, there is a guilt in the pit of her stomach and all she wants to do is help. So she looks down her her notes cause she doesn't know any more.
Post by Augustus Rainecourt on Jul 29, 2024 18:31:13 GMT -5
Yes, it was insanely risky, but wasn’t that part of the fun? The risk was part of the spectacle. The brazen nature of the stunt was meant to solidify himself as a brave leader, the people’s prince. Besides, if he were on the streets or in the palace, if the Eldouir wanted him dead, dead he would be.
“We will be discreet. The children should be first, followed by the women. The men will be last.” That was only correct. He smiled at Peter, satisfied. He looked about the table, seeking additional feedback. He had one more order of business, but he would see if anything else was worthy of note before the final piece.
Post by Cahaya Sinaga on Jul 30, 2024 12:23:48 GMT -5
Cahaya made a note to try and collect all the noble families that have children, she will have to inform her brother to make sure his wife is all set to leave the home. Making certain she is clearly taking down all the information for Peter.After all she was here to aid himin the meeting and nothing else.
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).
Scout gritted her teeth. She was unsatisfied by everything being said and done, but didn't object. The only thing she would say was: "I'll stay around, in case I am needed."
In case something were to happen to Florina Bellerose. She didn't like her going to the palace.
Post by Ikisina Navarro on Jul 31, 2024 7:16:36 GMT -5
Sina looked at Florina. She will stay as well, she wants to go in with Florina, and she is even willing to take her place if she can."I'll stay to." Sina said. Her eyes then Looked at Augustus this wasn't a if you allow me, this was more of I am going to help. She doesn't want to be wait till somebody allow her to help.
Post by Augustus Rainecourt on Aug 2, 2024 14:08:00 GMT -5
Augustus was satisfied that there was nothing else; those assembled had their marching orders, and so he would conclude he meeting with one final bit of business. He looked at Ikisina Navarro when she spoke, smiling kindly.
“There will be no need, Miss Navarro, however…” He would look mostly at her but would speak as if to the entire table, “I would like to take a moment to commend you for your dutiful service. You, I believe, will serve as an example of just what it is we are hoping to achieve: not oppression, but security. To act out of sacrifice, not selfishness. You have embodied this. Commander Zane,” He looked to the man at his side, “Please see to it that Miss Navarro’s collar is removed at once.” He smiled at the young woman. Oh, Augustus had his reasons, he always did. A small act of mercy, perhaps. An olive branch in one hand, a sword in the other. Balance. Justice.
In any case, he would look about the table and say, “You are all dismissed.” Before looking to Scout Kane, “Though if you’d stay a moment, Sc—Lady Kane…”
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).
She barely registered what Augustus said about Ikisina's collar. She didn't want to think and listen anymore. She was tired and disappointed, but wouldn't mention it to anyone.
However, when Augustus called her name, she looked up at the prince. She would nod and watch as the rest began to leave, but she would remain seated, staying a moment, like he had asked.
Post by Ikisina Navarro on Aug 2, 2024 14:41:26 GMT -5
When Prince Augustus first spoke those words about the collar coming off, she didn't know what to say, she was thankful, grateful. "Thank you, your Highness. I will carry on being an example to the people." She smiled softly towards the prince. Looking towards Florina Bellerose she doesn't know what she would do without the guidance of Florina as she is her boss. Looking back at Augustus Rainecourt "Anything you ask and I will do." she smiled softly
Of course, she was nervous it had been months since she had the collar off she didn't know if she would get a massive headache from the influx of auras. However, she looked towards the commander with a warm smile as she nodded. She closed her eyes for a moment to keep composed and told herself that she could do this. She can be helpful waiting for tybalt to do what he needs to do.
Post by Peter Kingsley on Aug 3, 2024 10:40:54 GMT -5
Peter had to admit that by the end of the meeting he was feeling really good. This situation with the Eldouir was absolutely terrible but he admired Augustus for how he was handling the situation and though he wasn't sure about his plan to tell the lower class to leave so publicly, he did find that he trusted he knew what he was doing. After the praise, which made him fell warm and fuzzy inside as well as proud, regardless of how new he was to this role, he gave a nod and smiled at Ikisina Navarro and with a polite lowering of his head towards the prince he'd depart with the others.
Arynnite armor: The armor have two states: active and inactive. When inactive, they look like little more than ornate metal bracers, easily ignored. When triggered, the armor covers Tybalt and serves as an exoskeleton. It will protect its wearer from physical damage and is practically indestructible.
The armor has a certain "preprogrammed" purpose which is to protect its host. To do so, it reacts to heightened emotional states such as fear and anger, at which point the armor will trigger regardless of whether or not Tybalt wants it to or even if he's immediately aware of the threat. It has some degree of awareness and sentience although very basic and one which struggles to differentiate between enemies and friends. Whilst not actually in possession of a will, the armor can guide or direct its host in a specific action, much like a reflex.
The armor needs to be "fed" as Tybalt has discovered meaning that he must hold and absorb through touch certain metals such as steel, copper, iron and tin, a process which takes a few minutes. Without which, the armor will begin to weaken and become less effective until no longer able to manifest.
Perhaps its greatest weakness is that if being consistently bashed or beaten, it would begin to repair itself by using parts of the armor from elsewhere. For instance, if the wearer is being consistently hit in the chest, the armor will begin to pool away from other parts of their body such as the feet and hands, leaving them vulnerable.
An evacuation would certainly take some planning. Tybalt knew that the task would be beyond his means alone. "We will need the support of the lords, and ladies and their forces to ensure that this evacuation happens peacefully." The commander would be writing a good deal of letters over the coming days. He had readied his wrist as best as he could for the penmanship. Some days, he missed just having a sword to swing.
A collar coming off was good news to Tybalt's ears. He hadn't had much dealing with Ikisina in the past, and much of that had been when she was drunk. She seemed loyal enough. "It shall be done." Removing collars felt infinitely better than putting them on.
Tybalt would turn his head to look towards Augustus as the man spoke. There was a very slight crease on the commander's brow. He'd raised Scout since she was knee high. Naturally, that inclined him to be protective. He wondered what it was that the prince could possibly have to say to his niece. He didn't press the matters, time to worry about such things at a later date. Right now, they had other things to worry about.
The commander pushed himself up from his chair. It seemed to be time to move. There was much to be done. Still, he couldn't help but utter a few words of caution. "We all have our duties, but please, I ask of everyone here not to be careless. We know our enemy to an extent, lets not underestimate them." It seemed like a downer, so he would add afterwards. "Let us be rid of this plague once and for all."
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 Aug 8, 2024 8:36:53 GMT -5
Florina wasn’t sure how she felt about the plan Augustus was wanting to implement. It made sense, but was it the correct way to go about it? She certainly did not approve of collaring anybody. She thought it would cause resentment more than anything, but she had no power to put a stop to it. At least her assistant was having hers removed. She wouldn’t have to feel the ugliness of the magic crawl up her spine every time the woman entered her office. Small blessings.
She did not miss her uncle’s slip on Scout’s name. That was awfully familiar, she thought as a single eyebrow rose in interest. She would not say anything, even though she did wish to ask why the prince was being so familiar with a young woman that he was not related to.
At the dismissal, she would prepare to take her leave, but not before @tybolt spoke his words on duties, and the plague that currently infected the palace. She had more reasons to be cautious than was really stated. There was bodily harm to think of, but…Florina dared not think too hard about why her pulse flared when she thought of Hiram Eldouir. It was too dangerous. Instead, she would offer a small smile in agreement, and unless anybody stopped her, she would go to the door to leave.